Okay, so I may have finished the next chapter.
Who wants it up?![]()
I do!!!!!!!! God dangit post it!
Who do you think you are? Runnin' 'round leaving scars;
collecting your jar of hearts ♥
Hahaa, Emily you make me smile!
And you update your stories so often, that I shall do it.
It's just from Melody's point of view, nothing exciting.
BUT, the super super dee duper BRILLIANT IDEA I just had
is the chapter afther this one. And I may finish it right now..![]()
Kay, so this takes place like the exact same time it’s happening to Justin kay?
It’s a live show, so yeah obviously it's at the same time, just from Melody.
From MELODY
I laid in bed that night, holding my sketch. Other pieces littered my walls. Note to self: PAINT WALLS. They’re so bland. It’s embarrassing for an artist to have walls like these.
Hmm. I don’t wanna put this up yet. I think I’ll keep it with me. There was something, something about that boy that made me want to talk to him. That made me miss his presence terribly. Which is weird. Because I just met him. And probably will never see him. So why am I even..?
But I couldn’t help it. He smiled so nicely, and he smelled really really good. Like really good. And he had kind of an easy feel. Like I could just be with him and everything would work out. He radiated happiness.
UGHH.
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“Morning, honey.”
“Mom, it’s Melody.” I reminded her. “Scott doesn’t call me honey! I like Scott.”
“Someone’s in a mood,” she observed, handing me a steaming plate of waffles.
“Yeah, well.. I have reasons,” I pouted.
She gasped theatrically. “What?” I asked.
“You! You!” She pointed at me excitedly.
“Yes, mom. Me. Melody. Daughter of sixteen years? Ring a bell?” I asked sarcastically.
“You met someone!” she accused.
“I did not,” I insisted. She squinted her eyes. To avoid further questions from my all too observant mother, I turned out the television.
The interviewer laughed, “How can you not know you’re dating Justin Bieber?”
My mom, was still all squinty eyed. I said, “Mom, stop looking at me all Chinese like, I didn’t meet anyone okay?”
“Melody, come on. I know your better than that! You have that frustrated look you get when you’re drawing and you don’t know what to draw next.”
“So?”
“So… who is he?” she asked slyly.
“As I said, I didn’t meet anyone, because meeting means exchanging names. Which we did not.”
I turned away, hoping she’d let it go, and turned my attention on Justin Bieber. I am a pretty big fan, but had never been to a concert or obsessed over him with posters or anything. But I liked his music a lot.
He was saying, “.. hiding out in one of my favourite places and then she just.. we just met.” He looked like he was concentrating really hard on not bolting from the set. Wow, I thought he’d be pro at interviews by now; he’s so famous. He must do what, like ten a day?
But he looked nervous and flustered.
He paused, “And know I really wanna get to know her and I can’t find her.”
“Awee..” my mom and I joined in with the studio audience and the host.
He said something about not getting her name, and the interviewer made a comment.
“Well, at least she gave me something to find her by,” he said.
He pulled out a folded paper from his pocket.
A familiar looking piece of paper.
Then yesterday flashed by.
The paper. The pen.
The message.
The sketch.
The boy.
“Can you please find me?”
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TO BE CONTINUED
Oh, snap. What now? More cute coming up! Waiting for comments.![]()
Last edited by Icanwrite; 14 Jun 2010 at 09:08 PM.
You had to end it THERE?
Your so mean !![]()
Joking!
Next One!!
Love ♥ Laugh ♥ Belieb ♥
It's coming it's coming!
OMG, you have NO IDEA how excited I am for this one. Brace yourselves!