Post by *~*Mi$$ Ch££ky*~* on Sept 18, 2004 10:30:00 GMT -5
Part One - Beginnings
We walked hand in hand along the riveside, staring at the sparkling stars. Catching each other's eyes every so often and grinning like mad. So, this is what its like to be in love. His name is James and i have wanted to be with him since the moment i saw him, but there was complications. This is my story of how we came to love each other so dearly.
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"Please please please mum! Dont make me go please! I'm begging you!" i pleaded with her but she just shook her head. "I don't know why i have to go and live with Charlie...." Charlie was my older brother by 2 years...i know it doesnt seem alot but we hadnt seen each other since he left me and mum, 3 years ago. First dad left to marry some s*ut he met at work then Charlie left. I was a daddy's girl until he left....never really talked to my mum. We argued all the time, still do...so your probably asking yourself- why dont i want to leave then? Its simple. I prefer all the arguing than having to go and live with that traitor who left us. I havnt forgiven Charlie and i dont want to. He was supposed to be my rock, he said it himself when i got bullied at school. He'd always sort out the bullies at school, well it was easy for him to do when hes 6ft4....hes been that height since he was 14yrs.
"Look...your going to have to forgive Charlie one day. You're 16 now. SO GROW UP!" i new this would happen...she always go's weird when i push her too far. She calmed herself a bit and spoke again, "Look, Charlie wont be the only one there you know. He lives with two other guys..." "Yeah, i know...he lives with his bandmates....Matt and James...i think" "and dont forget Kriz lives near them aswell....you'llbe happy to see her again wont you?" i grinned at this thought...id completely forgotton. Kriz had best my best friend all through highschool but she had gone to a collage near by Charlie's in Ipswich. So i didnt see her much...but we still kept in contact, by e-mailing and txting.
I gave in and ran up to my room to pack.
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The train finally stopped and i picked up (with great difficulty) my suitcase and stumbled off. I immediatly saw Charlie waving and he ran over to me. "Oh my god. You've changed so much." he said in a bit of a shocked voice. I smiled and noticed what he ment. After he left i had dyed my hair black (it was orginally blonde) and got blue streaks. Also i had gone down two dress sizes, i was now a slim size 10. My style had changed alot, instead of my old black chords and my baggy tops i now loved showing off my figure. I wore tight jeans and low-cut tops (lucky for me when i lost weight my chest didnt change at all ) but not really really low cut tops...i'm not a s*ut. "You however are just the same....why couldnt you have shrunk?" i said with a serious expression. He just laughed and pulled me into a hug. I couldnt help hugging him back....i still hadnt forgiven him but i had missed him..alot. "So then..." he began after the hug finished "i'll grab your bags for you." I smiled....he really hadnt changed. He easily picked up my suitcase and we walked over to his car. "Nice car..." i said as i looked at his Porsche....it was a brand new one...i could see from the registration plate. "Thanks" he said looking lovingly at his car.
We walked hand in hand along the riveside, staring at the sparkling stars. Catching each other's eyes every so often and grinning like mad. So, this is what its like to be in love. His name is James and i have wanted to be with him since the moment i saw him, but there was complications. This is my story of how we came to love each other so dearly.
x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x
"Please please please mum! Dont make me go please! I'm begging you!" i pleaded with her but she just shook her head. "I don't know why i have to go and live with Charlie...." Charlie was my older brother by 2 years...i know it doesnt seem alot but we hadnt seen each other since he left me and mum, 3 years ago. First dad left to marry some s*ut he met at work then Charlie left. I was a daddy's girl until he left....never really talked to my mum. We argued all the time, still do...so your probably asking yourself- why dont i want to leave then? Its simple. I prefer all the arguing than having to go and live with that traitor who left us. I havnt forgiven Charlie and i dont want to. He was supposed to be my rock, he said it himself when i got bullied at school. He'd always sort out the bullies at school, well it was easy for him to do when hes 6ft4....hes been that height since he was 14yrs.
"Look...your going to have to forgive Charlie one day. You're 16 now. SO GROW UP!" i new this would happen...she always go's weird when i push her too far. She calmed herself a bit and spoke again, "Look, Charlie wont be the only one there you know. He lives with two other guys..." "Yeah, i know...he lives with his bandmates....Matt and James...i think" "and dont forget Kriz lives near them aswell....you'llbe happy to see her again wont you?" i grinned at this thought...id completely forgotton. Kriz had best my best friend all through highschool but she had gone to a collage near by Charlie's in Ipswich. So i didnt see her much...but we still kept in contact, by e-mailing and txting.
I gave in and ran up to my room to pack.
x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x
The train finally stopped and i picked up (with great difficulty) my suitcase and stumbled off. I immediatly saw Charlie waving and he ran over to me. "Oh my god. You've changed so much." he said in a bit of a shocked voice. I smiled and noticed what he ment. After he left i had dyed my hair black (it was orginally blonde) and got blue streaks. Also i had gone down two dress sizes, i was now a slim size 10. My style had changed alot, instead of my old black chords and my baggy tops i now loved showing off my figure. I wore tight jeans and low-cut tops (lucky for me when i lost weight my chest didnt change at all ) but not really really low cut tops...i'm not a s*ut. "You however are just the same....why couldnt you have shrunk?" i said with a serious expression. He just laughed and pulled me into a hug. I couldnt help hugging him back....i still hadnt forgiven him but i had missed him..alot. "So then..." he began after the hug finished "i'll grab your bags for you." I smiled....he really hadnt changed. He easily picked up my suitcase and we walked over to his car. "Nice car..." i said as i looked at his Porsche....it was a brand new one...i could see from the registration plate. "Thanks" he said looking lovingly at his car.