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    <description><![CDATA[I'm Stephanie, I'm 14 years old, I live, well I could say Montreal, but really, I live in a city 10 minutes away from Montreal... 
I LOVE Shows, Music, Movies, London, Montreal, Chicago ..
Gossssh &quot;About Me&quot; Parts Are Sooo Boring..
HA &amp;&amp; I Speak French But I'm Fine With English.]]></description>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Dear William Beckett:]]></title>
	      <link>http://steph0u12.buzznet.com/user/journal/3415871/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[Thank you for holding my hand, and only mine, while everyone was tearing your arm away.<br>
It was an out of body experience.<br>
Our time is almost, our time is almost here.<br>
<br>
While you squeezed my hand, I rubbed the back of yours, while you sang,
I sang along. I pushed back tears, I never cry in front of people. I
felt special, how tiny the chance was that you took MY hand. How I was
desperately trying to touch you but never succeeded, you took my hand. <br>
I hadn't expected this. No, definitely not.  I had just wanted to touch you arm, just for a second.<br>
When you took my hand, while you were holding it, I was hearing my heart thrumming in my ears. I could not believe it.<br>
<br>
If I had known, that morning, when I woke up.<br>
If I had known.<br><img src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/6/2/5/4/3/0/1/orig-6254301.jpg" border="0"><br><br><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/temp/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt=""><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/temp/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="">]]></description>
		  		  	<category>adam t. siska</category>
		  		  	<category>micheal guy chislett</category>
		  		  	<category>mike carden</category>
		  		  	<category>sisky</category>
		  		  	<category>the academy is...</category>
		  		  	<category>the butcher</category>
		  		  	<category>william beckett</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>steph0u12</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-11-23T18:06:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[VANS WARPED TOUR 20 JULY 2008.]]></title>
	      <link>http://steph0u12.buzznet.com/user/journal/2718981/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">So I woke up at like 5h00 in the morning because I was really
nervous.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>I couldn’t quite grasp why I
was but I had this constant feeling in my stomach, and I left my bed at
6h05.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>I had set my alarm for 6h15 but as
I had expected, it was of no use.<o:p></o:p></span>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">I left my house and went to the subway.<span style="">&nbsp;
</span>I met Alexandra there and we went at the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Jean-Drapeau</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceType w:st="on">Park</st1:PlaceType></st1:place>.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>Nervousness. There was a pretty big line, but
I was glad we had chosen to come early.<span style="">&nbsp;
</span>Some people weren’t able to get into the park before 1h30.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>So we get in at 11h15.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>I buy a schedule and map (since I’ve never
been to warped tour, it was very useful).<span style="">&nbsp;
</span>Oh, The Academy Is… are playing at 11h30, HURRY UP!<o:p></o:p></span></p>







<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">We get to the stage, there are not much people, and I’m in the second
row.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>So The Academy Is… arrive on the
stage, I’m really exited.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>They start
playing (I don’t remember what song… Attention, maybe. I don’t know.) and I
sing along and scream.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>Mike looks at me
then smiles.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>Sisky is wearing that pink
shirt and he’s looking good. So yeah, the show goes on, but William never looks
at me.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>He talks about how the last show
in <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Montreal</st1:place></st1:City> was
cancelled and that they’re happy to be here right now and all.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>Then in the middle of a song, Andrew from
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happy.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>So they start playing it and
then, miraculously, William looks at me while I scream and he smiles and makes
a face like that:</span><br><img style="width: 238px; height: 238px;" src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/4/6/9/1/4/4/1/orig-4691441.jpg" border="0"><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style=""> </span><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" style='width:123pt;height:123pt'>
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<p dragover="true" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">Exept that he sticked his tongue out.<span style="">&nbsp;
</span>So I’m like HAAA WILLIAM LOOKED AT ME! And I’m suuuper happy. Then a few
seconds after, he looks at me again and notices that I know the lyrics so he’s
all happy and he smiles at me. I can’t describe how I felt at that moment.
William. I love you. Haha. The Travis from We The Kings comes to sing the end
of “About A Girl” and I’m in heaven.<br><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="_x0000_i1027" type="#_x0000_t75" style='width:180pt;height:116.25pt'>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span dragover="true" style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">Then they play “We’ve got a big mess on our hands” and everyone freaks
out. Then they leave the stage and I’m all gross.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>We start to walk away but then we see Sisky
at the side of the stage so I run there and ask him to sign my shirt.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>So I turn around so he can sign in my back
but I don’t push my hair aside.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>So all
shy-like he pushes a few strands away so I say “Oh, sorry” and push it all
aside so he signs.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>Then he’s all “I’m
sorry guys, we have to catch a flight!” I wondered why they were going back to <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Chicago</st1:place></st1:City> for 2 days.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>It was odd to me.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>But I found out that they were going to shoot
a video. Still, I was sad that they left and I didn’t get to meet all of them.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>But still, Sisky is a big thing.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>So before he leaves I convince him to take a
picture with me. <br>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">Then he leaves but just before I yell “I love you!” and he turns around
and blows me a kiss.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">Gym Class Heroes:<br><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="_x0000_i1029" type="#_x0000_t75" style='width:153pt;height:114.75pt'>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">I sure didn’t expect their set to be so intense.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>But damn, intense it was.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>I loooove Travis facial expressions.
Hilarious.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>At one point, someone gave
him a Guitar Hero thing and they suddenly started playing this heavy metal song
and everyone started trashing and it was diabolic.<br><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="_x0000_i1030" type="#_x0000_t75" style='width:153pt;height:114.75pt'>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="">&nbsp;</span>I didn’t know Travis was able to
scream like that.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>It was amazing.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>It was like all the set are catchy rap songs
and then there’s this metal-screamo song. It was crazy.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>After that we run to Cobra Starship because
they started 2 minutes before Gym Class finished their set.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>So I wasn’t very near.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>





<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">At 4h30, Gym Class did a signing thing and I got all of their autographs</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Wingdings;" lang="EN-CA"><span style=""></span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">.<br><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="_x0000_i1037" type="#_x0000_t75" style='width:180pt;height:135pt'>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">Cobra Starship:</span></p><img style="width: 466px; height: 178px;" src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/4/6/9/1/7/3/1/orig-4691731.jpg" border="0"><br>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">They were amazing, as they always are on stage.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>“I know girls want to shake what their mommas
gave’em” They start to play “Smile for the papparazzis” and everybody dances
and it’s great.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>They sing “Hollaback
boy” and I love it whenever they sing it.<span style="">&nbsp;
</span>Then Gabe says (Aw he’s such a softie) “Thank you guys, for
understanding us.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>Thanks especially to
the fans that’ve been following us for the last 3 years, it’s because of you
we’re here today! And thanks for understanding us, for understanding that we
don’t give a fuck about anything exept… Being your guilty pleasure.” Then he
smiles and everyone starts cheering.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>And
they start Guilty pleasure and people that know it, do the “Guilty Pleasure”
dance and they’re happy.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>They sang
“Snakes on a plane”, too but William wasn’t there, but Travis came to sing his
part.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>It was great.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>Afterwards, I go to the side of the stage and
there are lots of people there too and Gabe is there.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>I try to ask him to take a picture with me
but he has to go (dang, them too?) but he has to leave but just before he takes
my hand and squeezes it then let go and leave.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">We The Kings:</span></p><img style="width: 258px; height: 151px;" src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/4/6/9/1/7/5/1/orig-4691751.jpg" border="0"><br>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">I love these guys. They’re so nice.<span style="">&nbsp;
</span>They had a signing thing before their show (since the show was actually
at 6h45…) and Hunter did this Dunk Tank thing and it was hilarious.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>Travis and Danny were playing with a water
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">At the signing, I told Hunter that I had already bought their CD before
Warped and he looked really happy about it and smiled and literally shouted:
“YEAH! AWESOOOOME!” and gave me a high-five.<br>Their set was wonderful.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>The
crowd was huuuuuuge. And everyone knew the lyrics.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>“It is our second time here in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Canada</st1:place></st1:country-region>. Who
already saw us once?” Literally everyone shouts. Haha. “Hey Travis, I just saw
this really sexy Canadian girl…” The crowd screams. I even heard a girl scream
“TRAVIS MAKE MY CHILD!” Haha. Pretty crazy fangirls, actually.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>“Girls in <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Montreal</st1:place></st1:City> are SEXY! I don’t know, in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">America</st1:place></st1:country-region> it’s
not so bad but dang here every girl is HOT! In <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">America</st1:place></st1:country-region>, sometimes, girls smell,
but you girls don’t smell bad at all!” HAHAHAHAHA. I was like mmmhhhkaaayyy
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">Go to the “My Shows” gallery for all the pictures, there a couple very good ones</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Wingdings;" lang="EN-CA"><span style=""></span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">. Ah, this day was
wonderful.<o:p></o:p></span></p>]]></description>
		  		  	<category>adam t. siska</category>
		  		  	<category>cobra starship</category>
		  		  	<category>gym class heroes</category>
		  		  	<category>sisky</category>
		  		  	<category>the academy is...</category>
		  		  	<category>travis clark</category>
		  		  	<category>travis mccoy</category>
		  		  	<category>vans warped tour</category>
		  		  	<category>we the kings</category>
		  		  	<category>william beckett</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>steph0u12</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-07-21T14:36:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Guess The Lyrics]]></title>
	      <link>http://steph0u12.buzznet.com/user/journal/2678041/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[Hola, I was tagged by <a href="http://www.buzznet.com/williamxo">williamxo</a>. So, you probably know the thing, you have to guess what song I wrote down. I'll write the first sentence or so of every song.<br><br><span style="text-decoration: line-through;">1. Freezin, rests his head on a pillow made of concrete,again.</span><br><span style="text-decoration: line-through;">2. Let me know that I've done wrong, when I've know this all along.</span><br><span style="text-decoration: line-through;">3.   I got no regret right now (I'm feeling this)</span><br><span style="text-decoration: line-through;">4.   A cloud hangs over, it's a city by the sea.</span><br><span style="text-decoration: line-through;">5. </span><font face="Verdana" size="5"><font size="2"><span style="text-decoration: line-through;">There's a part of me you'll never know, the only thing I'll never show</span><br><span style="text-decoration: line-through;">6. </span></font></font><span style="text-decoration: line-through;">    		            Too alarming now to talk about.  Take your pictures down and shake it out.</span><br>7. Today's the Macy's Day Parade.<br>8.  It´s funny how we´ve seem to make it, funny how we can even walk up straight.<br>9. Picture yourself in a boat on a river.<br><span style="text-decoration: line-through;">10. Soft light, total silence, so tired to take the table near the door.</span><br><br>Whew. Pretty easy.<br>  <br>___<br>Woah, one of my pictures has been <span style="font-weight: bold;">featured</span>. :|<br>]]></description>
		  		  	<category>blink 182</category>
		  		  	<category>foo fighters</category>
		  		  	<category>incubus</category>
		  		  	<category>pearl jam</category>
		  		  	<category>the academy is...</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>steph0u12</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-07-14T08:58:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[« And Now I Let My Dreams Consume Me » 7 (FINALLY!)]]></title>
	      <link>http://steph0u12.buzznet.com/user/journal/2615561/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[So, a few people requested that I continued this Paramore fanfiction, and I know how frustrating it is for you to wait for me to continue.<br>This isn't a complete chapter but I was stuck and I thought "Well, why not give them a small sneak peek at what it'll be?" so here it is.<br>-------------------------------<br><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-CA">Suddenly, he brutally broke the kiss, leaving a
tingling feeling on my lips.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>I let my
mind enjoy the thought of the kiss I had just experienced.&nbsp;</span>







<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Josh:</span> I… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t- I…<br><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Hayley:</span> What?<br>
<br>
I opened my eyes.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>Josh’s eyes were wearing a
confusing mix of guilt, fear and regret.<span style="">&nbsp;
</span>What had I done wrong?<o:p>&nbsp; The water suddenly felt uncomfortably cold against my body.<br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">Josh:</span> Hayley, I… I can’t…<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-CA">Then it hit me. Josh was my best friend. It didn’t
even occur to me that maybe he might not want me that way. Even worse, did I
want him that way? <span style="">&nbsp;</span>But the kiss felt so
right… <br>
He pulled me out of the water, keeping muttering how sorry he was and how he
shouldn’t have done it.<br>I fought the tears that were threatening to spill and looked away.&nbsp; Guilt, fear and regret...<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Josh:</span> I... Look, let's just pretend this never happened, okay?&nbsp; I'm really sorry, that was stupid of me.<br><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Hayley:</span> Why do you keep apologizing, Josh?<br><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Josh:</span> I don't know, I'm...</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-CA">He was talking so quickly.&nbsp; He furrowed his brows and hit his head.&nbsp; I would've laughed if the situation wasn't so serious, and if my throat wasn't so tight and dry. This is ridiculous...<br></span></p>]]></description>
		  		  	<category>hayley williams</category>
		  		  	<category>jeremy davis</category>
		  		  	<category>josh farro</category>
		  		  	<category>paramore</category>
		  		  	<category>zac farro</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>steph0u12</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-07-02T14:08:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Woah. What's the matter, people? Vous êtes tous fous!]]></title>
	      <link>http://steph0u12.buzznet.com/user/journal/2609901/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[Hello. So I came back from a five days trip and when I come back, I have 80 new friend requests!<br>Is there any special reason or was it just people that add other people to have more friends?<br>Please, please tell me if it's because you are reading my fanfictions or whatever but I'm afraid I won't add you back if you don't even comment or drop a note.&nbsp; <br>I just don't get the sudden burst in the number of people adding me...<br><br>By the way, I'm really sorry, I know my updates aren't really frequent but sometimes the inspiration just isn't there and I don't want to give you cheap chapters.<br>I might continue the Paramore fic. Who would appreciate it?<br><br>Gah, Hayley has a septum piercing. I'm kind of suprised... I'll get used to it. <br>]]></description>
		  		  	<category>paramore</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>steph0u12</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-07-01T15:14:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[~| Maybe I Should Blindly Throw My Faith |~ 25]]></title>
	      <link>http://steph0u12.buzznet.com/user/journal/2489071/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Warning: Alcohol Use<br><br></span>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">Beer in hand, William came from behind me and whispered in my ear.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span> So, what did Gabby want to know?<br>
<br>
I jumped and giggled. Yes, much to my dismay, I was the kind of person that got
drunk very easily. At that point, after half a beer ( I didn’t drink it all
because I think it doesn’t taste really good) and half another sort of drink( I
don’t know what it was, but it tasted way better), I wasn’t exactly drunk, but,
kind of tipsy.<br>
I turned around to face him.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Steph:</span> Just about what happened in <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Montreal</st1:place></st1:City>…<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">Music was blaring in my ears and I had to shout my answer. I giggled
loudly again and started dancing. William observed me with an amused look.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>





<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> So, you’re enjoying your first night back in <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Chicago</st1:place></st1:City>?<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Yes! Oooh, I love that song!<br>
<br>
I continued to dance and drank a sip of my drink. When I swallowed, it didn’t
taste wonderful, but afterwards, a nice feeling of warmth flowed thru my
chest.<span style=""></span><o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Dance with me!<br>
<br>
And with that, I took William’s hand and pulled him closer to me.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>He immediately put an arm around my waist,
and I soon realized that if he wouldn’t have, I would’ve fallen backwards. He
grinned.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>







<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Woo… The night only began and you’re already drunk.<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> No, I’m not drunk!<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> How many drinks did you have?<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> No, just dance!<br>
<br>
I saw The Butcher coming nearer to us.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Hey, Butcher!<br><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">
The Butcher:</span> Oh, hey William!<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> How many drinks did she have?<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">The Butcher glanced rapidly over me and amusement was clear in his
voice.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">
The Butcher:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Not much. I’d say the equivalent of a beer and a half.<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> But look at her!<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">
The Butcher:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Hey man, don’t complain about it! She’s having fun!<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Yeaaah, Butcher! Give me fiiiiiive!<br style="">
<!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">He laughed and “gave me five”, but didn’t let go of my hand. Instead, he
made me spin around, then back to facing him again and took my other hand, as
if we were about to dance the tango or something like that. It was so funny, I
exploded in laughter.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">
The Butcher: </span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">Alright, Stephanie, can I count on you to make William have
a great time?<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">I nodded.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>He winked at me and
walked away.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>I took both of William’s
hands and put them over my shoulders.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>





<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Now, stop worrying about me! You heard The Butcher? Dance, now!<br><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">
Gabby:</span> STEPH! HEHE! COME HERE, STEPHANIE!<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Noooo!<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">Without warning, William swung me into his arms bridal style. It felt so
good being so close to his body.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>I put
my both hands and my head against his chest, closing my eyes and trying to hear
the beat of his heart.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>To my surprise,
even thru the loud music, I could hear his heart beating at an incredible
pace.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>I smiled to myself and slid my
hands slowly on his back, so I could be even closer to him.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>I heard him chuckle.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Comfy, there?<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> I like being close to you. Why won’t you dance with me?<!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br style="">
<!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">He lowered his head even more, so that his hair was tickling my cheeks.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>





<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Later tonight, we’ll dance.<span style="">&nbsp;
</span>I promise.<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Mmm. Thank you!<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">Suddenly, just as I was enjoying the closeness of his face to mine, he
set me down on his lap, sitting on the couch.<span style="">&nbsp;
</span>Looking at my surroundings, I saw Gabby, whom was sitting on Sisky’s
lap.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">
Gabby:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Are you having fun?<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Steph: </span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">Yes, yes! Why does everyone keep asking me that! I’m doing wonderful!<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">She looked up at me. Suddenly, her gaze was fixed on the top of my head.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> What?</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">
I reached my head, touching my hair… There was nothing.<br>
<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">
Gabby:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Okay, your hair is a mess! What did you do? Come to the bathroom with
me.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">She stood up and led me to the bathroom.<span style="">&nbsp;
</span>She turned on the light and I blinked a couple times before looking at
myself in the mirror.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>







<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> What’s the problem?<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">
Gabby:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> ANDIII???<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> What is it???<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">
Gabby:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Your hair!<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">Okay… Well they weren’t THAT bad.<span style="">&nbsp;
</span>Andi entered the room, clearly drunk. She was tripping over everything
and giggling uncontrollably.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>I wondered
if that was what I looked like.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>Without
any other statement, Gabby pointed at my hair.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>





<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">
Gabby:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Fix that.<br><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Andi: </span>Ooookay.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">She drank a huge sip of her beer and put it down on the table, then started
to brush my hair. Looking at the reflection in the mirror, I studied Andi’s
expression while she was doing God-knows-what with my hair.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>She didn’t look drunk at all now; she had a
serious concentrated look on her face.<span style="">&nbsp;
</span>Somewhat, I found that intimidating and stopped moving and talking. When
she was finished, my mouth formed an “o” of surprise.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>





<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Wowwww!<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Andi:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> All done, hun! Now, come with me!<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">I followed her and after 2 or 3 stumbles, we made it to the kitchen.
There was Mike Carden, Micheal Guy Chislett and Jack. In another corner of the
room, I saw Gabby and Sisky making out passionately. Andi led me to the 3 guys,
instantly taking the bottle of beer from Mike’s hand and swallowing its
content.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>He chuckled and simply took 2
other ones, tentatively offering one to me. I smiled widely at his thought and
took it, thanking him.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>I tried to open
in but failed miserably.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>They all burst
in laughter and I could feel the heat rushing to my face.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>Micheal took it from my hand and opened it
easily.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>Still laughing he gave it back
to me.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>I felt Andi’s hand on my shoulder
and heard her shout near my ear.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Andi:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Is it okay if I let you alone with the guys? I have to talk to
William.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>









<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">I nodded and resumed my conversation with the guys as she exited the
kitchen.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>We talked for about half an
hour, me giggling most of the time. <span style="">&nbsp;</span>They
were all extremely nice and easy to talk to.<span style="">&nbsp;
</span>I thought I’d be intimidated to speak to them but, surprisingly, I
wasn’t shy at all. A small voice in the back of my head told me that the
alcohol was probably one of the main reasons of my sudden ability to easily
start a conversation. I had already drank all my beer and quickly took another
one before heading for the lounge, looking for William.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>On my way out of the kitchen, I noticed Gabby
and Sisky weren’t in the corner anymore…<br>
Then, I saw them. No, it wasn’t Gabby and Sisky.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>It was William and Andi.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>Seeing them standing close in front of each
other, him laughing and her talking and smiling, made me come to a
realization.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>It hit me as if I would
have received a rock in the face. I hadn’t considered the possibility of… Andi
and William… Maybe together… Because, I mean, she was just introduced as
“Andi”, not “Andi, William’s girlfriend”, but it still could be a possibility. No,
no he wouldn’t… I mean, he hugs me all the time and I remember as if it
happened an instant ago our moment in the hotel room.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>He wouldn’t do that if he was in a
relationship with someone else… Would he?<br>My mind was struggling to find a concrete answer as I just stood in
front of the kitchen door, frozen in my movements, staring at them.<span style=""></span><br>Suddenly, as I was studying William’s face, his gaze met mine.<br>And I, idiot like I was and being caught while staring, made a complete fool
of myself.<br>
I turned around and left the room, literally running on my way out.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>Here I was, back in the kitchen, leaned
against the wall and breathing deeply.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>







<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">Mike:</span> Hey, Stephanie, are you alright?<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Steph: </span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">Please, please, call me Steph.<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">Mike:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Oh okay, yeah, but are you –<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Yes, yes, I’m alright… Could you give me another beer please?<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">I tried to smile to make me sound more convincing but I think I failed
miserably. My voice was shaky.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>He smiled
back and went to give me another drink just as I saw William enter the room,
too.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>He looked at me, then smiled, then
walked up to me. <i style="">I hope he didn’t notice,
I hope he didn’t notice…</i> He was clearly a little tipsier than an hour ago.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>









<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Steph:&nbsp;</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> H-hey William!<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Steph! Are you still having fun?<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Steph: </span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">Yep!<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> You remember, I promised you I’d dance with you…<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">Just then, Mike came back with my drink.<span style="">&nbsp;
</span>I noticed he had already opened it.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">Mike: </span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">I knew you couldn’t open it yourself so I did.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">I laughed. The first thing Mike Carden will have ever known about me was
that I can’t open a beer bottle by myself.<o:p>&nbsp; Nice.<br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Thank you!<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>









<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">I felt a jolt of electricity in my hand as William grabbed it and led me
back into his lounge.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>And as he promised
me, we danced… very closely.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>It’s crazy
how alcohol can make you be confident.<span style="">&nbsp;
</span>But as I mentioned earlier, I loved being close to William.<br>As the night passed, I talked to everybody.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>I didn’t find Gabby, but didn’t really worry
about her… She was with Sisky, and I didn’t need any other clue.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>I avoided Andi, because I knew that she, in
spite of William, hadn’t been oblivious to my earlier reaction.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>I spent most of my night with The Butcher,
who was incredibly easy to talk to. He seemed to think I was extremely funny.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>Oh, so many things I was going to be
embarrassed about in the morning. But for the moment, I didn’t care.<br>But, eventually, I became tired and bumped into somebody who took me
into his arms.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>As I looked up, I
realized it was William. <i style="">Ha, always</i> <i style="">there to take care of me</i>. He chuckled
slightly and I realized that I had said that out loud.<br>I was soon back up on my feet, even though Will was keeping his hands on
my shoulders to keep me standing.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>I
barely noticed we were in his room.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> What are you doing?</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">
He didn’t answer at first and the darkness kept me from reading his expression.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>I leaned against him, wanting to feel his
chest against mine again.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>I sighed.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>His hands slid down until the small of my
back, gently securing me in his arms.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>





<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> You need to sleep, now.<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> William…<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">I searched for his mouth, kissing my way up his throat, his chin…<span style="">&nbsp; </span>I wanted to kiss him so bad it hurt me. But
not nearly as much as when he firmly pulled me away before I could reach his
lips.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>





<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Stephanie, don’t…<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> But…<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">A silent sob escaped my lips. Oh no, I wasn’t going to cry?<span style="">&nbsp; </span>He pulled me against him at once, gently
stroking my back. He whispered.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>





<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> No, no, don’t cry, please.<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> B-but… why?<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">He didn’t answer.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>I tried to move
away from his embrace but his arms held me tightly against his body.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>After a minute, he kissed my forehead and led
me to his bed, where he gently lay me down.<span style="">&nbsp;
</span>I expected him to leave, but he lay down next to me.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>He turned me around and slid his arms around
my waist.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William: </span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">Goodnight, love…<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">As he nestled his face in my hair, I hovered his arm with my own.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>As soon as I closed my eyes, I fell asleep.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal">___________________________________________</p><p class="MsoNormal">I hope you enjoyed this extra long chapter!!!<br>I struggled a lot with it.<br>Well, this is it... Tell me what you think about it please!<span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p></span></p>]]></description>
		  		  	<category>adam t. siska</category>
		  		  	<category>micheal guy chislett</category>
		  		  	<category>mike carden</category>
		  		  	<category>sisky</category>
		  		  	<category>the academy is...</category>
		  		  	<category>the butcher</category>
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	      <dc:creator>steph0u12</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-06-09T16:10:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[~| Maybe I Should Blindly Throw My Faith |~ 24]]></title>
	      <link>http://steph0u12.buzznet.com/user/journal/2391471/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">How I hate meeting people that have already heard about me. It makes it  so much more awkward, as if it weren’t anyhow.<span style="">&nbsp;  </span>I stepped out of William’s room and scanned the room.<br>To the left, I saw Sisky and Mike Carden, whom were now staring at me  intently. Sisky was wearing a smile, directed to me, as if to greet me.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>Mike was, well, just staring, waiting for  someone to introduce me, I suppose.<span style="">&nbsp;  </span>Then, to their right I saw The Butcher playing with the zipper of his  hoodie, and farther to the right was standing Micheal Guy Chislett, talking  with Jack “The Camera Guy”.<span style=""><br></span>It felt so amazingly great to see them all, for real.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>And still so weird. I felt so out of place  here, but still was extremely happy to be.<span style=""></span><o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>        <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Gabby:</span> Alright, alright, here she is, Stephanie Paris!<br>  <br>  I suddenly took conscience of Gabby standing beside me and putting one arm  around my shoulders.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>I front of us was  standing a brown-haired girl.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>I studied  her more carefully: she was approximately the same height as me and we had the  same thin-like shape, except she had beautiful green eyes.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>Her tone was slightly pale, as Gabby.<span style=""></span><o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>        <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Andi:</span> Hello, I’m Andra, but please call me Andi!<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>            <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">I smiled shyly, whispering a low “hi” and shook the hand she offered me.<br>Then, I heard a loud “Aaaaaah!”, and then, Andy Mrotek was standing in  front of me, pushing gently Andi and taking her place.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>        <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">The Butcher:</span> I believe I was supposed to meet you, before you got  busted.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>        <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">I fake winced at the thought and smiled, shaking his hand too. Aaaah.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>                <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Steph: </span>It’s nice to finally meet you.<br><o:p></o:p><br>Gabby giggled suddenly.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>        <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Andi:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Hello?? Is there any reason for this unstoppable giggle?<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Gabby: </span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">Tonight is going to be so much fun! <br></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">She then spoke again louder.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>            <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Gabby:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> I’m throwing a party right here right now.<br><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">William:</span> What?<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>        <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">He had just entered the room.<span style=""></span><o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>                        <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Gabby:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Do I need to repeat?<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> No, but…<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Gabby:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> You don’t want to party?<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Yes, but…<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Gabby:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> THEN LEEET’S FREAKIN’ PARTAYYYYYYYY!<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>        <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">William rolled his eyes.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>It  seemed that Gabby frequently took advantage of the fact that he had a big and  nice apartment.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Sisky &amp;</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">The Butcher:</span> WOOOOHOOO!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal">_________________________________________________<br>A filler one, to prepare you for some action :D<br>The next chapter will be.... great.<br>Comment please??? :D<br>So, meet Andi AKA <a href="http://www.buzznet.com/fingersxcrossed">Fingersxcrossed</a><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p></span></p>]]></description>
		  		  	<category>adam t. siska</category>
		  		  	<category>micheal guy chislett</category>
		  		  	<category>mike carden</category>
		  		  	<category>sisky</category>
		  		  	<category>the academy is...</category>
		  		  	<category>the butcher</category>
		  		  	<category>william beckett</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>steph0u12</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-05-21T16:51:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[~| Maybe I Should Blindly Throw My Faith |~ 23]]></title>
	      <link>http://steph0u12.buzznet.com/user/journal/2365311/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span> It’s Gabby.<br><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Steph:</span> Let me take it, I want to know what kind of stupid excuse she
poured out of her imagination.<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Don’t be too rough on her.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">He smiled and handed me his cellphone.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>























<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Hello.<br><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Gabby:</span> Heyyyyy! Where are you?<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Where are YOU?<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Gabby:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Actually, I…hum… I asked first, now answer.<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> I’m at the hotel, because YOU didn’t open the door when we
arrived! Were you even…<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Gabby:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Ooooooooh! So, how was it.<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> What?<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Gabby:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Don’t play that game with me… you know what I mean.<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> What do- Uh! No Gabby, no, no! You are such a perv!<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Gabby:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Aah, I know you’re lying, but don’t worry, I’ll spill the answer
from you! Did you even sleep?<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Steph: </span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">Well, of course, what would you expect we did! Okay, okay, forget that
question. I don’t wanna hear it. Just… Now, answer! Where are you?<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Gabby:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Take a guess.<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Gabby! I- I ! Just answer!<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Gabby:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> You seem like a stressed woman, take it easy!<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> I KNOW you planned this, Gabby! <br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Gabby:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Planned what?<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Don’t play the innocent!<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Gabby:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> *giggle* I don’t understand.<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Steph: </span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">GABBY! You’re so stupid!<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Gabby:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Hahahaha! You’ll thank me for this later. Now come down here already!
I’ve waited long enough!</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">
I groaned. <span style="">&nbsp;</span>She won.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>





<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Okay… We’re coming.<br>Gabby: See you soooooon!<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Bye.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">I glared at William, who was still smiling.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>















<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> You’ve now met the evil and unstoppable version of our beloved
Gabby.<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> She planned this!<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William: </span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">I know, Steph, I know.<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> She won’t admit it!<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William: </span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">Probably never will.<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> How can you stand this!<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> I’ve got used to it. I don’t even try anymore.<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> You are my hero.<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Haha. You’ll get used to it, too.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">***<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Gabby: </span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">STEPHANIIIIIIIIE!!!!<br>
<br>
She literally jumped in my arms seconds after she opened the door.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>I was so surprised that I fell down on my
back.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>





<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Oof!<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Gabby:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Oh, are you okay?<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Yeah, I’m glad to see you too, Gabby.<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Gabby:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Ooohhh Steph, I’m so happy that you’re finally back, the waiting
was unbearable. You’re not mad at me, are you?<br>
<br>
I looked up at William and he put his two thumbs up and mouthed “Good luck”
before entering his apartment and greeting Sisky.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>





<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> No, no, I’m not.<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Gabby: </span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">Good, good, now come in, I’m sure there’s a lot you need to tell
me!<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> And a lot <i style="">you</i> need to tell me.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">We got up en entered. She immediately led me to William’s room and
locked us in it. She sat on the bed and I did the same.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>





<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Gabby:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Why did you literally hang up when we called you?<br></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Oh, Marie was on my front porch.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA">And I told her everything from there. She interrupted a couple times.
Like when I told her that Mike came drunk she shouted a big loud “WHAT?” or
when I told her that my mom hit him with a pan on the head she winced and said
“ouch!”. As I finished, someone knocked at the door and I hear a feminine voice
shout.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold;">?</span> : GABBY, NOW GET HER OUT OF THERE, I WANT TO MEET HER!</span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">________________________________________________________</p><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Mmmm so who's that&nbsp;???</span><br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Quite a filler. Next one'll be full of new people.</span><br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Cute Is What We Aim For and Powerspace, June 25th.</span><br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Warped Tour, July 20th</span><br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Metro Station, Boys Like Girls and The Maine, August 4th</span><br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Woohoo :D</span><br>]]></description>
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	      <dc:creator>steph0u12</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-05-16T11:57:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[~| Maybe I Should Blindly Throw My Faith |~ 22]]></title>
	      <link>http://steph0u12.buzznet.com/user/journal/2289801/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA">I opened my eyes, slowly, enjoying every second of this awakening. I was
finally back in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:City w:st="on">Chicago</st1:City></st1:place>.
It hit me with such strength. I barely knew William Beckett and Gabby, but still,
they had wanted me to come back. A wave of gratefulness overflowed me.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>I turned around to face William.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>He was still sleeping, and all I could do was
watch him.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>And then I did something I
would’ve never done if I would’ve been fully awake. I crawled closer to him and
lowered my body so that my head could rest on his warm chest.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>My arms circled his body and I let myself be
overflowed with the warmth of it, snuggling my head even closer to his chest.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>I breathed him in, closing my eyes to smell
better. I could hear the regular beating of his heart; I could sense his chest
moving to the rhythm of his breaths.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>It
felt amazing.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>I traced circles with my
thumbs on his back, feeling his warm skin through his thin shirt.<br>
Suddenly, I felt his arms snake around my waist and pull me tight against him,
while he exhaled. Having his arms around me made me feel even better.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>I bent my head up to see his eyes were still
closed. Aw. He had put his arms around me in his sleep. I couldn’t contain my
smile as I snuggled my face in his chest again, sighing.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>I could stay like that until he woke up.<br>
After a few minutes, I intertwined my legs with his; searching for as much
warmness I could reach through his body.<br>
I felt a sudden blush creep my face as his hands started rubbing on my back, he
was clearly awake now.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>I couldn’t
contain it; a giggle escaped my lips.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>I
felt him chuckle and he kissed the top of my head.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span> So I see you’re taking advantage of me while I’m sleeping?</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA">
If it was possible, I became even redder. I push my head against his chest,
hiding it.</span></p>







<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">
Steph:</span> Mhh-mm. What can I say? You’re too comfy.<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Well, I must say it was a nice way to wake up.<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">
Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> I’m making up for the morning I awoke you from jumping on your
bed.<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Haha.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA">I didn’t move and he continued to gently rub my back, going slowly down
until the small of my back, and then going up ever so slowly to the nape of my
neck, finishing by playing with my hair.<span style="">&nbsp;
</span>I felt like I was about to melt. The way he touches me is taking me to
the edges of my self-control. I shivered and felt him smile against my
head.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>I wonder if I had the tiniest bit
of the effect he had on me on him.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>









<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">
Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Thank you, William, for bringing me back here.<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> It was my pleasure, besides; I think Gabby is enjoying your
company very much.<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">
Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> See, that’s what I love about you guys, you barely know me and still you
make me feel as if I knew you since forever.<span style="">&nbsp;
</span>You can’t imagine how grateful I am. I owe you so much. You saved me.<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William: </span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA">We all need someone to save us sometimes, Steph, you owe me
nothing.<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">
Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> William… Thank you so much.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA">I held him tighter.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>







<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">
Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> I have one question, though.<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Haha, okay. Go for it.<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">
Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> How did you know I needed to be saved?<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William: </span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA">Well, I didn’t notice immediately, at first, I mean, I was just giving
you back your wallet, but-<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA">I again mentally thanked heaven for making me drop my wallet.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>







<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> … I don’t know, you just seemed so sad. Only by the way you
were sitting on that bench, facing the ground, head in your hands.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>And when you looked up at me, it was all
clear.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>Your eyes. I can’t exactly say I
read through them, no, your eyes are unreadable, but your eyes had a certain
expression in them… I’m not sure. All I knew is that I should try to cheer you
up a little.<span style=""></span><br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">
Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="">&nbsp; </span>Maybe you just saw the
redness of my eyelids, due to a night of constant crying in the bus.<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> No, no. It was <i style="">in</i> your eyes.
You have special eyes.<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">
Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> They’re brown; nothing is special in brown coloured eyes.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA">Okay, exept for William’s eyes.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>













<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> No, Stephanie, it’s not their colour.<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">
Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> What, my eyes are an open book on how I feel?<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> No, it’s exactly the contrary.<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">
Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Humm… Okay. You mean they were empty?<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> No, no, even then, your eyes were full of life, it’s just… You have
this… faculty to pierce through people with them. You’re not scared to stare
right into people’s eyes. <span style="">&nbsp;</span>And still,
you’re extremely shy.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>So to the others,
they are unreachable. It’s like you keep them unreadable because you’re afraid.<br>Steph: Afraid of what?<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Of showing your feelings. Maybe it’s because you’re afraid of
being hurt again…<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">
Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> …<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA">Maybe.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>People never told me about
my eyes but it seemed so obvious to William… He says he can’t read through them
but still, that’s exactly what he did!<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>























<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">
Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> I think you’re mistaking.<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> What do you mean?<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">
Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> How can you say I’m unreadable after saying all that stuff?<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> I don’t know… It was just a hypothesis…<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">
Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Quite one, indeed.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>But
what is slightly frightening, is that you are right. But I can’t explain how
you got it all right by… You can’t just have seen that through my eyes! And you
say they’re unreadable, it doesn’t make sense.<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> See? That’s what I said about them. They’re special. I don’t
know how to explain it. You can hide everything you want, but not the strongest
feelings.<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">
Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> How can you do that?<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> What?<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">
Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Analyse people in just one glimpse?<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Haha, it didn’t take me only one glimpse. I didn’t understand at
first, but the more time I spend with you, the more I seem to understand you
better.<span style=""></span><br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">
Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Aww William! You’re so cheesy!<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Ahem! Excuse me!<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">
Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> But I love it.<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> That’s better. Now come here.<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">
Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> I’m already as close as one can be of you William Beckett!<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Aahh, I’m so glad you’re back into my life Stephanie Paris!<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">
Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> And I’m glad you brought me back into it…<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA">I crawled up and kissed him on the cheek. He smiled.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>









<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Are you <i style="">blushing</i>?<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">
Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> That’s the first thing that pops into your mind when I kiss you!<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Ohh, don’t take me wrong, I love it when you’re nervous.<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">
Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> I’m not!<br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">William:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> You know you are.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA">He took me by the waist and lay me on top of him.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>He replaced a few strands of hair behind my
ear and<span style="">&nbsp; </span>placed his arms around my
shoulders, allowing mine to snake around his waist, as I happily lay my head
back onto his chest, eager to hear his heartbeat again.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>He sighed contently and kissed the top of my
head.<span style="">&nbsp; </span>The now familiar sensation of
butterflies bursting in my stomach came instantly.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>



<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">
Steph:</span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA"> Okay, maybe I am a little.<o:p> <br></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-CA">William chuckled.<o:p></o:p></span></p>]]></description>
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		  		  	<category>micheal guy chislett</category>
		  		  	<category>mike carden</category>
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	      <dc:date>2008-05-01T19:02:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[5 Songs that I fell in love witht he first time I heard them.]]></title>
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	      <description><![CDATA[The title says it all. <br><br>1. Time is running out - Muse. Muse are amazing. I cannot describe my love for them.<br>2. Anyone else but you - Juno Soundtrack(I don't know the artist...) . It just so cute and innocent. It stucks in my head.<br>3. The fourht drink instinct - Cute is what we aim for. Amazing. The lyrics are so straight-forward and real. It's different.<br>4. Nothing to lose - Billy Talent. Humm.. Cried when I saw the video? Yeah. Since then, Me + Billy Talent = Loveeee.<br>5. All you need is love - The Beatles. Need I say more? This song makes me shiver, and when I first listened to it, I pretty much fell in love with its simplicity.<br><br>You??<br>______<br>New chapter of TAI's fic coming soon!<br>]]></description>
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	      <dc:creator>steph0u12</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-04-30T18:09:00Z</dc:date>
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