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    <description><![CDATA[I'm 17, a shigh school graduate. I was in Band, and was Drum Major (The person who conducts.) and I played percussion. Mostly Xylophone and Marimba. I was also in Drama (weee acting) I can't stand driving. LoL My Favorite band is My Chemical Romance AND Fall Out Boy. I can't choose, so they both share the #1 spot. As you can see from...everywhere. I like Patrick Stump. LoL. Yeah, so if you ever need a buddy to talk about Patrick with, I'm here. Ha. Well, about me, I'm about 5'2 with short black hair. I wear contacts/glasses... bad eyesight seems to be a theme in my family. I guess that;s it. If you want to know any more, just ask people, I try not to bite. ;)]]></description>
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	      <title><![CDATA[I Used To Waste My Time Dreaming Of Being Alive, Now I Only Waste I Dreaming Of You Chapter 17]]></title>
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	      <description><![CDATA[<H2><FONT color=#000099>~*They Say Your Head Can Be A Prison*~</FONT></H2>
<DIV><FONT color=#000099><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><SPAN style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline">*In Patrick's Point Of View*</SPAN></SPAN><BR><BR>I was escorted into a room by about 30 people constantly calling me "Mr. Stump" and asking if there was anything they could do for me. I know it's their job to make sure I don't lift a finger and that I remain focused on the task at hand... the concert in a few hours. The thing is, as hard as they try to keep me happy and focused... they can't. The only thing on my mind right now is the fact that Adalia is off somewhere being harassed by people demanding an excuse for her absence. She was with me... it was my fault she wasn't here earlier. Is it wrong that I'm glad she spent her afternoon with me? I know it got her in trouble, which kills me... but that afternoon was one well spent for me. The last woman I felt this way about... well, she cheated on me. Maybe I'm a sucky judge of character, maybe I fall too fast... No...<BR><BR>That's not it. I'm actually very careful who I fall for. Being cheated on twice kept my heart in an icy cage. A cage without a damned key. No one has ever gotten this close this fast. I'd like to say it makes me happy... but the truth is, I'm absolutely terrified. Maybe It's not the girls fault for cheating on me... maybe I'm just a sucky boyfriend that they felt the need to <SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic">have</SPAN> to cheat on... I'm not sure. <BR><BR><SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic">I can't fucking have her...</SPAN><BR><BR>Please... Adalia... please get out of my head. I'm begging for you to get out of my mind...<BR><BR><SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Please Adalia, get out of my mind...</SPAN><BR><BR><BR>I could feel a lump forming in my throat. No... I can't cry, not here. <BR><BR>"Mr. Stump?"<BR><BR><BR>I shut my eyes and pulled down my hat. Please, just go away. <BR><BR><BR>"Mr. Stump?"<BR><BR><BR>My hands formed fists as I slammed my eyelids shut. Just please please go away. <BR><BR><BR>"Mr. Stump... your guitar is here..."<BR><BR>I looked up to see a skinny, nervous looking girl with thick rimmed black glasses, and a loose blue sweater. She looked up at me, as if she was scared. She had an acoustic guitar in her arms. <BR><BR><BR>"Here's your guitar, Mr. Stump. You asked for an acoustic Gibson, right?"<BR><BR>I nodded<BR><BR><BR>"Yeah, that would be my practice guitar. Do you know what model it is?"<BR><BR><BR>Her eyes widened. "I um.... Model... it's a Gibson.... and it's acoustic... and it's... oh God no! I'm Sorry, Mr. Stump. I'll go find out for you."<BR><BR>I started to laugh a little. <BR><BR><BR>"Nah. Don't worry about it. I was just asking. I have no idea what model it is either." <BR><BR><BR>"A-Are you sure? I can go find out if you want to know."<BR><BR>I shook my head and extended out my arms to take the guitar from her. <BR><BR><BR>"I'm fine. Don't worry about it."<BR><BR>She half smiled and handed me the guitar. <BR><BR><BR>"If you need anything else, anything at all, Mr. Stump. Don't hesitate to ask."<BR><BR>She started to walk away, and it almost made me feel bad to ask for it but...<BR><BR><BR>"Um... my black licorice?"<BR><BR>She spun around. Her eyes hinted pure terror. <BR><BR><BR>"I'm SO sorry, Mr. Stump! I'll get it right away!"<BR>I sighed as she ran away, nearly tripping over a bass cable. <BR><BR>It's so fucked up how they're afraid of me. I consider myself a pretty nice guy. I'll be the first to admit it if I'm not. They shouldn't fear me. It's not at all flattering. As I've said before, it's fucked up. <BR><BR>I sighed and tried to regain my composure. I'm about to go into a room with 3 excited band members who no doubt are gonna want to know where I've been. Well, it can't possible get any worse, can it?<BR><BR>I opened the door to see a flurry of candy wrappers and cookie crumbs all over the floor. Andy was hiding behind a couch, eating some sort of bread, while Joe and Pete were crouching behind tables, squirting water at each other through small water guns. <BR><BR><BR><BR>"PATRICK!" Pete yelled as he quickly stood up, hitting his head on the table he was crouching behind. <BR><BR><BR>"OW!" he said as he stood up slowly this time, finally standing up all the way.<BR><BR><BR>"SUCKER! DIE MO' FO!" Joe yelled as he went straight up to Pete with the biggest water gun I may have seen. <BR><BR><BR>"NOOO! NOT FAIR! I WAS SAYING HI TO PATRICK!" Pete whined as he looked down to his shirt, which was drenched. <BR><BR><BR>“Fair game. It’s not my fault you were distracted by your boyfriend.” <BR>He said squirting water on Pete’s pants, making it looked like he peed. <BR><BR><BR>“NOT FAIR! YOU’RE DEAD!” Pete said running back to the table and pulling out an equally large gun. <BR><BR><BR>“Aw shit...” Joe mumbled. <BR><BR>I watched in anticipation as I hid the guitar behind me. <BR><BR>Joe ran to behind a couch where Andy was happily eating his bread. <BR><BR><BR>“Nu Uh, Trohman. I’m not getting wet cause Pete is bored. Get the hell out of here.”<BR>Andy said with a full mouth.<BR><BR><BR>“DIE ‘MO ‘FO!” Pete screamed as he drenched both Andy and Joe in a shower of icy cold water. <BR><BR><BR>“MY BREAD!”<BR><BR><BR>“MY EYES!” <BR><BR>I laughed at their antics. <BR><BR><BR>“Great. Now I have to go get more bread, and more clothes.” Andy said grumpily.<BR>He walked past me and sighed. <BR><BR>"I'd run now if I was you." He whispered. <BR><BR>I looked over to him and shot him a confused face. <BR><BR>He raised his eyebrows and motioned towards Pete and Joe who were spread out on the floor, laughing like they were kids who had a bit too much sugar before nap time. <BR><BR>Andy threw his head back, sending his long locks behind his shoulders as he shut the door, leaving me alone with the two over sized children. <BR><BR><BR>"Honestly you guys. Is this all you guys did? Spray the hell out of each other with water guns, and annoy the living hell out of Andy?"<BR><BR><BR>"Ahh! I totally resent that. We also ate some stuffs." Joe said hitting Pete's back in an attempt to get him off. <BR><BR><BR>"Right. Sorry I missed it." I said walking over to the red couch opposite of the broken coffee table, covered in an array of cheetos and cookie crumbs. <BR><BR><BR>I sighed. I love those guys, but they're idiots. <BR><BR><BR>As I sat down and strapped on the guitar, my mind was going at 100 miles per hour. All I could think about was the concert I was due to play with my friends in about seven hours, and an intensive warm up session in about 1 hour. My head is spinning. Breathing is out of the question, as is any possibility of my pulse beating at a steady rate.<BR><BR><BR></FONT><FONT color=#000099><SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic">"It's gonna burn for me to say this, but it's coming from my heart. It's been a long time coming, but we done been fell apart, really wanna work this out, but I don't think ya gonna change ya. I do but you don't, think it's best we go our separate ways. Tell me why I should stay in this relationship when I'm hurting baby, I ain't happy baby. Plus there's so many other things I gotta deal with. I think that you should let it burn. When your feeling ain't the same and your body don't want to, but you know gotta let it go cause the party ain't jumpin' like it used to. Even though this might bruise you,<BR>Let it burn,<BR>Let it burn,<BR>Gotta let it burn"</SPAN><BR><BR><BR>I sighed and stopped my guitar playing and singing to look up and see Joe and Pete staring in awe. <BR><BR>"DAMN! Keep going! That was KICKASS!" Joe said.<BR>Pete nodded. <BR><BR><BR>"Why 'Burn' though? Something you're not telling us?" Pete asked. <BR><BR><BR>"I don't know. I like that song... Usher is a much better singer than I am... if I can sing Usher without dogs howling, then me singing Fall Out Boy songs tonight might be decent?"<BR><BR>"Nope. Not buying that here. What exactly happened with Ivy? I demand the details." <BR>Joe said. <BR>I groaned and adjusted my hat. <BR><BR><BR>"What the hell is this? High School post date locker room gossip? Joe, we're 23 years old. Pete, You're 28. Grow up, will you?" <BR><BR><BR>I put my hands back to the guitar frets and continued with my singer. <BR><BR></FONT><FONT color=#000099><SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic">"Deep down you know it's best for yourself but you hate the thought of her being with someone else. But you know that it's over, you know that it was through<BR>Let it burn<BR>Let it burn<BR>Gotta let it burn.<BR>I'm twisted cause one side of me is tellin' me that I need to move on, on the other side I wanna break down and cry. I'm twisted cause one side of me is tellin' me that I need to move on, on the other side I wanna break down and cry"</SPAN><BR><BR><BR>The next part was the break down, so I hummed and played the guitar a little softer. <BR><BR><BR></FONT><FONT color=#000099><SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic">"So many days, so many hours<BR>I'm still burnin' till you r-"</SPAN><BR><BR><BR>I decided to look up at the wrong time. Right before I was going to sing the next word in the song, I saw a familiar face standing in the doorway. I guess I was too concentrated on attempting to make my cover of Usher sound decent. <BR><BR><BR>"Phádraig! Why did you stop?!" Adalia asked with shock in her eyes. <BR><BR><BR>"I... I....I..." I was choking on my own words as Pete grinned at my obvious feelings of being nervous. <BR><BR><BR>"H-... H-... How long w-were you standing there?" I finally managed to get out. <BR>She gently smiled. <BR><BR><BR>"Right about <SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic">I'm twisted cause one side of me is tellin' me that I need to move on.</SPAN>" She said as she sang the lyric. <BR><BR><BR>At the risk of sounding dumb, I'd gladly say that she sounded like complete bliss. It was a pleasant blend of a voice destined for Rock songs, and a voice destined for R&amp;B. <BR><BR>Joe and Pete stared in awe. <BR>She lifted her eyebrow in confusion and managed to slip in a cute little smile. <BR><BR><BR>"You guys are so weird. Patrick... one of the interns was running around not sure if she got you the right brand of Black Licorice. I told her you were down to earth and I'm sure just wanted any old brand. She was too nervous to come in here and face you twice in one day, so I volunteered to hand it to you. Plus, I needed an excuse to come see you again." <BR>She said as she sent me a flirty wink. <BR><BR><BR>I swear, my heart just skipped a beat. <BR>Pete's mouth formed an O as Joe giddily rubbed his hands together. <BR>I could feel sweat trickle down my spine as I tried my best not to scream at all the attention she was giving me. <BR><BR><BR>"Y-you don't need an excuse to come see me, Adalia..." I almost whispered. <BR>She smiled wider and threw me the bag of Black Licorice. <BR><BR><BR>"OH! That's right! I owe you a massage for that foot, don't I?"<BR><BR>I swallowed the growing lump in my throat and nodded quickly. I feel like such a dork right now, it's not even funny. <BR><BR><BR>"Great. Gentleman, I should have your precious gem back to you right before you're due to start your practice session. Alright with you guys?" She asked as she looked over to Pete and Joe, who were still grinning like children. <BR><BR><BR>"Yup. Defiantly. Take him for as long as you want to....erm... <SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic">need</SPAN> to." Joe said.<BR><BR>"Don't bring him back <SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic">too</SPAN> tired." Pete said as he winked over at me.<BR>I frowned at Pete's joke. <BR><BR><BR>"Ha. Pervert you are, Peter Wentz. C'mon Patrick. Time is of the essence." <BR>She said walking over to me and taking my hand.<BR>I really wish she didn't. My palms were sweaty. She didn't seem to mind though.<BR><BR>She pulled me along quickly through a group of tech people and confused interns. I looked back quickly to see Pete giving me two thumbs up, along with an idiotic grin, and to see Joe air guitaring as he mouthed the words 'get you some'"<BR>I sighed and tried my best to keep up with Adalia. We passed Aedan in the hallway, and I just felt like hiding behind one of those massive speakers. <BR><BR><BR>"Ivy! Where are you off to again? You can't be wasting time!" He yelled as we quickly ran through the hallways of the venue.<BR><BR><BR>"I'm not wasting time, Aedan. This is important, eh "Phádraig?" She asked. <BR><BR>I looked over to Aedan who was frowning with disapproval as Adalia said my name in Irish Gaelic. <BR><BR>"Erm... Of the highest importance." I said trying to sound sure of myself. <BR><BR>Aedan's eyes narrowed as Adalia formed a smile. <BR><BR>"Defiantly." Adalia said as we turned a corner, getting out of Aedan's site. <BR>She unlocked a room with one of many keys on her key chain.<BR>I went in to see a massage table along with candles and robes. <BR><BR>"Alright Patrick. Right through those doors is a changing room. Take this robe, strip down to your boxers and come back in so I can start."<BR>My eyes widened as my breathing sped up. I know this wasn't meant to be sexual... I mean... I <SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic">think</SPAN> it's not meant to be... It's just a massage.<BR><BR><BR>"Adalia... um... but it's just my foot that hurts..."<BR><BR>She laughed. <BR><BR>"I know that. But I might as well do the entire body, so you can feel full of energy tonight. You need all the energy you can get."<BR>I looked at her in disbelief. Maybe Pete constantly being a pervert, and my obsession with Prince has finally gotten to my mind. <BR><BR>"For your show, Phádraig." <BR><BR>"OH!" <BR><BR><BR>I took the robe that she<BR>&nbsp;was handing me, and went into the other room. At least I won't be completely naked... I mean, she said I could keep my boxers on. <BR>I took off my t-shirt, pants, and shoes and put the robe over me. <BR>I forced myself to look at my reflection. All I can hope for is that I don't moan or do anything else embarrassing. Ugh. I shouldn't even be thinking about impressing her. She's my boss. My MARRIED boss. She's trying to be nice, she's SO not trying to hit on my or anything. <BR>I took in one last deep breath, and turned the door nob. Here goes nothing. </FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><STRONG><FONT color=#000099>HA! This was supposed to go up yesterday. I was busy though, so I got up early-ish, and now here it is. Hope you guys enjoyed it. :)</FONT></STRONG></DIV>
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	      <title><![CDATA[I Used To Waste My Time Dreaming Of Being Alive, Now I Only Waste It Dreaming Of You. Chapter 16]]></title>
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	      <description><![CDATA[<H2 align=center><FONT color=#000066>~*Would You Mind If I Sat Next To You?*~</FONT></H2>
<DIV><FONT color=#000066><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><SPAN style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline">*In Patrick's Point of View*</SPAN></SPAN><BR><BR>So, here we are, in Adalia's mustang. She's a fast driver. I would think she drives pretty safe based on her personality. I guess I shouldn't base everything on her personality or the way she looks. I should know better than to make assumptions of someone just based on what they look like. By looking at me, people would guess that I'm boring, stupid, and talent-less... and they'd be RIGHT! I laughed at my stupidity. <BR><BR><BR><BR>"Ohhhhh. What's this? Patrick finds something funny. I demand that you fill me in." Adalia said looking over to me.<BR><BR>I half smiled. <BR><BR><BR><BR>"Nothing... just laughing at my own stupidity."<BR><BR>She scoffed.<BR><BR><BR><BR>"Tá tú ní bómánta, Phádraig!" She said as she shook her head. <BR><BR><BR><BR>"Um... I'm only half Irish, Adalia. Translation, please?" <BR><BR>She smiled. <BR><BR><BR>"I KNEW You had an Irish flair to you." She said snapping her fingers. <BR>"R-Really? W-what about me seems Irish like to you?"<BR><BR>She laughed. <BR><BR>"Well, if I wasn't born in Ireland, then I probably wouldn't be able to pick it up. But, the way you carry yourself when you talk about something you care about. Your music for example. You're SO serious about it. You take great pride in your guitar playing. When you're writing music, that's all you pay attention to. You put your best into it, no matter how horrible you're feeling. Plus, when you're happy, everyone knows you are. It's the way you carry yourself. True to the Irish nature. Plus... you're handsome. Irishmen are known over the world for their amazing looks and incredible talent. Fortunately for you, you have been blessed with both, Mr. Stump."<BR><BR>I grinned. She thinks I'm handsome! The only way to keep her thinking about me on a good note, is to say something smart and charming. C'mon Stump. Think.<BR><BR><BR>"Um... my foot hurts..." DAMN IT! UGH! I suck at this. <BR><BR>She frowned. <BR>"Your foot hurts? Why? Your foot can't hurt! You have a show to do! Um... maybe if you stay off of it. Can you still perform? Do we need to postpone the show? Can you walk on it at all? Will you be needing a wheelchair? What about crutches? Will you be needing a nurse? What about a-"<BR><BR>"Adalia!" I said interrupting her. <BR><BR>She had a look of worry in her eyes. <BR><BR>"None of that will be necessary. It's probably temporary anyway. The pain isn't that strong anyway. "<BR>The frown still stained her face. <BR><BR>"At LEAST let me get a masseuse to massage them for you. I'll assign you the best one we have on the crew." <BR><BR><BR>"Damn! There's a masseuse traveling with us?"<BR><BR><BR>"One of the finest!" <BR><BR><BR>"Oh! Have I met them?"<BR><BR><BR>She grinned. <BR>"Maybe."<BR><BR>I lifted my eyebrow. <BR>"So, I have... does this person have a name?"<BR><BR>She grinned again. <BR><BR><BR>"You're looking at her."<BR>My eyes widened. Of course she's a masseuse. Because beautiful, smart, successful, kind, and a great leader isn't enough. She just HAS to add professional masseuse to her already cramped resume. This is just great. Another reason for me to long after this woman who I can't have. <BR><BR><BR><BR>"So you're like... a professional masseuse?" <BR><BR><BR><BR>"Mmhm. I had to get through college somehow." She said winking. <BR>All I could do was grin stupidly. <BR><BR>She returned my stupid grin with one of her beautiful smiles. She compliments me so well. Why does it have to be this way? We'd be perfect together... that's not wishful thinking either. Her extreme beauty, my dull looks, her beautiful smile, my stupid grin, her full bright eyes, my hopeless eyes. Her confidence, my insecurity, her grace, my clumsiness. <BR><BR>Why can't I have her? <BR><BR>I sighed. I need to stop torturing myself. This will never happen... I guess all I can do is accept it. Nothing more to discuss here. Patrick Stump will never have Adalia Brennon... end of story. We can all go home now. Her laughing brought me out of my own misery. Just to listen to her laughter puts me in a better mood. Why can't she be around me all the time? Besides the fact that it kills me that I can't have her, she really doors make me better. <BR><BR><BR>"What are you thinking about? You always seem to be deep in thought. I hope I didn't interrupt the next musical wonder at something amazing, did I?"<BR>I smiled at her compliment. <BR><BR><BR>"Nah. I don't think you could ever interrupt me doing something... amazing. I don't think that ever happens."<BR><BR>She frowned. <BR>"Don't be so down on yourself, Phádraig. You're just... wow... I don't think there's a word to describe you."<BR><BR>"Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?"<BR><BR>She smirked. <BR>"It's you. Can anything that has to do with you turn out bad?"<BR><BR>I paused. This hurts.<BR>This hurts way too much. <BR>She pulled into the back lot of the Coors Amphitheater. There was a gate preventing us from getting in. <BR><BR><BR>"Name?" The security guard said as he looked down to his clipboard. <BR><BR><BR>"Come on now, Will. You know my name."<BR><BR><BR>"OH! Hey Adalia! I thought you may have punked out on us!" The security guard said as he finally looked at Adalia. <BR><BR><BR>"You'd better get back there, everyone is going crazy because the lead singer of the headlining band is missing." <BR>Adalia laughed. "I've got him right here."<BR><BR>I smiled awkwardly and waved to the security guard. <BR><BR>"Damn! You're the lead singer? I thought that other guy was the lead singer. You know, short, dark hair, tattoo of a bat under his belly button, really really wide smile."<BR>Adalia frowned. <BR><BR><BR>"That's Pete, the bassist of the headlining band. <SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic">This</SPAN> is Patrick, the lead singer."<BR>I sighed. <BR><BR>"OH! I feel SO dumb now! I'm <SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic">so</SPAN> sorry, Patrick was it?"<BR>I nodded. "Yeah... Patrick Stump."<BR><BR>"Well, Pat... can I call you Pat?" the security guard asked. <BR><BR><BR>Adalia groaned. <BR>"I uh... rather you didn't." I said. <BR><BR>"Oh damn! I'm just messing up EVERYWHERE! Adalia, take Patrick here to his practice room before I mess up again. Patrick, I'm really sorry."<BR><BR>"That's fine." I said. <BR>Adalia smiled. <BR><BR>"Okay Will. I'll see you later."<BR><BR>"Bye Ivy."<BR><BR>Adalia drove into the stadium parking lot and turned off the car. <BR><BR><BR>"Okay, we've got to get you to your practice room with your band mates... not like you need practice anyway. Lets go. I wouldn't want to keep you away from your life of fame any longer."<BR><BR>I sighed. I'd rather just stay here with her... <BR><BR><BR><SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Watching her smile...</SPAN><BR><BR><BR>That smile of hers... it breaks my heart.<BR><BR>We walked in together and a swarm of people with clipboards and radios attached to their ears ran to Adalia yelling at her and demanding attention.<BR>I looked over to her in worry, but as soon as she was swarmed, I was swarmed with people with guitars, picks, strings, microphones and water bottles. <BR><BR><BR>"Mr. Stump! Will you be using your Les Paul before or after the SG? What kind of amp will you be using? Do your guitars need to be re-stringed? Do you want a lightweight microphone? Do you need a spare?"<BR><BR>I sighed at the questions being asked to me.<BR><BR><BR>"Um... just get me an acoustic Gibson to practice with for now."<BR><BR><BR>"Do you need anything else? Coffee? Soft Drink, Chips, Candy? Would you like anything of that nature, Mr. Stump?"<BR><BR><BR>"Um... some Black Licorice?" <BR><BR><BR>"Right away, Mr. Stump. This way to your practice room, Mr. Stump."<BR><BR><BR>I looked over to see if I could spot Adalia. Sadly, she's shorter than I am, and was blocked by the swarm of people asking for orders and for an explanation on her absence. <BR><BR>"Damn." I said to myself. <BR><BR>"Yams? Would you like some yams, Mr. Stump?"<BR><BR><BR><BR>"Yams? What the hell... Um... no yams... just the guitar and some black licorice..."<BR><BR><BR>"Right away, Mr. Stump."<BR><BR>"Please, Call me Patrick." I said.<BR><BR>"Okay, Mr. Patrick Stump. Right this way."<BR><BR>I sighed. This is going to be a long day. </FONT></DIV>
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	      <dc:date>2008-06-12T14:50:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Wishing To Be The Friction In Your Jeans, You Start Shaking At The Thought. Chapter 4]]></title>
	      <link>http://mcrmyxobeccaxo.buzznet.com/user/journal/2505091/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<H2><FONT color=#336666>~*So Obviously Desperate, So Desperatly Obvious*~</FONT></H2>
<DIV align=left><FONT color=#336666><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><SPAN style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline">~*Matt Rubano's Point Of View*~</SPAN></SPAN><BR><BR>Damn it! Why did I only bring one bass?! I should have known better to depend on Adam bringing a spare bass. The only satisfaction I'm getting out of this is the fact that Adam didn't bring a lightweight microphone. Ha ha. Silly boy. Wait... damn! He's going to be using the regular one. Lets just hope he doesn't knock me out again. Aw shit. <BR>Just then, I heared laughing. I looked down the hallway and saw Adam walking with two members from Fall Out Boy and all of My Chemical Romance. He never goes anywhere alone it looks like. Adam is laughing and swinging around a microhpone.Wit his luck, he's going to...<BR><BR>WAIT!<BR><BR>That's his lightweight one! I'd recognize it anywhere seeing as how Eve signed it saying<BR>"I love you, Adam. GO TAKING BACK SUNDAY! -Eve" With a little smiley face at the end. <BR>That means... Adam's girlfriend... oh wait. They're not dating... yet. EVELYNN IS HERE!<BR><BR>"Oh Eve!" <BR><BR>Woah... why the hell did I just yell that out? That's Adam's girl... or at least that's what he claims. I'm just happy that no one heard me, Adam trips over Evelynn's name. Hah. What a-<BR><BR>"Did you just call my name?"<BR>"HOLY SHIT!"<BR>I spun around with my fists up ready to fight. I felt pretty stupid once I realized it was Eve who scared me. She looked confused and had this strange look on her face. It reminded me of the face Adam makes when he goes off into "Adam World"<BR><BR>"You scared me, Eve!"<BR>But then, I'm pretty sure she knew she did with the reaction I gave her. <BR><BR>"I'm Sorry, Matt. It's just I heard my name... more like moaning my name. So I followed the sound and well... here I am!" She said with an awkward smile. She scratched her head nervously. <BR><BR>"Ugh. Were you the one who moaned out my name?" <BR><BR>"... No! It was Adam!"<BR>I SO didn't moan out her name! Did I? NO! All I said was 'Oh Eve'... okay... mayve I did moan out her name. <BR><BR>"Alright then, Matt."<BR>GOD! If she wasn't taken by that bitch Sebestian I'd SO be hitting on her right now. Well, not really. Eve's kind of a downer, and she always seems like she's hiding something, but I really don't want to ask her if she is. Oh well. Maybe I can go after her friend, Adeline. She's hot too. Ha ha. Oh Yeah. <BR><BR>"Matt, you seem like you're fantisizing again... and I don't want to stick around to find out about what... or better yet... who you are thinking about."<BR>I looked at her and noticed I was licking my lips and rubbing my chest. What the fuck am I doing? Why do I become this huge pervert around Eve?<BR><BR>"Oh... okay, Eve."<BR>She smiled and began to walk off. I guess I should start looking for some bass strings. Oh wait!<BR><BR>"EVE!"<BR><BR>She turned around as I began to run after her. <BR><BR>"Yeah, Matt?"<BR><BR>"I wanted to ask you if you had any bass strings?"<BR><BR>She put her finger on her cheek. I guess she's thinking? She smiled at me. <BR><BR>"Nope..."<BR><BR>EH! I put my head down. That's not anything to smile about!<BR><BR>"But... I <SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic">do</SPAN> have the bass you left in my car."<BR><BR>"Huh? I have a bass in your car?"<BR><BR>"Yeah. Remember? You played on the streets with Adam and pretended you two were poor and needed a girls number to live another day. Your story was, your master fed you only when you show him a girl's working phone number. I'm still shocked any girl was stupid enough to fall for that and actually give you their number."<BR><BR>Oh yeah! I remember that! Ha ha. I got so lucky that night! Well... not really. Mom walked in on me before anything could happen.<BR><BR>"I think the fact that I'm hot helped me get the numbers. Can I have your keys so I can go get the bass?"<BR><BR>"Ha! I remember that night so well! That one gay guy asked you if you wanted him to be your new master. HA!"<BR><BR>Eve started laughing so hard that her eyes started to water. I can't believe she still remembers that. I mean... I'm just happy that only the band and Eve know about that. The only good thing about that gay guy hitting on me is now I know if I ever give up on women, I have someone... WAIT! I shouldn't be proud of that! SHIT!<BR><BR>Eve finally stopped laughing and took a deep breath. <BR><BR>"Eh... Good times. But yeah Matt, the bass is still there so-"<BR>Just then, she turned her head to the hallway and ran behind a huge speaker. <BR><BR>I looked back and asw Adam walking over to me with a huge grin on his face. He looked like a killer! It was creeping me out, so I shined a light on his face. He quickly looked down and squinted his eyes. <BR><BR>"Ugh that hurt! Have you seen Eve around here?"<BR><BR>WHAT?! Why is Eve hiding from Adam? Are they playing Hide-and-Go-Seek? AND THEY DIDN'T ASK ME TO PLAY?!<BR>I LOVE that game! Ugh! I always win!<BR><BR>I thought about it for a minute and realized this probably isn't the case here. <BR><BR>"Um... no, Adam... I havn't seen Eve."<BR>Hopefully he didn't see through my lie. I doubt he did. <BR><BR>"Oh... Okay... It's just I thought I heard her voice. I really need to talk to her. There is something I need to tell her and... yeah..."<BR><BR>Wow. Adam looks so sad right now. It kind of makes me want to tell him that Eve is behing the-<BR>I glanced over to the speaker and saw that Eve was gone. How the FUCK did she leave?! I didn't hear a thing! What am I going to do now with Adam here looking all sad? Ugh this sucks. I didn't even get the bass out of Eve's car...<BR><BR><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><SPAN style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline">~*In Evelynn's Point Of View*~</SPAN></SPAN><BR><BR>I shouldn't have left. The look on Adams face... ugh!! NO! He shouldn't get a look like that when he's thinking of me! It's <SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic">just</SPAN> me. I'm no one special...<BR><BR>I let out a sigh. <BR><BR>I guess I should go get Matt's bass. It's the least I can do for leaving him like that alone with Adam. <BR><BR>I sighed again.<BR><BR><BR>Oh Adam...<BR><BR><BR>Why me? <BR><BR>I started walking out towards my car and then I stopped at the sight of a familiar face moping around the parking lot. <BR><BR>"Patrick? Is that you?"<BR><BR>The shadowed figure looked up and smiled. <BR><BR>"Hey, Evelynn."<BR>He sounds so unsure when he says my full first name. I walked over to him. Maybe talking to Patrick can help me get my mind off of things. <BR><BR>"What are you doing out here in the dark, Eve?"<BR><BR>"Oh, I'm getting a bass guitar out of my car that Matt needs."<BR><BR>"The one he used to pick up girls with Adam?"<BR><BR>"My gosh. How do you know about that?"<BR><BR>"Pete told me. I guess Mikey told him, Gerard told Mikey, and Adam told Gerard."<BR><BR>It sounds like something Adam would do. He can't resist sharing a funny story. I laughed lightly to myself. I found it hard to smile with Adam on my mind. <BR><BR>"Enough about me. What are YOU doing out here in the dark, Patrick?"<BR><BR>He looked at me and pulled down his hat. <BR><BR>"I uh... came out here to get a drink..."<BR>He said sounding unsure of himself. <BR><BR>"Outside?" I asked. <BR>I guess he needs time to think too. <BR><BR>He sighed. <BR>"Alright, you caught me..."<BR><BR>"Mmhm. What's the <SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic">real</SPAN> reason you're out here, if you don't mind me asking."<BR><BR>Patrick looked away and pulled down his hat even more. <BR><BR>"Something wrong, Patrick?"<BR><BR>"It's just..." He sighed again.<BR>"You don't want to hear my troubles. I should go."<BR><BR>I frowned.<BR>"Of course I want to know. That's why I asked. Come on now. Spit it out." <BR>I said trying to comfort him. <BR><BR>He groaned. <BR><BR>"You know your friend?"<BR><BR>"ADAM?!" I asked in shock. <BR><BR>"No, no. Not Adam. Your other friend."<BR><BR>"Matt?"<BR><BR>"No..."<BR><BR>"Um... the other Matt?"<BR><BR>I looked at Patrick who still had a dissapointed face. Even moreso than before. I decided to continue guessing names. <BR><BR>"Mark? Eddie? Gerard? PETE?"<BR><BR>"That's not right. Guess again, I guess."<BR><BR>"ADAM?!"<BR><BR>"Adeline..."<BR>OH! That's who he was talking about. Why didn't I think of her sooner?<BR><BR>Ha. I feel kinda stupid now. I guess this is just because I... WAIT! Does he like her?<BR><BR>"Sorry it took so long for me to guess. Do you like her or something?"<BR><BR>A small smile crawled across his face as his cheeks tinted red. <BR><BR>"Well, you might think it's stupid..."<BR><BR>"No I won't." I said with a smile. <BR><BR>"Well, It's just that... I..."<BR><BR>"Do you like her, Patrick?"<BR><BR>"Well... It's like... I... yes..."<BR><BR>Oh! He does like her!<BR>That's so cute that he's shy about it. Ha wait until... woah! He likes her... and she likes him... this is just...<BR><BR>...wow...</FONT><BR><BR><IMG src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/4/1/3/6/6/8/1/orig-4136681.jpg" border=0><IMG style="WIDTH: 318px; HEIGHT: 481px" height=751 src="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t233/TBSandHEARTS/adam_lazzara_.jpg" width=318 border=0></DIV>
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<DIV align=left><STRONG>That's all for now. Jessica wrote this one. She's good, isn't she?</STRONG><BR><BR></DIV>]]></description>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Wishing To Be The Friction In Your Jeans, You Start Shaking At The Thought Chapter 3]]></title>
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	      <description><![CDATA[<H2><FONT color=#336666>~*I Keep Telling Myself I'm Not The Desperate Type...*~</FONT></H2>
<DIV><FONT color=#336666><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><SPAN style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline">*Adeline's Point Of View*</SPAN></SPAN><BR><BR>"Hey Adeline! It's been... hey, are you okay? You look pretty red..."<BR>Patrick said as he lowered his eyebrows in worry. My face is burning due to the continious blushing my body insists I do everytime I'm around Patrick.<BR>What the hell is he doing here anyway! It's not like I don't <SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic">want</SPAN> him here, because I do... It's just that I'm SO not prepared to talk to him! My hair is discusting, my fingers have blood around the fingernail where I bite too close to the skin, my makeup isn't as nice as it could be and now I'm nervously bouncing around. This is just great. <BR><BR>"Um... y-yeah. I'm...I'm j-just..." I stopped talking and exhaled angrily. I got rid of my studdering for the most part around when I was thirteen. The thing about a speech impediment, is it never truly goes away. Mine comes back to haunt me when I'm nervous. Big surprize, being this close to Patrick Stump gets me nervous. Fucking fantastic. <BR><BR>"Addie... um...do you have to use the bathroom or something? You're moving around a lot..." Patrick said. <BR><BR>My eyes widened as my knees nearly buckled. Evelynn began to laugh uncontrolably as I shot her a glare. <BR><BR>"Oh look! Cookies! I'll be going now."<BR>Evelynn said as she smirked at me. <BR><BR>"No! DUDE!" I exclaimed imediatly. <BR><BR>Patrick looked at me in confusion, then lowered his head and pulled down his hat. <BR><BR>FUCK! Way to ruin things! Now he probably thinks I want him gone. UGH! This is SO frustrating! If only I wasn't so damn nervous. Charming men is never easy, but Patrick is so much harder to charm. It's not like other guys where I was just looking for temporary happiness. I want things to last with Patrick. I don't want it to end so quickly and it mean nothing. AHH! It's not like it'll matter anyway. He's damn near perfect! Amazing voice, astounding guitar skills, creative and innovative musical ear, such a different view on music it's incredible. The he's got those acting skills, and the fact that he's a producer makes him all the more terrifying to talk to. That's just the mans musical ability, on to his heart. He's so thoughtful, so funny, his modesty is plain to see, and not that I'm all about the way he looks, but his sideburns along with those deep green eyes, his soft reddish hair and the way he fills out a pair of jeans is enough to have me drooling all over him. Now that I've thought of all the things that make him amazing, he's about three times more terrifying to talk to. I feel so desperate around him. Desperate for my body not to betray me and my words not to fail me. The most I can do is keep telling myself that I'm NOT the desperate type. The more I think about it, the more I stop believing myself. <BR><BR>"Addie... Hey... Adeline... ADELINE!"<BR><BR>I was torn from my thoughts by Patrick repeating my name.<BR><BR>"Oh... Patrick..." I smiled up at him, like a dumbass. <BR><BR>"You okay? You were quiet for a while... are you getting sick or something?"<BR><BR>I sighed. He's so thoughtful. <BR><BR>"Nah. I'll... I'll be okay, I guess. Maybe if I-" I stopped midsentence at the sight of two men laughing and pushing each other into walls. <BR><BR>"Hey! That looks like... AHH! IT IS! ADELINEEEEE!!!!!! AHHHHHHH!" One of the men yelled. As he ran closer to my line of sight, I realized it was Pete Wentz. <BR><BR>"PETER PANDA!" I yelled back. <BR><BR>Before I could object, Pete was running closer then without warning, he tackled me. <BR><BR>"AH! Pete! Seriously! Can't you ever give me a warning?" I asked. <BR>Everytime he does this, my back hits the floor a little harder than the last time.<BR><BR>"You're a big girl. Figure it out when you see me running towards you with open arms."<BR><BR>I coughed. The weight of his body on top of mine was preventing me from beathing as well as I would like to. <BR><BR>"Woah! Guys! There are children here! Leave that discusting poro and infidelity shit at home! Pete! You're a married man! What would Ashlee say at this display?" A man's voice questioned. I looked around to see none other than Mikey Way standing over Pete and I with a raised eyebrow. <BR><BR>"MIKEY!" I scremed as I punched Pete. <BR><BR>"OW!" He wined as he quickly got off of me. <BR><BR>I embraced being able to breathe correctly and ran into Mikey's arms. <BR><BR>"Hey Addie! What are you doing here?" Mikey asked. <BR><BR>"Oh! Me and Evelynn are here cause Adam practacally got on his knees and begged Eve to come."<BR><BR>"Hmm. Begged EVE to come? Do I sence a new relationship in the making?" He asked as he lifted his eyebrow. <BR><BR>"I thought Eve was with that one dude... um... his name..." Pete mumbled as he struggled to figure out the name.<BR><BR>"Isn't it Sebestian?" Another familiar voice asked. <BR><BR>"GERARD!" I squealed as I saw Gerard Way walking towards the group with a smile. <BR><BR>I ran towards him and nearly knocked him over as I pushed him. <BR><BR>"Ow! Adeline! Careful now, I'm an old man, remember?" He asked as he moved my bangs away from my eyes. <BR><BR>"Aw. 34 isn't old." I said as I rubbed his back. <BR><BR>"Psh. Not for trees it isn't" A voice said. <BR>I looked over to see Frank Iero, Ray Toro and Bob Bryar walking over to the group. <BR><BR>"Ray! Frankie! BOB!" I screamed running over to them. <BR><BR>"Ha! She's doing that a lot today, isn't she?" I hered Pete ask Mikey. <BR><BR>"Hey Pretty Lady! You let your hair grow out!" Frank said as he ran his fingers through my hair. <BR><BR>Ray sighed. "So, you didn't take my idea for growing out a fro?" <BR><BR>Everyone laughed as we approached the group. <BR><BR>"Dude! Seriously! Addie looks good in everything." Pete said putting one arm around my waist.<BR><BR>"Once a flirt, always a flirt, eh Wentz?" Mikey asked. <BR><BR>Pete grinned andpulled me closer to him. <BR><BR>"Ew! You're married!" I said getting out of his grip.<BR><BR>"OoOh! Casinova Pete Wentz gets turned down by a woman! I never thought I'd see the day." Gerard said with a big grin. <BR><BR>"Hey! What happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas." Pete said with a raised eyebrow. <BR><BR>The group paused. <BR><BR>"We're in New York, you douche!" Frank said throwing a candy wrapper at Pete. <BR><BR>"Paris, Rome, whatever. Same difference. All in the states." Pete said crossing his arms. <BR><BR>"Pete... Paris and Rome isn't in..." I sighed. <BR><BR>Frank started to giggle. "You're stupid."<BR><BR>We all laughed. <BR><BR>"Hey guys! Look at what I can do!" I hered Adam yell out. <BR><BR>We all looked over to see Adam swinging his new lightweight microphone. <BR><BR>"I think I finally got it down!" Adam said with a grin. <BR><BR>He started to skip and swing the microphone towards us. <BR><BR>"Ahh! This is gonna look SO kickass on stage!" He beamed. <BR><BR>He dropped to his knees and let the microphone cord swing around his neck, but miscalculated the velocity and the angle of the microphone and hit himself in the face. <BR><BR>"Ow!" He started, but his voice choked out. <BR><BR>"ADAM!" I screamed as I ran towards him, thinking he was suffocating. <BR><BR>I ran to his sick and quickly unwravled the microphone cord from around his neck. <BR><BR>The side of his face was red and puffy, and the friction burns on his neck had nearly doubled.<BR><BR>"ADAM! Ugh you DUMBASS! Say something!" I said slapping him. <BR>My heart rate sped up in fear of him being knocked out.<BR><BR>He groaned indicating that he was still alive. <BR><BR>"Dudeee! Did you see that? That was awesome!" He said quickly getting up.<BR><BR>I rolled my eyes.<BR><BR>"You're such a dumbass." I said crossing my arms. <BR><BR>"The KING of dumbasses!" He said picking me up onto his shoulders. <BR><BR>I laughed. <BR><BR>"Calm down, I'm not Evelynn." I said to him. <BR><BR>Adam nervously chuckled. <BR><BR>"I have no clue as to what you're talking about." He said suspiciously. <BR><BR>He began to run, and I gripped on tighter to his shirt. <BR><BR>He stopped suddenly at the sight of Patrick looking over to us. <BR><BR>"Hey um... Adeline... you seem a little pre occupied right now... um... I'm going to go get something to drink... I don't know... well... if you neeed me or like... want to talk to me... I'll... yeah, I'll be getting a drink..." <BR><BR>I frowned. <BR><BR>"No, Patrick... you don't have to go. Really... you don't have to go..." I said digging my nails into Adam's shoulders so he would put me down. <BR><BR>"Ow! Addie! What the hell was that for?" He asked letting me down.<BR><BR>"N-no... It's fine. You looked happy. I'll just... I'm thirsty anyway. I'll see you um... later, I guess? Yeah... like I said, I'll be here in the venue... getting something to drink... here... in this venue..." He coughed. <BR><BR>Adam lowered his eyebrows and looked to me in confusion. <BR><BR>"But, Patrick..." <BR><BR>Patrick smiled softly. <BR>"You did look happy though..." He said turning and walking away. <BR><BR>I groaned as soon as Patrick was out of ear shot. <BR><BR>"Oooohhh shit!" I said stomping my foot. <BR><BR>"Why do I <SPAN style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline">ALWAYS</SPAN> fuck things up with him?! Ugh! Why can't I just TALK to him like I do everyone else?!" I said falling to my knees. <BR><BR>I felt myself being picked up again, it didn't feel like Adam through. <BR><BR>I looked at the arms full of tattoos and realized it was Pete. <BR><BR>I looked around to see Gerard, Mikey, Pete, Frank, Ray, Bob, and Adam surrounding me. <BR><BR>"Did we um... interrupt something?" Pete asked while he pointed to where Patrick walked off. <BR>I shook my head and got loose of Pete's grip. <BR><BR>"Nah... nothing to speak of."<BR><BR>Mikey frowned. <BR><BR>"Feels like we interrupted something." He said. <BR><BR>I shook my head again.<BR><BR>"Not like it's ever gonna happen anyway..." I paused and looked up at the guys all with frowns on their faces. <BR><BR>"Um... what the hell is this? Fucking gossip corner?! Look over there! A cart of guitars! And Oh my gosh! It's Mark O'Connel!" AHH!" I screamed as I ran over to him. <BR><BR>Mark widened his eyes and took another bite of his cookie. <BR><BR>"MMMMMMMAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" I yelled as I ran into him. <BR><BR>He began to cough. <BR><BR>"Damn cookie went down the wrong way!" <BR><BR>I laughed and gave him a big hug.<BR><BR>True to Mark's shy nature, he awkwardly tried to hug me back.<BR><BR>I faked a laugh. <BR><BR>"Get me out of here, and I will love you forever." I said through clenched teeth. <BR><BR>"Oh. Trouble with the girls?" He asked. <BR><BR>I shook my head. <BR><BR>"Nah. Evelynn and I are as close as ever."<BR><BR>"No, no. Not Eve. <SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Those</SPAN> girls." He said pointing back to the group of guys I was just talking to. <BR><BR>Pete was grinning while Frank was waving. <BR><BR>I groaned.<BR><BR>"Alright then, Addie... you can um... help me make sure my drums are ready for tonight. Come on." He said putting his hand on my back and guided me through the door. <BR><BR>I looked back to the guys and smiled. <BR><BR>Pete stuck out his tounge.<BR>"I'll find out eventually! I'll find out, Adeline! I'm PETER FUCKING WENTZ! AHHHH!"<BR><BR>I rolled my eyes and walked fasted away from the group. <BR><BR>"Come on, Mark."<BR><BR>Mark laughed. <BR><BR>"You lead a very interesting life, Adeline."<BR><BR>I groaned again. <BR><BR>"Do you want to switch?"<BR><BR>He shook his head. <BR><BR>"No way in hell! It's fun just watching."<BR><BR>I sighed. <BR><BR>"It was worth a shot."<BR><BR>Mark smiled. <BR><BR>"So, what exactly are you hiding from the ladies?"<BR><BR>I looked over to him.<BR><BR>"It's nothing for you to worry your pretty little head over, Marky Mark."<BR>I said ruffling his hair. <BR><BR>He rolled his eyes.<BR><BR>"It wouldn't by any chance have anything to do with a certain guitar player slash lead singer named Patrick, now would it?" He asked while he raised his eyebrow. <BR><BR>I sighed. <BR><BR>"Keep pressing me for details, and you're gonna go on stage to find a giant hole in your bass drum."<BR><BR><BR>Mark shook his head and chuckled. <BR><BR>"Adeline likes Patrick, Adeline likes Patrick! Ooh! I'll bet you want to kissss him. Adeline likes Patrick! Oh please Patrick, sing me a little tune will you? Muah muah muah."<BR><BR>I exhaled angrily and sped up to go towards Mark's drums. <BR><BR>"Oh! Addie has got a little soft spot for the Trickster! Muah muah Patrick!"<BR><BR>"Shut up!" I said flipping him off. <BR><BR>"Muahaaaha! Adeline likes Patrick!"<BR><BR>I rolled my eyes and took out my drum key from my keychain so I could tune Mark's drums. <BR><BR>This is gonna be a long night...</FONT></DIV>
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<P><STRONG>That's it. I wrote this one. What do you think?</STRONG></P>
<P><STRONG>-Becca</STRONG><BR><BR></P>
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	      <title><![CDATA[What Makes You Love Me This Way? Chapter 53]]></title>
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	      <description><![CDATA[<H2 align=center><FONT color=#990000><U>~*J'irai Simplement Bien*~</U></FONT></H2>
<DIV><FONT color=#990000><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><SPAN style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline">*In Carly's Point Of View*</SPAN></SPAN><BR><BR>"Nipple piercings! Who here would get a nipple piercing?" Frank asked with a wide grin on his face. He's such a weirdo.<BR><BR>"Frankie... if you get your nipples pierced, I swear, I just might be tempted to rip them out."<BR>Brenda commented. <BR><BR>"Oh yeah baby. In the heat of the moment, you would grab onto them." He said licking his fingers and rubbing his nipples. <BR><BR>"This is fucking disgusting! How the hell do you come up with this shit, Frankie?" Bob said punching the couch. <BR><BR>"Guys! I'm not saying that I would get my nipples pierced, I'm just saying... would any of you guys get them?" <BR><BR>Ray groaned and grabbed his chest.<BR><BR>"I don't want a large needle going through my nipples, thank you very much." He said. <BR><BR>We all looked over to Mikey who adjusted his glasses awkwardly. <BR><BR>"Not my TITTIES!" He exclaimed as he held on to his own chest. <BR><BR>Jacqueline laughed and held on to Mikey's chest as well. <BR>Ashley busted into a fit of laughter. <BR>"Poor Mikey and his titties!" She said faking sympathy. <BR>I'm glad Frank was able to make her laugh. Gerard sure as hell isn't doing it anymore. <BR>I'm honestly not sure what is going on with those two. I'd like to say I don't care, but in the time I've known Ashley, I've realized she's an amazing person. Then there's Gerard. He's a fantastic person as well. <BR>Last night I was discussing this issue with Bob, but he told me to leave it their own business. He's right... but some part of me wants to help if it's my business or not. <BR><BR>"Now it's the ladies turn! Which one of you would get your nipples pierced?" Frank asked as he attacked Brenda's neck.<BR><BR>"Been there, done that." Ashley said casually. <BR><BR>The room grew silent as we all looked over to Ashley. <BR><BR>She busted out into a fit of laughter. <BR><BR>"I'm just kidding you guys. Besides my ears, this is the first piercing I've ever got." She said as she pulled at her lip ring. <BR><BR>"Somehow, I don't believe you. We're gonna have to get Gerard to check for us." Frank said with a smile. <BR><BR>She sighed. <BR>"If he ever gets off that damned telephone."<BR><BR>"Do I sense trouble in Gee and Ash paradise?" Ray asked. <BR>She sighed. <BR><BR>"It was only paradise for like... the first week. Then everything kind of went..." She looked up and made a frown.<BR><BR>"Sorry guys. It's not your problem that I can't..." She forced a smile. <BR><BR>"Nipple peircings. Maybe I can force one on Gerard while he's sleeping?"<BR><BR>Everyone laughed. Ashley has got some skills being able to change the conversation that quickly. Maybe it is just because no one really wanted to talk about that. We all know Gerard has problems trusting his girlfriends, and I have a feeling Ashley has the same problem. Maybe it's just easier for Gerard to fall back on Zoe. I mean, he was in love with her. <BR>"Who do you think invented nipple peircings?" Frank asked. <BR><BR>Bob groaned. <BR>"I thought we were done talking about nipple peircings. Do you want one or something, Frank?"<BR>Frank lifted his eyebrow.<BR>"Do you want me to want you to want me to want one, Bob?"<BR><BR>Bob got quiet and thought about the question.<BR><BR>"I really don't want you to question weather or not I, Bob Bryar want you, Frank Ireo to think about maybe possibly wanting a temporary or permanent piercing of the nipple on a Tuesday in June almost sometimes frequently."<BR><BR>Everyone paused. <BR><BR>"Um... do you mind repeating like... all of it?" I asked. <BR><BR>Bob smiled. "Anything for you, doll."<BR><BR>He began to kiss me. Ever since the accident, Bob's been paying me extra attention. He says he wants to tell me everything he feels in case he looses me. I guess it freaked him out. Truth is, I thought I was going to die and never see him again. The thought of being without Bob scared me. It made me more aware of mortality and the fact that I'm not going to live forever. So now, we are much more open with each other. I guess it just takes one near death experience to put things in perspective. Flashy cars, tours, guitars, diamonds. None of those things matter. You can't piss your life away on material possessions. Just like Ashley and Gerard can't keep playing this damn cat and mouse game with each other.<BR><BR>"EW! Make it stop! GUYS! SERIOUSLY!!" Frank complained. <BR><BR>Bob flipped him off. <BR><BR>"Ewwww! Bob love to Carly! I think I'm going to be sick!" <BR><BR>I stopped kissing bob and looked at Frank who was making a disgusted face. <BR><BR>"Come on now Bob. Lets not upset little Frank."<BR><BR>"Oh believe me, you're not upsetting me, you're upsetting my stomach."<BR><BR>Bob groaned as I rolled my eyes. <BR><BR>"You know what Frank? I should SO kick your a-"<BR><BR>"Hey guys! What's doing?"<BR>Gerard said as he hopped down the stairs dawning a huge grin. <BR><BR>Ashley sighed and looked down to her shoes. <BR><BR>"Nothing much Gee. Bob is being disgusting with his girlfriend, and I'm sitting here trying not to throw up. By the way, do you have a nipple piercing?"<BR><BR>Gerard's eyes widened as he looked at Frank in confusion.<BR><BR>"Um hello. Fear of needles." <BR><BR>"Still, nipple piercing! I mean... DAMN! Nipple piercing! AHH!"<BR><BR>"Um... to answer your question, no. I don't nor have I ever, had a nipple piercing." He said sitting down next to Ashley. <BR>She seemed to accept the attention as he put his arm around her. <BR><BR>Good, I'm glad he's coming to his senses. <BR><BR>"Really? Cause we were telling Ash she should try to sneak one on you while you're sleeping." Frank said.<BR><BR>"What?! Are you fucking insane Ashley?!"<BR><BR>"Gerard! It was just a joke! Seriously, I'd never do that."<BR><BR>The room seemed to tense up as we could feel Gerard's obvious anger and shock.<BR><BR>"Good. It'd be a dumb mistake."<BR><BR>Ashley frowned and looked to the floor again. <BR><BR>I really really don't like where this is going. <BR><BR>"I'm hungry as hell. Is their anything to eat?" Gerard asked breaking the silence. <BR><BR>"Um... some brownies Rachel and Ashley made earlier." Ray said. <BR><BR>"Good. Ash, be a doll and go get me some?" Gerard asked as he pinched her nose. <BR><BR>She frowned again and pulled away, hinting pain.<BR><BR>"Gerard, you pinched too hard! That hurt." <BR><BR>"Boo hoo. Go get my goddamn brownies."<BR><BR>Ashley frowned again. <BR>"Fine."<BR><BR>The entire rooms attention shifted to Gerard who was reaching in his pocket for something. He pulled out a carton of cigarettes and lit one casually.<BR><BR>"Gerard, you're going to smoke that in the house? Ash doesn't like the smell of cigarettes." Mikey pointed out.<BR><BR>"She'll get over it. Don't forget the milk, babe." Gerard called out. <BR><BR>"Never. How the hell could I forget the milk, Gerard?" Ashley asked as she brought in a plate of brownies and a glass of milk for Gerard.<BR><BR>"I don't know babe. You <SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic">can</SPAN> do some pretty stupid stuff sometimes." Gerard said as he stuffed a brownie in his mouth. <BR><BR>Ashley sighed as Gerard took a drag from his cigarette. <BR><BR>After about 10 minutes of silence, Gerard finished his food and looked over to Ashley.<BR><BR>"Zoe called, she wants to go out tonight. You don't mind do you?"<BR><BR>She shook her head and bit her lip. <BR><BR>"No Gerard. You go ahead."<BR><BR>"Kick ass. You rock, babe." He said as he kissed the top of her head.<BR><BR>"Fine."<BR><BR>"See you guys later."<BR><BR>The door slammed and Ashley's eyes looked to be filling with tears. <BR><BR>"Ashley... that was so-" Brenda stopped mid-sentence at the front door opening again.<BR><BR>"Oh Ash! I completely forgot!" Gerard said walking back in towards Ashley.<BR><BR>Ashley quickly got up. She smiled at Gerard as he lovingly <BR>put his hands on her head and stroked her hair. <BR>"You're so damn pretty." He said.<BR><BR>Ashley half smiled as he leaned in to kiss her. <BR><BR>"Don't wait up, kay babe?" He said as he wriggled her nose. <BR>She nodded and looked down to her shoes once more. <BR><BR>With that, he left again.<BR><BR>"Ash, you gonna be okay?" Ray asked. <BR>Ashley sighed. <BR><BR>"Mmhm... I've got to um... clean the room. Gerard would want it clean when he comes back..."<BR><BR>"When exactly is he getting back?" Frank asked. <BR><BR>Ashley shrugged her shoulders. <BR>"I'm not sure... he said not to wait up though so he might take a while..."<BR>"And... you're okay with that?" I asked. <BR><BR>She nodded her head, not seeming too sure of herself. <BR><BR>"It's fine... every thing's fine... please don't worry about me you guys... I'll be just fine..."<BR><BR>Something tells me everything is NOT "Just Fine"</FONT><BR><BR></DIV>
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<DIV><STRONG>Hey&nbsp;people! Sorry it's been SO long since I updated this. I kinda wrote myself into a corner. I know how I want to end this, but I'm not sure how to get myself from there, from here. I thought of a great way, and will try to update more regularly. Thanks for being patient and continuing to read these. Rock on, you crazy Mo', Fo's!</STRONG></DIV>
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	      <title><![CDATA[I Used To Waste My Time Dreaming Of Being Alive, Now I Only Waste It Dreaming Of You. Chapter 15]]></title>
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<DIV><FONT color=#000099><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><SPAN style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline">*In Patrick's Point Of View*</SPAN></SPAN><BR>Ugh. This sucks. I can't get my hips to sway as much as Prince does in these music videos. I would keep trying, but I'm sure I already look stupid as it is. It's not every day you see some random fatass white guy trying to swivel his hips while staring at his laptop screen. I'm pathetic. I sat back down and closed the internet window. I'm tired of thinking that I can dance. Nervous white guy dance is all I can do, as Pete so cleverly named it. Basically it's just me nodding my head along to the music. Why did I even bring up the subject of dancing? I know very well I can't dance to save my life. But noooo, Patrick Stump is a new level of stupid. He just doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut. <BR><BR>"I'll bet you don't do the dance moves justice though." I said mocking myself. What the fuck was I thinking? Oh yeah, that's right. Nothing. As usual, Patrick Stump's head is filled with abso-fucking-nothing. I sighed and finished off about the third coffee I've had since I've been here. I'm surprized I don't have to piss yet. Seems like my bladder is larger than my brain. <BR><BR>I should stick to what I know best, music. Even though my voice sucks harder than a whore on crack, I should practice a bit. People payed for tonights show, I should try to keep them entertained. I opened up my media library and picked a Fall Out Boy song to sing along to. <BR><SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic">"She said she's no good with words, but I'm worse. Bearly studdered a 'joke of a romantic' or stuck to my tounge." </SPAN><BR>I licked my first finger like in the video as I sang softly under my breath. Licking my finger was Pete's idea. I wasn't comfortable with it at first, but hell, sometimes it's fun to <SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic">try</SPAN> and be sexy. <BR><BR></FONT><FONT color=#000099><SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic">"Weighed down with words too overdramatic, tonight it's 'It can't get much worse' vs. no one should ever feel like...<BR>I'm two quarters and a heart down, and I don't want to forget how your voice sounds. These words are all I have, so I'll write them. So you need them just to get by..."</SPAN><BR>I whispered to myself even softer. I don't want any attention right now. <BR><BR></FONT><FONT color=#000099><SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic">"We're going into D-Minor.<BR>Dance, Dance, we're falling apart to halftime, dance, dance, and these are the lives you'd love to lead, dance. This is the way they'd love if they knew how misery loved me."</SPAN><BR>I decided to let Dance, Dance play on my laptop for Joe's solo thing. <BR>That was finished, and it was time for my horrible voice to come in again. <BR><BR></FONT><FONT color=#000099><SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic">"You always fold just before you've found out. Drink up, it's last call, last resort. But only the first mistake, and...<BR>I'm two quarters and a heart down, and I don't want to forget how your voice sounds, these words are all I have, so I'll write them, so you need them just to get by.</SPAN><BR>Wh-"<BR>I was cut off from my singing by another voice chiming in. I turned around to see Adalia walking forward with a smile. I paused the song and just watched her walk towards me. I watched in total awe. She's so beautiful. Her deep red hair was wavy and bouncing off of her shoulders with every step she took closer to me. Her lovely teeth were a stunning white in contrast to her pale skin, intense green eyes and deep deep red hair. It's scary how beautiful she is. It's like this terror I have when I look in her eyes that I'm not worthy to stand near her. Next to me, I probably dim her beauty. It's like a gourmet dish, sitting next to a greasy taco. There's no comparison at all. Even though Iike tacos. Just when I thought she was as beautiful as she could look, she broke her own record by laughing. That fantastic laugh, it sounds like an angels harp or something. Fuck. I need serious help. I'm so pathetic it's not even funny. <BR><BR>"Well, arn't you going to finish the song, Patrick?" She asked in the most sweetist voice. <BR><BR>"I uh... I really wasn't expecting... and the song isn't even... this..." Shit. I felt like crawling under a rock. Here she is, finally. And all I can manage to do is studder. Pathetic Patrick. Pathetic should be my middle name. <BR><BR>She laughed again, and threw her head back, causing a few strands of her hair to go behind her shoulder. Fuck. Stop the torture! This might be a little less painful if she wasn't MARRIED. But the fact that she's married, beautiful AND totally out of my league just makes me want to run back home and lock myself in my room. Where the only woman I'll let in, is Mrs. Butterworths. <BR><BR>"Aw come on, Pádraig. Your voice always manages to out a smile on my face. I remember the day Infinity On High came out, I just about ran to the store. I missed hearing your voice sing something new."<BR><BR>I could feel my cheeks blushing, so I looked to the floor. Her lips moved in a way that made her absolutly damn hot.<BR><BR>"Patrick?" She asked. Looking at her and hearing her talk made me think of Romeo and Juliet. Aw fuck. What is that one line? Something like... <BR><BR>"She speaks. O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a wingèd messenger of heaven Unto the white, upturnèd, wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-puffing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air."<BR>Adalia developed a grin. <BR>"O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name. Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet." She recited beautifully. I SO wish I could remember the rest accuratly. It's been so long since I read or saw that play. <BR>I coughed nervously. <BR>"Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?" <BR>"'Tis but thy name that is my enemy. Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other word would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name, which is no part of thee Take all myself." She said taking a bow. <BR>Fuck! I SO don't remember what Romeo says next. <BR>She gave me a confused face. I answered her by telling her that I couldn't remember the rest of Romeo's lines. <BR><BR>"Aw. It's fine Patrick. You're a musician, not a Shakespearean actor. You have more important things to worry about. Such as making those gorgeous pipes even more perfect than they already are." She said motioning towards my throat. <BR><BR><BR><SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic">"Why don't you show me the little bit of spine, you've been saving for his mattress..."</SPAN> <BR>She sang, almost in a whisper as she slowly crept closer to me. <BR><BR>I half smiled. This may be the wrong move, but I decided to take her lead and motion a heart in the air, just like in the video. <BR><BR><SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic">"Love..."</SPAN> I sang while I made the heart, she surprized me by also doing the heart. <BR><BR>She giggled. <BR><BR>"I've always wanted to do that with you." She admitted. <BR><BR>"What? Make a heart in the air?" I asked. <BR><BR>She nodded. "Yeah. That's one of my favorite videos."<BR><BR>I smiled. "Can I ask why?" <BR><BR>Her cheeks tinted red. It's kind of a relief. She's not entirely perfect. It seems like it, and now I feel less intimidated. Not by much though, she's still unbelievably beautiful. <BR><BR>"Well," She looked down at the floor, hinting another beautiful smile. <BR><BR>"Can you like... not look at me when I say this? In all honesty, I can't believe I'm about to tell you this, but I may as well. Time to be a big girl now." <BR><BR>"Ha... okay then." I slowly turned around and waited for her answer to my question.<BR><BR>"The thing is, you were always my favorite member in Fall Out Boy. I remember being so excited to see another video from you guys. The thing is, when the nerd version of you went up to ask those girls to dance, I wished it was me you were asking to dance. " <BR><BR>The expression on my face was a neutral between extreme joy, and pure confusion. I'm not very keen on my ability to pick up on if a girl is hitting on me, but in my mind, this is what it would feel like. I'm not stupid though, I'm not going to ask her. Maybe I'm just being suspicious, maybe this is just wishful thinking on my part. I want her to hit on me. I want her to take an intrest in me. But maybe "wishful thinking" is all it can ever be. Plus, on top of all my insecurities, right at the top of the current pile of crap that is my life, she's fucking married. MARRIED! As in <BR><BR><SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">This will <SPAN style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline">never</SPAN> happen stupid. Stop wishing it would.</SPAN></SPAN><BR><BR>She's talking to you as a friend, so be a godamned friend, Patrick. That's all she'll ever be to you. Just a friend. Deal with it.<BR><BR>I laughed nervously. <BR><BR>"Oh! Silly me, you can turn around now." She said happily. <BR><BR><BR>"Ha. Anymore time with me turned around, and I may have started to that you were enjoying the view or something." I said nervously. FUCK! Married woman, Patrick. MARRIED! Not to mention totally out of your leauge. <BR><BR>"Aw. Careful now Patrick. I might start to fall for you." She said slyly. <BR><BR>It's kind of hard to tell if she's TRYING to make me uncomfortable. I mean, don't get me wrong. I love a woman who is confident in herself, might even out my insecurities. But, it seems like she's being so sexy, and I'm not sure if it's because she can sence that I'm uncomfortable with her being so beautiful, or if this is just the way she acts.<BR><BR>I smiled at her. <BR><BR>"Would that be an entirely bad thing?" I asked while I lifted my eyebrow. <BR><BR>She grinned. <BR><BR>"It's only a bad thing if-"<BR><BR>She was cut off by her cell phone ringing. <BR><BR>"Damn it. Can you excuse me for a minute?" She asked while she looked at her caller id.<BR><BR>"Of course."<BR><BR>She smiled gratefully and answered her cell. <BR><BR>I'm glad someone called her. It was only a matter of time until I said something stupid, this way, I can delay my embarrasing moment just a little bit longer. <BR><BR><BR>"Mmhm... yes... well... no... I'm kind of... I'm kind of in the middle of something... I understand I'm the tour manager... Look! I'm there all damn day, then you decide to complain to me when i'm NOT around?! Aedan, just..." She sighed. <BR><BR>Part of me was happy that Aedan and Adalia were having an agrument, but the other part of me was sad about it. I really don't want to see her unhappy. I guess she's married to Aedan for a reason... Love... I guess. <BR>I shuddered at the thought of Adalia loving someone like Aedan. <BR><BR><BR>"Aedan... Aedan please! Just calm the... Ugh! Let me talk you stupid ass! How the... ugh! How do you expect me to... FINE! Calm the FUCK down! I'll be there in a minute... yes! He's here... NO! You can't talk to him! Because I said so... None of your business! Fine.. Deal with it until I get there. WHENEVER THE HELL I FEEL LIKE IT! Ugh! Fuck off." <BR>She said angrily shutting her phone. <BR><BR>She exhaled and sat down angrily on a nearby stool. I'm honestly not sure what I should do now. I mean... I want to ask her what that phone call was about... Call me vain, but I have a feeling that phone call had something to do with me. <BR><BR>I opened my mouth to talk, but Adalia beat me to talking. <BR><BR>"I'm sorry Patrick. You shouldn't have... you didn't need to see me freak out like that." She said burying her lovely face in her smooth hands. <BR><BR>I frowned at her apologizing to me. Honestly, it's kind of a let down that she thinks she has to apologize to me. <BR><BR>"You don't have to apologize to me, Adalia... You didn't do anything." I said as I sat in the stool next to her. <BR><BR>"I shouldn't have freaked out like that in front of you. We bearly know each other, and here I am cussing in front of you and just making a scene."<BR><BR>I half smiled. "Everyone gets angry, it just proves you're human."<BR><BR>She looked up at me, her bangs covering her flawless eyes. <BR><BR>"Human? Of course I'm human." She let out a chuckle and flipped her bangs back. Fuck she is SO beautiful!<BR><BR>"It's not like I'm perfect or anything. Unlike SOMEONE's vocal ability." She said punching my arm lightly. <BR><BR>Damn it. Perfect doesn't even begin to describe her. She's like... a deer. They're beautiful, but they won't let you admire them. You have to do it in secret, otherwise they'll run away. <BR><BR>"Psh. Lets hope you're talking about Prince. You sure as hell can't be talking about my vocals."<BR><BR>She smiled. <BR><BR>"Prince! That's why I came here. I want to see how Chicago boys dance to Prince." She said hopping off of the stool. <BR><BR>I could feel my face burning again. <BR><BR>"M-me? N-no way. I was just kidding... I can't dance." <BR><BR>"What? Are you serious? There is something Patrick Stump CAN'T do?! I'm shocked!"<BR><BR>I laughed. <BR><BR>"There's plenty I can't do."<BR><BR>"Such as?" She asked as she lifted her eyebrow. <BR><BR>"I can't um... OH! I can't DANCE!" <BR><BR>She rolled her eyes with a smile and grabbed on to my wrist. I could swear my heart was going to burst out of my chest at her touch. <BR>She pulled me closer to my laptop, and put in a cd. <BR><BR>Little Red Corvette began to play as she started to swivel her hips. If I didn't keep my mouth shut, I'm pretty sure I would have drowned the entire Starbucks with my own drool. <BR><BR>"All you have to do is move along to the music. You have to feel it." She said taking my left hand and placing it on her hip bone. <BR><BR>My heart beat sped up even more at this. Fuck! I'm being such a dork! <BR><BR>"Come on now, Patrick. I know you can do better than that. Hold me like the world is ending. Like this is your last minute on earth." She whispered into my ear. <BR><BR>Something in my brain snapped. I put both of my hands on her hips and pulled her closer to me. <BR><BR>"Patrick... hold me close to you. Hold me close..." She whispered. The warmth of her breath tickled my neck. <BR><BR>"Adalia..."<BR><BR>"Patrick..." She started to take nibbles at my neck. <BR><BR>A small moan escaped my mouth at the sensation of her teeth against my flesh. <BR><BR>"I know all about how you feel about me. Truth is, I feel the same way. Patrick..." Her soft lips moved to my cheek, then finally reached my lips. <BR><BR>Damn it they were so soft. Her hands started to rub my back as the kiss intensified. <BR><BR>I lifted her up into my arms, and she moaned into my mouth. <BR><BR>"Patrick..."<BR><BR>Her phone began to ring.<BR><BR>"Patrick... Patrick?"<BR><BR>"Patrick!"<BR><BR>My eyes widened to see Adalia sitting next to me, looking at me like I was crazy. <BR><BR>"Patrick? Can you excuse me for a minute? I think it's Aedan calling. Probably about the Tour and how I'm not there to baby everyone." <BR><BR>My hands were shaking. It was a damn daydream! <BR><BR>"Uh... yeah... g-go right ahead..." <BR><BR>She smiled. <BR><BR>"Thanks Patrick. You're the best." She said as she twisted my hat. <BR><BR>"Hello? Yeah... Oh. Yeah... he's here with me... Alrighty. We'll be there in a few."<BR>She hung up her phone and placed it in her pocked. <BR><BR>"I'm going to have to take a raincheck on the Prince Standoff. We need to get you to Hair and Makeup, and I have to go make sure Aedan doesn't blow down the stadium." <BR><BR>I sighed. <BR><BR>"Alright. I guess it's time to go be a... rock star?"<BR><BR>She grinned. <BR><BR>"Yup! Time to go put on a show like only you can! I'm looking forward to it!"<BR><BR>I smiled. Outside I look perfectly happy. <BR><BR>Inside,<BR><BR><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic">I'm breaking apart.</SPAN></SPAN><BR></FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT color=#000099><STRONG>OMG! An UPDATE?! No FUCKING WAY! LoL. Yes ladies and gents. I AM still working on these. The Gerard one is coming along nicely. I'll give you a preview. </STRONG></FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><STRONG><FONT color=#000099><U><STRIKE>"What about you, Mikey? Would you ever get a nipple peircing?" Frank asked. </STRIKE></U></FONT></STRONG></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT color=#000099><STRONG>Lol. Okay then. That'll be along shortly. Thanks for reading. </STRONG></FONT></DIV>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Wishing To Be The Friction In Your Jeans, You Start Shaking At The Thought Chapter 2]]></title>
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	      <description><![CDATA[<H2>I'm Just Asking You To Hear Me, Could You Please?</H2>
<DIV id=text-content><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><SPAN style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline">~*Evelynn’s point of view*~</SPAN></SPAN><BR><BR>Why would Adam like me? I mean…unless Adam told Adeline something. I’m pretty sure he would tell me something. I’ve known Adam for a long time now. I met him seven years ago at a concert in London. Funny how we met…I bumped into him while heading to the bathroom and I was in a hurry that I tripped and fell on top of him. He though it was funny and I remember him saying <BR><BR>“Oh, I guess dreams do come true!” <BR><BR><BR>Ha ha. But, in the end it all worked out very well. I’m very happy to met Adam…he’s such a great guy and he’s always there when I need him. Sometimes I feel like he really gets me, but then other times he’s just being Adam. Heh he I guess you could say not everyone knows what happens in Adam’s world. Adam….woah! Wait what am I saying? Eh! I already have a boyfriend and his name is…..ugh. UGH! I can’t even think of his name! Why is Adam in my head? I guess Adeline’s words are getting to me. <BR><BR><BR>“Hey…Evelynn? Evelynn what are you thinking about? AADDAAMM? Mr. Adam Lazzara!” <BR><BR>Adeline joked as she laughed but she gave out a snort noise, from laughing to hard. She stopped her laughing in that instant. I laughed at her and soon after that she hit me on the arm. <BR><BR><BR>“Ouch! What was that for?” <BR><BR><BR>I said rubbing my and lightly laughing. <BR><BR>“You’re very lucky to have a great guy like Adam. I’m telling Evelynn that he really likes you.” <BR><BR>She said opening the backstage door. <BR><BR>“And I can prove it you Eve! Watch I’ll point out all t he little signs he gives you and how you're too stupid to notice his attempts.” <BR><BR>I laughed a little at the thought of Adeline going through a day and just pointing out these supposed signs that Adam is giving me. I’m pretty sure I would be able to tell if he was giving me signs... maybe not. I was the girl in high that was a bit slow in relationships and stuff like that. <BR><BR><BR>“OK Adeline but I still think that your looking into something that’s not there. Adam doesn't’t like me the way you think he does.” <BR><BR><BR>“Whatever you dumbass he likes you! You just can't see it!” <BR>She said as we both walked in the back door of Madison Square Garden. <BR><BR><BR>“WE’RE HERE!” <BR><BR>Adeline yelled out. The sound of her voice echoed throughout the whole room. <BR><BR>“Shh! They could be in the middle of something important.”<BR><BR>“Like what? During their interviews they mess around. Then on stage they act stupid until the last thirty minutes or so before they go on stage. Not a lot of excitement from Taking back Sunday.” <BR><BR><BR>She said as she arch her eyebrows and then shrugged her shoulders. I guess she's right Taking back Sunday is pretty spastic. Most of the time they are sitting around trying to find something to do and end up breaking things. They broke one of their own lights last time from kicking a big ball around the stage. Either way, they’ve always been my favorite band. <BR><BR>“EVELYNN!” <BR><BR><BR>I looked around for the owner of the high pitch<FONT color=#330033>&nbsp;tone</FONT> that that said my name. Soon I felt two arms wrap around my waist, followed by a warm body close to mine. <BR><BR><BR>“Evelynn you made it! Did you get my&nbsp;<FONT color=#330033>phone</FONT> calls? I called you? Do you have your phone? Does it work? I’m so happy you’re here now!” <BR><BR><BR>I turned and looked as Adam’s worried but happy face as he laid his head on top of mine. Then I looked at Adeline’s face which had a hug grin on it. Soon she giggled and it became a hard laugh. But I can't see why. Adam does things like this all the time. I mean... it took me a while to come around to his ways and how he… he is Adam. I looked him over. He was dressed in his outfit for tonight and he smelled really good. But soon after the show he’ll be all full of sweat. <BR><BR>“I got your phone calls and Adam…. I was just busy.” <BR>I said getting lose from Adam’s arms. <BR><BR><BR>“But, I did bring the light weight microphone like you asked!” <BR>I said as I pulled the microphone from inside of my MCR bag. I held it out to him and smiled big. He took it, but with a sad face. I couldn't’t put my finger on it but something didn’t seem right. <BR><BR>“Thank you Eve, but what took you so long to get here? You’re not that far and I wanted you to be in the interviews with me…” <BR><BR>Adeline’s laughing interrupted Adam and we both looked at her. <BR><BR><BR>“S-sorry! It’s just…AH! You’re such an idiot Eve! I swear! But OK continue! Ha ha!” <BR><BR>“Heh heh, so where were you Eve?” <BR>Adam asked with a happy voice. <BR><BR><BR>“Well ugh…” <BR>What should I say? I mean I can’t tell him I was with my boyfriend cause then he’ll ask questions. Since the last time they met wasn’t so pleasant. Shit! Ah! That’s it shit! I will tell him I was constipated! <BR><BR>“I was-” <BR><BR><BR>“I was helping her with her eyeliner. You remember last time she was having trouble? She came to the concert with one eye heavily with eyeliner and the other red due to her poking it. You made it worst Adam cause you kept staring at it like it was a bomb waiting to explode.” <BR>The three of us laughed at a ONE TIME thing. But I was happy Adeline said something. I mean, it was a lot better than my excuse. <BR><BR><BR>“Ha ha! Yeah you’re right Adeline! Eve’s eyeliner does look good today. That’s my Eve! Well I’m going to catch up with the other guys and see what’s going on with the concert. Erick Valentine, our producer, said something about a delay due to Matt having trouble with his bass and the horrible fact that he only brought that one single bass guitar. Heh heh. I see you two later OK?” <BR><BR>Adam waved at us and began to swing his microphone around as he walked away. Adeline and I watched in anticipation, to our expectations, we noticed him trip over a wire as his microphone swung into a light stand. He turned back to us, laughed and ran away. <BR>Silly Adam. I turned to Adeline and in a second the same huge grin from earlier dawned her face once more. I’m still confused on why she’s grinning but I guess I should just smile back. I wanted to question her but in the end I’d rather not know the answer. <BR><BR><BR>“See Eve? I told you he liked you….” <BR>She was beginning to talk when a moving object from behind caught my eye. I focused closely on the body and it was none other than Patrick Stump himself. Heh heh. He must be here with Pete. This means that more than likely, My Chemical Romance is here too. I should tell Adeline. Wow Patrick looks so lost right now. He made eye contact with me then smiled and waved giddily. <BR><BR><BR>“Didn’t you notice how fast Adam came up and wrapped his arms around you? I could tell he didn’t want to let go.” <BR>I waved back at Patrick and that caught Adeline’s attention. <BR><BR>“Who are you waving at Eve? Adam is already gone.” She said with a smirk. <BR><BR>“Oh, Patrick is here.” <BR>She was about to turn around but she didn’t. <BR><BR><BR>“Quit trying to change the subject! You know Adam likes you!” <BR>I could see Patrick coming towards us. I should tell her but she wont shut up long enough for me <SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic">to</SPAN> tell her. <BR><BR><BR>“I’m right Eve! He likes yo-” <BR><BR>“Hey Eve!” <BR><BR>Patrick walked up and gave me a small hug and smile. I turned to Adeline’s bright red face, her insane embarrassment very obvious. I should leave her here with him. Heh heh, besides this Adam thing is giving me a headache. I need to go and think. Just how do I leave these two alone?<BR><BR></DIV>
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<DIV><STRONG>Heyo special peeps? Becca speaking. How did you guys like this update? I wish I could take credit for this chapter, but this was written entirely by my Co-Writer and best friend, Jessica. She's got such a creative mind. She thinks of stuff I would never think of, she writes at a level where I cannot, and she dares to cross the lines that I refuse to. Anyways, enough gushing about her. Tell me your thoughts, she'd LOVE to hear them. </STRONG></DIV>
<P><STRONG>Peace out, you crazy mo-fo's. </STRONG></P>
<P><STRONG>-Becca</STRONG></P>
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		  		  	<category>fall out boy</category>
		  		  	<category>patrick stump</category>
		  		  	<category>taking back sunday</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>mcrmyxobeccaxo</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-05-23T19:26:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Wishing To Be The Friction In Your Jeans, You Start Shaking At The Thought]]></title>
	      <link>http://mcrmyxobeccaxo.buzznet.com/user/journal/2387381/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<H2><FONT color=#cc0000>~*It Gets So Bad, You Almost Pick Up The Phone*~</FONT></H2>
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<P>Written By: Becca</P>
<DIV><FONT color=#333333><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><SPAN style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline">~*Adeline's Point Of View*~</SPAN></SPAN><BR><BR>"Hurry Up, Eve! We're going to be late for the concert! Adam called four times already! That's two calls past desperate!" <BR>After years of being friends with Evelynn, I would think that about an hour of prep time before we go anywhere would be something anticipated rather then being shocked with. Perhaps I'm being too judgmental. Eve isn't exactly the picture of vanity, it could be just her dumbass "boyfriend" questioning every single piece of clothes she pulls out of her closet. <BR><BR>'This is too revealing, this looks like something my grandma would wear.' Ugh! He's never satisfied! <BR><BR>Maybe I should go and check on her, she could be having problems with her eyeliner again. Last time she nearly poked out her eye. <BR><BR>I slumped to her bathroom and called out to her. <BR><BR>"Eve! Hurry the hell up! The first band goes on in about-"<BR><BR>My words, along with my body froze mid-sentence at the sight. Eve was looking at her boyfriend with a strange mixture of fear and rage in her eyes. She looked over to me, still frozen at the door with another emotion in her eyes. This one looked something like being upset. <BR><BR>"I'm done here, lets go, Adeline." Eve said grabbing her bag and walking past me.<BR><BR>I sighed and rolled my eyes at her boyfriend, Sebastian. <BR><BR>"You really know how to screw things up, don't you Seb?" I asked him as I grabbed Evelynn's keys. Once outside, I saw Eve waiting at the car. I gave her a worried face but she responded with a cheesy grin and an overeager wave. <BR><BR>"Come on, Adeline! You said Adam called four times. I forget, is that three, or two times past desperate?"<BR>I grinned.<BR><BR>"Two calls. Two miserable calls past desperate." I said as I opened the car door and hopped in the drivers seat. Normally I would let her drive, because she drives faster, but she needs to call back Adam. <BR><BR>"Eve, we've got about two hours before the concert so I'm going to floor it." I said starting the car. <BR><BR>"It's only fifteen minutes away, Adeline." I looked over to her, and as expected, she smacked my head. <BR><BR>"Ow! Damn it Evelynn! You're so damn violent!" I said rubbing the place where she had hit me. She rolled her eyes and laughed. <BR><BR>"You're such a drama queen." I groaned and reversed the car out of the driveway. <BR><BR>"Do you want to get something to eat before the concert?" I asked as we drove away from the house. <BR><BR>"Nah, lets just go help set up or something. We're getting there two hours early, we might as well help."<BR><BR>I smiled. "Okay then, Miss Evelynn. Straight to the garden it is. Oh! You should call Adam back and tell him we're on our way before he does something... Adam-like." <BR>We both laughed and pressed on. <BR><BR>It's so amazing to think that Taking Back Sunday is playing Madison Square Garden, only this time, it's their own concert. <BR>I looked over to Eve who was just staring out the window. The awkward silence was broken by a familiar tune. <BR><BR>"Eve! Is that Smother Me? That one song by The Used?" I asked. <BR><BR>She nodded "I love The Used" <BR>She took her <NOBR>pphone</NOBR> out of her pocket, and on the front screen, was a picture of her and Adam smiling. <BR><BR>"He's calling?" I asked. <BR><BR>She nodded and put the phone back in her pocket, muffling the song. <BR><BR>"What the hell?! You're not going to answer it?" <BR>She looked over to me. <BR><BR>"Nah, Adam is easier to make fun of when he's nervous and spastic."<BR><BR>"But that's like... everyday Adam..."<BR><BR>"Mmhm. Just add about 2,000 and you've got a valid preview of the Adam at MSG right now."<BR>I groaned. <BR><BR>"That's gonna be interesting."<BR><BR>We came to a red light and I started to beat a tune on the steering wheel. Eve made a sound indicating that I was annoying her. <BR><BR>"Addie! Seriously! Stop!" She said as she clenched her fist. <BR><BR>I grinned. <BR><BR>"Evelynn.... I think he likes you..."<BR><BR>Her face hinted confusion. <BR><BR>"What the hell is this, High School. Come on, Adeline. Grow up."<BR><BR>My grin widened. <BR><BR>"He likes yoooooouuuuuu." I sang. <BR><BR>"WHO?!"<BR><BR>"You know very well who I'm talking about! Adam you dumbass!"<BR><BR>Eve made a confused face and started to laugh. <BR><BR>"I'd normally listen to you, but in relationships your opinion is as good as asking my grandma." <BR><BR>My eyes widened. <BR><BR>"And what is that supposed to mean?" I asked as I accelerated the car. <BR><BR>"The day you grow some balls and talk to Patrick without giggling like a little girl is the day you can give me relationship advice."<BR>I gasped. <BR><BR>"No fair, Evelynn! It's Patrick Freaking Stump! You can't just TALK to Patrick Stump!"<BR><BR>She laughed. <BR><BR>"Oh Patrick. Oooooooh Patrick! Patttrriiiccckkkk you're SOOOO adorableeee. Patriccckkkkk Stumpppppppppppp." She said mocking me. <BR>I reached over and hit her arm. <BR><BR>Ten minutes away from The Garden and Smother Me rang from Eve's phone again.<BR><BR>"You broad! Adam is probably pulling his hair out by now!"<BR><BR>She lifted her eyebrow. <BR><BR>"Really now?"<BR><BR>I hit her again.<BR><BR>"What is wrong with you? He totally likes you! SIX phone calls! Three calls past desperate! And if you notice, every time he calls, he asks if YOU'RE on your way! Open your eyes!" <BR>She looked at me and sighed. <BR><BR>"He's asking for me because I have his lightweight microphone for his microphone tricks... see?"<BR><BR>My face went blank as she pulled out a small microphone from her bag. <BR><BR>I kept quiet. <BR>Lightweight microphone or not, Adam Lazzara likes her. It's a lot more than a lightweight microphone he wants...<BR><BR><BR><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><SPAN style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline">~*In Evelynn's Point Of View*~</SPAN></SPAN><BR><BR>Sensitive! Adeline has always been so sensitive! Even in high school, she couldn't stand being wrong. Judging by her face and by the mumbling noises she's making, I'm pretty sure she's not going to talk to me until we get to the stadium. I rolled my eyes. <BR><BR>"Look, Adeline... I'm sorry..."<BR><BR>She lowered her eyebrows. <BR><BR>"I don't need a half ass apology, Eve. If you're going to-"<BR><BR>She was interrupted by my phone ringing again. <BR><BR>Oh Adam. Pleas stop calling me. I'd just end up sounding stupid. I don't know what to say to him. Plus, he'd just question my relationship with Sebastian. Hell, I question it myself. <BR><BR>"We're here, Slut. Get the hell out." She said taking the keys out of the ignition. <BR><BR>I smirked. That didn't take long. <BR><BR>I walked alongside my friend until she spontaneously jumped on my back. <BR><BR>"Hurry the hell up! Your HUSBAND is waiting for you!" <BR><BR>I groaned and forced her off of me. <BR><BR>"Husband? All those blows to the head must be getting to you, I'm not married."<BR><BR>"Fine, SECRET LOVER THEN! ADAM LAZZARA!" She said as she jumped around, making childish kissy noises. <BR><BR>I groaned at her antics.<BR><BR>"Seriously, Adeline. You're worse than Adam." I said clenching my purse and walking towards the back entrance. <BR><BR>"Ha! Worse than your BOYFRIEND!" She said as she skipped closer to the door, giggling like a little girl. <BR><BR>"Calm down, Adeline. Patrick isn't anywhere around."<BR><BR>She stopped skipping and shot me a glare. <BR><BR>I laughed.<BR><BR>"Shut up then, smartass."<BR><BR>She stuck out her tongue at me and went inside. <BR><BR>I guess some part of me Heard what Adeline had to say. It just doesn't make any sense....<BR><BR>Why would Adam like me? </FONT></DIV>
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<P><FONT color=#333333><STRONG>I presume most of you are CONFUSED AS HELl! Allow me to explain. One of my BEST friends, Jessica LOVES Taking Back Sunday and has a little thing for Adam Lazzara. She was telling me</STRONG></FONT></P>
<P><FONT color=#333333><STRONG>"DUDE! You totally have to write an Adam Lazzara story." </STRONG></FONT></P>
<P><STRONG><FONT color=#333333>I'm like </FONT></STRONG></P>
<P><STRONG><FONT color=#333333>"I don't know nearly enough about TBS to write a story based on their lead singer. I'd come off looking stupid and hopeful."</FONT></STRONG></P>
<P><STRONG><FONT color=#333333>She says "But you write SO well! C'mon! If you won't write it on your own, we should Co-Write one."</FONT></STRONG></P>
<P><STRONG><FONT color=#333333>I don't work too well with others when it comes to writing (I tend to step on toes) so I warned her about how picky I am when I write. She begged me to write it with her (I have no earthly idea why, my writing is shit.) So here it is, New Story written by yours truly, and her best friend. </FONT></STRONG></P>
<P><FONT color=#333333><STRONG>Anyywaayyss, this doesn't mean my other storys won't get updated. (Hell no! You people are crazy! xD) My creations will always come first seeing as how much&nbsp;time I spend on them&nbsp;perfecting what needs HOURS&nbsp;of&nbsp;it. And for you people wondering why I have&nbsp;NOT&nbsp;updated in SUCH a long time. Patience is a virtue, good things come to those who wait. I'm just making sure it comes out EXACTLY the way I want it to. Remeber folks, I'm crazy and extremly picky. Thanks for understanding and not running away in terror. For those of you who have read this far, your cookie is coming in the mail. Peace you crazy mo-fo's</STRONG></FONT></P>
<P><STRONG><FONT color=#333333>-Becca</FONT></STRONG></P>
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		  		  	<category>adam lazzara</category>
		  		  	<category>fall out boy</category>
		  		  	<category>patrick stump</category>
		  		  	<category>taking back sunday</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>mcrmyxobeccaxo</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-05-20T19:33:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Heyo My Buzznet Friends!]]></title>
	      <link>http://mcrmyxobeccaxo.buzznet.com/user/journal/2302781/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P><FONT color=#990000>Sunday, 5-4-08</FONT></P>
<P><FONT color=#990000>1:31 pm</FONT></P>
<P><STRIKE><FONT color=#990000>Current Music: Clothes Off. (Featuring Patrick Stump)</FONT></STRIKE></P>
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<P><FONT color=#990000>This is Becca speaking... or rather, writing. How is everyone? Good I hope. I was cleaning my room, when I noticed my computer was on, and I was like "What the hell, I think I'll write a blog!" So, here I am, realizing this song promotes having casual sex. LoL, how much more uplifting can you get? xD</FONT></P>
<P><FONT color=#990000>So, I was thinking about going back to my old ways of being a vegitarian. For those of you who don't know, yeah, I used to be a vegitarian. I remember it so well, I was around 6 years old, and I was eating some ribs one day and realizing, they wern't called "ribs" just for lack of a name. I realized that I was eating a once living creature. That this animal I was eating, once had a life, possibly a family, and because I was a human being, I was "supposed" to eat it. My family said "God made the animals for us to eat them." Growing up, I was raised to follow the way of the Bible. So I figured I was doing what I was supposed to do. But as I continued eating these ribs, I imagined my own ribs being pulled out of me. I thought to myself, what if Human beings were not on the top of the food chain, would some other creature eat us because we were the lesser animal? Would we die to feed someone else? I looked into the way the animals were being treated. I figured, maybe they're being treated okay. That's when I found the brutal world of slauter houses, I realized these animals were being treated like shit. (Of course, I was only 6 so I didn't say shit.) I turned to my cousins for help on finding out what I could not. (Remember her people, I was only 6 and reading wasn't my strong point. It's not like I could have picked up an encylopedia or a newspaper article and fully understand it.) They told me that the animals were sometimes alive when they were slaughtered. So they had to live through the ripping out of their insides and the cutting off of their limbs. So, I announced to my parents that I wanted to become a vegitarian. They were supportive of my decision. I stayed off of meats until I was 9 and completly forgot. After that, keeping up with not eating meats was a task too hard for such a young child to moderate on her own. My mom would indeed cook me separate meals, but she was somtimes too busy to cook an entirely different meal for me. I was too young to cook for myself, so she had to. I felt bad making my mom do extra work just because I refused to eat meat. So I went back to meats to make it easier on my mother. But now, I'm much older and know how to use a stove. I'm honestly thinking about going back to being a vegitarian. I'm going to give myself two weeks to try and CUT back on meats, to see if&nbsp;10 years has made a difference in my will power and my feelings on this issue. I swear, this isn't to guilt you guys, I'm just venting my feelings. If I have any vegetarian readers, please, do you think you can school me in the lifestyle of a vegitarian? Thanks for reading. </FONT></P>
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		  		  	<category>vegetarian lyfestyle</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>mcrmyxobeccaxo</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-05-04T11:24:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Officially Patrick Stump's Birthday.]]></title>
	      <link>http://mcrmyxobeccaxo.buzznet.com/user/journal/2262401/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P><FONT color=#000099>AHHH! It's finally here! Yes, ladies and gentleman, today in Fort Worth Texas, where I reside, the clock says 12:14 AM. Patrick Stump is officially 24 years old. I made a video to celebrate this day (It's the last video I uploaded if you'd like to sneak a peek) I brought this day in by listning to Patrick's cover of a Tom Waits song. It is really beautiful. If you'd like to listen, just head over to </FONT><A href="http://www.patrickstump.com"><FONT color=#000099>www.patrickstump.com</FONT></A><FONT color=#000099> it's in his latest blog entry, just hit play. I swear, his voice is just amazing. It sounds so full and lyrical. Ha, iTunes had BETTER sell this soon. Anyway, Happy Birthday, Patrick. I wish you all the best, all that you deserve, everything beautiful. (Yeah, I'm going to pretend he can hear me. It makes it less of a let down.)<BR></FONT></P>
<P><FONT color=#000099><STRONG><U><STRIKE>-Becca</STRIKE></U></STRONG></FONT></P>]]></description>
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		  		  	<category>patrick stump</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>mcrmyxobeccaxo</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-04-26T22:13:00Z</dc:date>
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