Heartbreak Is Half The Fun, You Bring The Bullets I’ll Bring The Gun

One day, five dino's desided to take over the world. Their names were Mr.Dino,
Mr.CrazyMr. Polkadots Mr.Round and Mr. Blue..
Since they were taking over the world, the superhero's had to save it! Can you guess who helped save the world? Introducing...BATMAN-, SPIDERMAN-, SUPERMAN- AND THE NINJA TURTLES!-.
One day, Mr. Monkeywent up to spiderman. 
"Want some steroids. Mr.Spidey?" the monkey asked.
"Okay!" Spider man said, he took the steroids and this is what happened...

"I'm a steroid, EAT ME!" spider man yelled. Mr. Blue heard this and wanted to taste Spiderman.

"I'm going to wat you!" Mr. Blue yelled.
"Ahh!" Spiderman yelled, but got eatened. ...

Meanwhile...The other dino's were destoring the city and capturing innocent citizens.

   Mr.Crazy took Mr. Hamster, Mr. Sheep, Mr. Whale  and Mr. Giraffe hostiage, while Mr.Dino, Mr.Round and Mr.Polkadots destroyed the city.

     They all desided to plant a Bomb in every building...because there are a lot of buildings, they made the innocent citizens help them plant a bomb in every building.  But before the bombs went off, THE POWERPUFF GIRLS CAME OUT OF NO WHERE TO HELP THE SUPER HERO'S OUT...because the boys were having some difficulty saving the world. 
 
Will the Powerpuff Girls save the world? Or will they fail like the boys?
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Tehe. Like our story?!
This was written by me[[weallneedsomeone]] and Elizabeth [[tellmewhatillneverbe]]
Tehe.
There will be another part, obviously.
**Love--Elizabeth&Sarah.

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Camisado
The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events

This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal

The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal

Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relax
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relapse again

Can’t take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can’t take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back

You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again
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Camisado

As Ryan sat and watched Doniecia’s still body, he happened to notice two things, the I.V and her hospital bed.
“This was no accident, this was a therapeutic chain of events.” Ryan whispered to himself.  Ryan had spent the last 6 days at the hospital, only going home when they kicked him out. His daily routine had caught on. Go to the hospital, wait for her all day, get kicked out, go home, wait till visiting hours started, and go to the hospital. All the doctors and nurses had begun to know Ryan very well.
“Ryan, you have to go home some time.” one of Doniecia’s nurses told him.
“Not until she is up.” Ryan said, not taking his eyes off of Doniecia’s still body.
“Ryan, we don’t even know if Neesha is going to wake up.” the nurse said.
“DON’T SAY THAT!” Ryan screamed standing up with tears in his eyes, “SHE IS GOING TO WAKE UP!”
“Ry…” the nurse tried to comfort him.
“She’s going to wake up…she’s going to wake up…she’s going to wake up…” Ryan said, getting quieter and quieter, slowly sinking to the ground, “right?”
“Yes Ryan, she is going to wake up, I promise.” the nurse said.
“This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor. This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital.” Ryan whispered.
“It’s okay Ry, it’s okay.” the nurse stroked his hair gently.
“GET OFF OF ME!” Ryan screamed, pushing the nurse to the floor.
“Ryan?” the nurse asked in disbelief, she had grown a feeling for him. A feeling that wasn’t good.
“You aren’t Neesha! Only she can do that!” Ryan screamed at her, “I miss her…so much. I miss her touch, her kiss, her hugs.”
“Ryan! She isn’t waking up.” the nurse told him. Ryan gave her a death glare.
“Yes, she is, whether you like it or not.” Ryan hissed at her.
“I’m, I’m gonna go…” the nurse said, pointing the door.
“That would be a smart idea.” Ryan said. Once the nurse was out of the room, Ryan slowly crawled into the bed with Neesha.
“It’s not so pleasant and it’s not so conventional, it sure as hell ain’t normal, but we deal…we deal.” Ryan whispered to Doniecia. Ryan sat there for what seemed like hours. He slowly leaned over and kissed Doniecia’s cold lips, only to find a movement from beneath him. He quickly jumped off the bed.
“Neesha?” Ryan asked. She didn’t move.
“NEESHA?!” Ryan screamed, he noticed her head move the slightest bit.
“Are you okay?!” he asked.
“S-S-sit b-back, re-relax.” Doniecia said, allowing a pin dropping to the ground to drown out her voice. Ryan smiled, she could always make him smile even in the worst situations.
“You can take the kid from the fight, but you can’t take the fight from the kid.” Ryan smiled.
“Sit b-b-back, r-relax –a-a-again.” Doniecia said again.
“I love you so much!” Ryan screamed, jumping on the bed and kissing her passionately.
“Owe…” Doniecia whispered, between Ryan’s kisses.
“Oh, I am so sorry! I love you!” Ryan yelled, being a little less aggressive.
“I-I-I L-Love y-you t-too.” She whispered.
“You’re a regular decorated emergency.” Ryan told her.
“T-thanks.” She said.
“I love you, and always will.” Ryan whispered to her while kissing her on the lips.
“ I love you too.” she whispered back. <33        

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“Stop stalling, make a name for yourself.” Jon bellowed at Katharine.
“I-I-I’m Katharine, but you c-c-can c-call me Ka-ate.” Katharine stuttered, staring at the most handsome man she had ever seen. He had the most gorgeous brown eyes, his hair matching the tone of his eyes perfectly. His hair just past his ears and falling in his face, his scruffy beard making him look sweet and adorable opposed to mean and sketchy.
“Wow, what is wrong with you?!” Jon asked, slightly annoyed at the fact a younger girl that was supposed to be interviewing random people was staring at his…pencil and erasers.
“ex-excuse me?” Kate asked, shocked at what Jon had just ask her.
“Boy…you better put that pen to paper and charm your way out.” Brendon yelled at Jon, “Sorry about him, he’s a little…cranky.”
“It’s okay.” Kate reinsured him, “If you talk, you better walk, you better know how to back your shit up.”
“You are smarter then I thought.” Jon replied.
“Just to an extent.” Kate said, they were starting to grow an attraction to each other. Both completely oblivious Brendon knew.
“Well then, lets get on with the random interview.” Brendon said, while clapping his hands once.
“Do you guys have a band?” Kate asked.
“Yes, it’s called Panic! At The Disco.” Jon answered.
“What position do you guys play?” Kate asked, running with the opportunity.
“I sing and play piano, Jon is a temporary replacement for Brent, who was out bassist, but we are thinking of making Jon permanent. Ryan, is on guitar and Spencer is our little drummer boy.”
“Little drummer boy?” Kate asked, slightly amused.
“Yeah, Brendon goes a little crazy with nicknames.” Jon answered for Brendon.
“I see…” Katharine said, getting interrupted by her cell phone ringing, “Sorry, it could be my dad, I need to answer.”
“That’s fine…” Jon and Brendon said in unison. While Katharine was talking on her phone, she was unaware that Jon was staring at her.
“Jon, are you having a wet dream?” Brendon whispered to Jon.
“What?!” Jon screamed. Katharine spun around, snapping her phone shut.
“Um…what, what?” Katharine asked.
“Jon is having wet dre-” Brendon said, getting cut off by Jon’s hand being placed around his mouth.
“Jon is having nothing, right Brendon?” Jon asked, getting stern at the end. Brendon just nodded his head, obviously not being able to use words.
“Okay…” Kate said, not sure what to think of it.
“So, do you think someone should sign you guys?” Kate asked.
“Yeah, absolutely, that is our dream.” Brendon said after Jon had let go of him.
“Do you think people will like your music?” Kate asked.
“This is all I have to say. Make us it, make us hip, make us scene. Or you can shrug us off your shoulders and don’t approve in a single word we wrote.” Jon said.
“Well, I’ll let the crowd be the judge of that. We have no more time left.” Kate said sadly.
“Oh…” Jon replied with the same enthusiasm.     
“I wonder why people smoke…” Jon asked randomly.
“Because they know it feels good with fire back on their tongue.” Kate replied.
“I also wonder what the weather is like…” Jon asked again.
“Just for the record the weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of A) indifference or B) disinterest in what the critics say.” Kate said.  
“Plus a kiss.” Jon added as he placed his lips on Kate’s.  

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    The Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage-rockismylife

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The Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage

Sit tight, I'm gonna need you to keep time
Come on just snap, snap, snap your fingers for me
Good, good now we're making some progress
Come on just tap, tap, tap your toes to the beat
And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well
Don't you see, I'm the narrator, and this is just the prologue?

Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives

Applause, applause, no wait wait
Dear studio audience, I've an announcement to make:
It seems the artists these days are not who you think
So we'll pick back up on that on another page
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 Elizabeth was trying her hardest to sit still as her friend/secret lover raced around the track. Brendon Urie wasn’t the fastest runner, but he had to do this for gym. He was practically failing and his parents would not approve of that. Everytime he passed her, he smiled just a little bigger.
“Do something! Snap your fingers or something!” Brendon screamed at Elizabeth.
“No!” She screamed back.
“Please? Do it for me!” Brendon screamed, still running around.
Elizabeth groaned because she knew she wouldn’t be able to resist him.
“Fine!” She sighed and started snapping her fingers to “Dance Dance” by Fall Out Boy.
“Much better, I think you are starting to make some real progress.” Brendon said, “How much more time?”
“5 minutes.” Elizabeth called after him. Brendon groaned and continued to run around the track.
“Tap your feet!” Brendon called.
“Okay?” Elizabeth half asked, half stated. She then started tapping her toes to “Seventeen Ain’t So Sweet” by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.
“You remember how we first met?” Brendon called to Elizabeth after he was done running.
“Ha, yeah.” Elizabeth replied, remembering how she first fell in love with him.

It was the first day of Elizabeth and Brendon’s school. They were young and careless. They were at the age were nothing mattered. You could be who you wanted and no one would give a fuck.
Brendon and Elizabeth were from two completely different worlds. Brendon was the more hyper I-do-what-I-want-and-no-one-can-stop-me kid. While Elizabeth was more of the quiet I-keep-to-myself-and-no-one-gets-hurt type if kid. Their two different personalities seemed to make them attract.
Elizabeth was placed in the corner, looking around at all the kids with their parents. Elizabeth came to school by herself because her parents were working and she had no siblings. She was on the verged of crying, she could never deal well with being alone. Thank-fully, Brendon was a hero who helped girls in need.
“What’s wrong? I can help! I’m Spiderman!” Brendon yelled, standing in front of Elizabeth.
“Hi…” Elizabeth said shyly.
“My real name is Brendon…but you aren’t supposed to know my real identity.” Brendon whispered.
“I’m Elizabeth.” Elizabeth said.
“Why are you crying?” Brendon asked.
“I don’t like being alone…” Elizabeth sighed.
“Well! You never will be alone as long as I am here!” Brendon said proudly. From that day, Elizabeth could never stop thinking about her hero.

“Yeah, you are my hero.” Elizabeth said laughing and nudging Brendon in the arm.
“Just you wait, this is just the prologue.” Brendon said.
“Is it?” Elizabeth asked.
“Yes, Yes it is. I am the narrator, didn’t you know that?” Brendon joked.
“No…I didn’t.” Elizabeth laughed.
“Um…Elizabeth, can I tell you something?” Brendon asked, completely changing the atmosphere of the room.
“Yeah, of course, what is it?” Elizabeth asked, ready to die for him.
“I will only tell if you swear to listen…and it will shake things up probably…” Brendon said, staring at his shoe like it was the most interesting thing in the world at that moment.
“I promise.” Elizabeth replied.
“I…I…I love you.” Brendon chocked out, closing his eyes. Elizabeth didn’t say anything. She didn’t know what to say, she was in complete shock.
“I’m so sorry, you must think I want attention because I am young or some-“ Brendon said, getting cut off by Elizabeth’s lips being pressed against his.
“You have no idea how long I have waited to hear that…ever since we first met, I wanted to be your eyes.” Elizabeth spoke softly.
“Trophy boys, trophy wives.” Brendon said in reply to her, “You are my trophy wife, some day.”
“And you are my trophy boy.” Elizabeth replied. They were completely unaware there was another presence that watched them the whole time. The presence started clapping.
“No…wait wait.” The presence said.
“Who said that?!” Elizabeth half screamed. She sure has changes since she was little.
“Your mother.” The presence said.
“What?!” Elizabeth screamed.
“I take it you have an announcement to make.” Elizabeth’s mother said.
“Um…It’s not what you think.” Brendon said, he had always had a fear of Elizabeth’s mother.
“We’ll pick back up on this on another date?” Elizabeth asked her mother. Praying she would let them be together.
“You always said he would shake something up one day.” Her mother said.
“Only if she swears to listen.” Brendon said, kissing Elizabeth on the lips.    

OMFG! THAT WAS AMAZING!
I CAN'T SPEAK OR HEAR.
BUT THAT WAS AMAZING!!!!!!!
Tehe. Gerard shook his ass a lot. It was smexy.
I'm going to start from the beinging..
Me and Ashley waited inline forever to get a sweater. I got one that was grey and had stars all over it and on the side of the hood it says "MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE" and Ashley got one that was black and on the front it was an awesome design and on the back near the ass it said "MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE"
The opening bands were little bit sketchy.
They were okay...but the scremo kind of gave me a headache.
Gerard came in on the gurney. Some people were like "WTF?!" and I was like "OMFG ITS GERARD!!!!" Tehe. I was like a teenie..anyways.
Out section was so fucking lazy, but there was me and Ashley screaming and jumping up and down like maniacs.
Gerard was basiclly staring at me, I was like "HIIIIIIIIII" but he just stared even more! =)
Then he shook his ass some more...=)
There was so much crowd surfing, it wasn't even funny. and there was like , 1 moshing group, it was pathetic. I wasn't even in the mosh pit...but anyways.
The fire was AWESOMEEEEEEEEE.=) *coughcoughPYROcoughcough*
Teheh. Frankie was tired so he put his head on Gerard. It was so adorable. =)
Frankie also was laying over the speaker.
And Gerard stood over him. =)
THE DRUMS ROTATED! AND I WAS SO FASINATED BY IT!!
I was like "OMG THEY DRUMS ROTATE!?!?!?!?" Haha. That just shows you how amuzed I can get by the stupided things.
That was amazing...
I would of got pictures, but my parents took away my camera...and My brother couldn't get a camera from his friend. *pout* Oh well...YOU GUYS WILL HOPEFULLY GET TO SEE IT SOON!
AND HE SAID "FUCK" A LOT!!
AWESOMEEEE CONERTTTTTT
I hope you guys injoy it as much as I did.
**Love--Sarah.

She Didn’t Choose This Role. [One Shot]

As the sun glistened through the dirty windows, Katharine held a gun to her frail head. Her boyfriend holding onto her legs for dear life, for her life. His eyes, blood shot from the crying he was doing. She didn’t have one look of fear on her. This is what she wanted. To make him, happy. Not Jon, she knew Jon was happy, but her father wasn’t. Her father was broken, he could almost never be happy again. Katharine knew that, she knew that if she took her life, he would be happy. She just wanted him to be happy, using a drastic measure or not.
“Please…please Kate, please don’t do this.” Jon begged from his placement on the floor.
“No.” Katharine simply stated.
“Please.” Jon cried.
“No!” Katharine said again, trying to make it more clear for her.
“Please? We could get married.” Jon pleaded.
“Shotgun.” Katharine said.
“Wedding.”
“Shotgun.”
“Wedding.”
Her room was covered in holes. From abuse. Markings of her frail body could be found throughout the house even. She knew it was her fault her dad did this, but she couldn’t figure out with he would want to hurt her. She had always been a good daughter. She guessed she wasn’t good enough. She was standing perfectly straight, while Jon was holding onto her legs. She had no fear of doing this, none at all.
“I deserve to die. All I ever did was cause trouble for my dad. I was good, but I wasn’t good enough. He needs to be happy. Once he is happy, I will be happy. No matter what he has done to me in the past. That was the past and it is the present now. The past doesn’t matter. What matters are the present and the future. I want my father to be happy in the future, even if that means taking my life.” Katharine said.
“What about me? Don’t you care if I am happy?” Jon cried.
“Yes, I do. So much, but I just can’t live with myself knowing my father isn’t happy.” Katharine said.
“Kate, please don’t do this. I love you so much. I don’t just love you. I am in love with you.” Jon begged, trying his hardest to get her to put the gun down.
“Jon, I can’t.” Katharine said.
“PLEASE! JUST PUT THE FUCKING GUN DOWN!” Jon screamed at her.
“I love you Jon, I really, really do. Bye.” Katharine said, letting a little tear escape her eyes. Boom, went the gun.
“NO!” Jon screamed. He stared at the body in disbelief. The blood puddle slowly getting larger. The blood was soaking her body. He curdled up beside Katharine and cried. That’s all he knew. He just cried. Until he placed his eyes upon the gun. He only had one choice. That one choice that would make him be with her, forever. He slowly picked up the gun. He placed it on his head. “I have to do this, I have to be with her.” Jon thought. Boom, went the gun for the second time.

“Jon, Jon…wake up.” Ryan was shaking Jon.
“What?” Jon said groggily.
“I have some bad news…” Ryan said sadly.
“What’s wrong?” Jon shot up instantly.
“Kate committed suicide.”

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Dedicated to the one and only...prettypunkprincess22.

To all the mothers who had a hard and painfully pregnancy,
To all the mothers who had to change dippers and clean up our “messes.”
To all the mothers who had to deal with screaming children,
To all the mothers who had to worry about where we were.
To all the mothers who had to struggle through our rebellion.
To all the mothers who had to put up with our attitudes and constant fighting.
To all the mothers who had no one to go to except us.
To all the mothers who struggled through divorce.
To all the mothers who never stopped loving,
To all the mothers who did everything for us.
To all the mothers who had to work more than one job just to support us.
To all the mothers that we, as children, love very much and will always remember the great you did for us.

How often do you thank your mother a day?
Zero times, once, twice?
I can guarantee the number of times you thank your mother a day does not exceed five.
Am I right?
We take our mothers for granted, but without her, we would be hopeless.
You might not have a mother, but you probably have a father.
Motherly fathers are just as good as mothers.

Take today, and thank your mother for everything she does.
As little as moving over so you could get through a space,
Or as big as granting you bail.
Anything, just thank her and I can guarantee she will smile.

A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.  ~Tenneva Jordan

The moment a child is born, the mother is also born.  She never existed before.  The               woman existed, but the mother, never.  A mother is something absolutely new.  ~Rajneesh

Some mothers are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together.  ~Pearl S. Buck

When you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts.  A mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child.  ~Sophia Loren, Women and Beauty

Any mother could perform the jobs of several air traffic controllers with ease.  ~Lisa Alther

The only mothers it is safe to forget on Mother's Day are the good ones.  ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960

A father may turn his back on his child, brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies, husbands may desert their wives, wives their husbands.  But a mother's love endures through all.  ~Washington Irving

Happy Mother’s Day…&hearts;

--So Bring On The Rain And Bring On...The New Choice--{[7]}

“You know, I think you just tripped me.” Ryan said, breaking the silence that had fallen upon them both.
“That’s the cheesiest thing I have ever heard, Ross.” Ginny said grinning.
“And I know you love it.” Ryan replied.
“And that is where you are wrong…that is where you are wrong.” Ginny replied.
“I am so terribly hurt.” Ryan said, bringing his hand to his heart.
“You are VERY welcome.” Ginny said, patting his hand.
“Dude, that’s low.” Ryan said.
“Dude, I’m not a dude.” Ginny replied, mocking Ryan’s voice.
“Fine, dudette, that’s low.” Ryan replied, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Awe, thank you. I try so hard!” Ginny sang.
“Oh shoot. Look at the time.” Ryan said, starting to get off of the couch, “I am due for a band practice.”
“You’re in a band?!” Ginny asked, stunned.
“Why yes I am…I thought I mentioned something…but I guess not.” Ryan replied, placing his index finger upon his chin.
“I don’t remember anything.” Ginny said, standing up so Ryan wouldn’t have to look down at her.
“Well…I am in a band, it is called Panic! At The Disco, I play guitar, Brendon Urie is the vocalist and he can play pretty much any instrument you hand him, Spencer Smith is my life friend and he plays drums and Brent Wilson is the bassist.” Ryan said in one breathe.
“They all sound awesome. Who writes the lyrics?” Ginny asked.
“Me.” Ryan said.
“Really?!” Ginny shouted.
“Whoa there, calm down. Do you want to come and watch?” Ryan asked, flinging his hands up to try to calm her.
“Really? That would be great!” Ginny shouted.
“Yeah! Then you could meet some of my best friends.” Ryan said.
“Yeah!” Ginny replied.
“Well then, let’s get going.” Ryan said, slipping his shoes on.

“Are you sure they won’t mind?” Ginny asked Ryan, stepping up the steps to the doorway.
“I’m sure. Brendon is hyperactive…and if he had any Red bull, which I can guarantee he did, he will be extremely hyper…, so don’t mind him.” Ryan said, “Spencer is a really cool guy and so is Brent, although he can be annoying sometimes.”
“Okay…I can’t wait to meet Brendon.” Ginny replied sarcastically.
“Ha-ha, yeah.” Ryan replied, bringing his hand up to the door.
“Who’s there??” Someone said in a high girly voice.
“That would be Brendon.” Ryan whispered to Ginny.
“Ahh, okay.” Ginny replied.
“It’s Ryan!” Ryan screamed through the wood.
“RYAN!!!!!!!” Brendon screamed. The door flung open and a boy with almost black hair and almost black eyes seemed to stick to Ryan.
“How many Red bulls did you have?” Ryan asked sighing.
“Tehehe. Oh! Who is this?” Brendon asked, jumping down from Ryan’s arms and playing with Ginny’s hair.
“I’m Ginny.” Ginny said, feeling a little uncomfortable at the current situation.
“I’M BRENDON!” he screamed in her ear.
“Brendon…calm down.” Ryan tried calming the boy.
“OH MY GOD! LOOK! IT’S A FIREFLY!” Brendon screamed, jumping off the porch and chasing the glowing object.
“What the…” Ginny asked, slightly confused.
“We swear he has ADD and ADHD.” Ryan said.
“Oh…okay then?” Ginny replied, not sure of how she was supposed to answer. Brendon soon came flying back up the porch.
“Do you know why fireflies are bright? Maybe it’s because they have a fire inside of them. I guess they get there name because they are a flying fire. Fly fire, fly!! DO you like red bull? I like red bull…I can drink a lot of red bull…red bull is good. I wonder why it’s called red bull? There isn’t a red bull inside of the can…that would be weird if there was one because then when you opened it this giant red bull would come out of nowhere and eat you alive!! That wouldn’t be very nice of the company. They could get sued…then I could be rich! RICH I TELL YOU! RICHH!!!!!!!!” Brendon spoke very fast, making it hard for Ginny to keep up, bur Ryan knew exactly what Brendon was talking about. After all, he did have to deal with him 24/7.
“Whoa.” Was all Ginny could say.
“I know…” Ryan replied, grabbing Ginny’s arm and pulling her inside the house.
“Hey Spencer, hey Brent!” Ryan said.
“Hey! Is this your girlfriend?” A boy with brown hair up to his shoulders asked.
“That is a very valuable question, Spencer.” Ryan said.
“Then who is it?” The other boy said. He had brown hair that was to his shoulders and he was chubbier then the Spencer.
“This is Ginny.” Ryan said.
“Hi.” Ginny said shyly.
“Hi, I’m Brent.” He said.
“And I am Spencer.” Spencer said, waving.
“GINNY!!! CAN YOU COOK?” Brendon screamed through the house.
“If you want me to burn down your house!” Ginny screamed back.
“NO! I AM HUNGRY!!” Brendon screamed.
“SO ORDER CHINESSE!” Ginny screamed back.
“BUT I’VE NEVER DONE THAT BEFORE!!” Brendon continues to scream.
“SO? IT’S REALLY GOOD!!” Ginny screamed.
“OKAY! I WILL TRY IT! IF I DON’T LIKE IT, YOU ARE GOING TO EAT IT ALL!” Brendon screamed, running into the living room and grabbing the phone.
“Yeah…sure…” Ginny said.
“What’s the number?” Brendon asked, jumping around.  Ginny gave Brendon the number and 20 minutes later of small chat, it was there.
“THANK YOU COME AGAIN!!” Brendon said.
“Dude, you need to pay.” The delivery guy said.
“Um…RYAN! DO YOU HAVE MONEY?!?!” Brendon screamed to Ryan who was standing right beside him.
“Yeah. You don’t need to scream.” Ryan said, taking his wallet out of his pocket and handing the guy 20 bucks.
“THANK YOU RYAN!!” Brendon screamed before skipping to the kitchen.
“Is he okay?” The delivery guy asked.
“Yeah...he is just extremely hyper…and keep the change.” Ryan said, closing the door.
“IT SMELLS GOOD!!” Brendon screamed.
“ I know!” Ginny replied.  Everyone filled their plates and sat down in the living room. Brendon was lying down on the floor, Brent was sitting on the arm chair, Spencer was sitting on the coffee table and Ryan and Ginny were sitting on the couch.
“So, do you like it?” Ginny asked Brendon.
“YEAH!” Brendon replied, noodles hanging out of his mouth. To Ginny, he looked like a little kid.
“What about you other boys?” Ginny asked. They all nodded their heads, because if they said something, food would come flying out of their mouths. Ryan was just finishing his 2^nd plate. He stood up to get another plate.
“Wholly…how much do you eat?” Ginny asked Ryan.
“A lot.” Ryan simply stated.
“Oh…what fun.” Ginny said sarcastically.
“Very!” Brent said.
“So…you play bass?” Ginny asked.
“Yeah, it’s so easy. The music these guys give me is way to kindergarten for me.” Brent said. Ginny looked at Brendon and Spencer and they were both rolling their eyes.
“Could you play any song they put in front of you?” Ginny asked.
“Damn straight.” Brent said, taking a bit from his sweet and sour chicken ball.
“You guys are going to play after dinner?” Ginny asked.
“Yeah, we only have 3 songs…but the beats and the lyrics are simply amazing.” Spencer said.
“I can’t wait!” Ginny replied.
“Yeah, we posted the songs on Pete Wentz’s live journal.” Spencer said.
“Oh wow! I can’t wait to hear you guys play!” Ginny said.
“Did you know Ginny’s last name is Wentz?” Ryan suddenly said.
“OH MY GOD!” Brent screamed.
“Calm down…no relation.” Ginny replied.
“Oh…well, shall we play now?” Brent asked, noticing everyone was done their food.
“Yeah! I can’t wait to hear you!!” Ginny said excitedly.

--So Bring On The Rain And Bring On...The Chessy Move-- {[6]}

“There is NO way I am answering that door…” Ginny said.
“Then we won’t, the person will give up eventually. They can’t stay there all day.” Ryan said, still stroking Ginny’s hair.
“Okay…” Ginny replied, please about her tone of voice she let out.
“Oh, and I know you know nobody is going to murder you.” Ryan whispered. Ginny shot her head up.
“How did you know?” Ginny asked, her eyes wide.
“I didn’t.” Ryan replied simply.
“What?!” Ginny screamed.
“Calm down. I was guessing.”Ryan said smiling.
“Oh you…” Ginny replied, now sitting up.
“It doesn’t mean you can’t lean on me.” Ryan replied.
“Meh, it’s okay.” Ginny replied, secretly wishing she could lie back down on his lap. He offered something no one else could. Safety and protection. The way he smelled made Ginny melt inside. Of course, he would never know any of this.
“Are you sure? Some guy might come out and hang us by each other’s trachea.” Ryan said.
“Yes, because that happens every day.” Ginny replied sarcastically.
“Hey, you never know!” Ryan said, trying to sound full of himself.
“Yes Ryan…we all know that a killer would want to shove their hand down our throats, rip our tracheas out and then hang each other by it.” Ginny replied.
“Of course you would know that.” Ryan replied, trying his hardest not to smile.
 “Of course, I mean, I am the number one serial killer.” Ginny said.
“Of course.” Ryan said, well slowly inching towards Ginny. Ryan didn’t know she was completely aware of what he was trying to accomplish.
                They both went back to watching the rest of the movie. Although, Ryan and Ginny weren’t focusing their complete attention towards the movie. Ryan was trying to plan out how he would casually place his arm around her. He was having a long and hard internal fight with his mind. Ginny was trying her hardest not to launch herself on Ryan. She didn’t want to be labeled as something. Ginny truly hates labels and anything else that could split people into social groups. Labels were basically another form of racism for her. Although she would have to admit, she did label some people. She was always labeled as things during her school years. Things that didn’t even make sense. Like slut, whore, emo, nerd, goody-two-shoes, teacher’s pet and more. She always had her body covered up, she wasn’t anything close to a whore or being emo, she hates school with a passion and she always rebelled against her parents and anyone else that placed rules upon her shoulders. She got a 93 in English, and is automatically labeled a teacher’s pet. The world is a screwed up place, that’s all there is to it.
                    Ryan had finally made up his mind of how he would casually place his arm around her. He yawned and then slowly brought his arms out, stretching them and then placing one around her should. Ginny smiled to herself, panic slowly rushing through her veins. What was she supposed to do? Stay like she was? Place her head on his shoulder? Her mind was having trouble keeping up with her panicking stake. Just before Ryan was going to remove his arm from her shoulder, she placed her head on his shoulder. Now it was Ryan’s turn to smile, he had the widest grin you could imagine. Beautiful placed upon his gently created face. Ryan placed his head on her head. Ginny had no idea how this had happened, no one had said a word, yet if someone just walked through her house or glanced In her window, they would think they’d be a couple.
“You know, I think you just tripped me.” Ryan said, breaking the silence that had fallen upon them both.

Im bored...I just came back from the park.
It was quiet and dark...=S
Well...My messages aren't working...Humph.
So...I am going to be behind on your people's fanfictions, sorry!
Anyways, here are so avatars. I've probably already posted them put, mehh, whatever.

Panic! At The Disco.(I have a lot, hey? There is more..some of them just weren't in the write fomat)