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Deception. RydonElla stumbled in on them, Ryan and Brendon, together on the sofa; making out.
"Ry, what is this?" Ella cried. "Who is that?"
Ryan was shocked. He had planned to tell them both. Brendon didn't know about Ella and of course he was trying to keep up the image of a 'cool' heterosexual male at collage so he was 'dating' Ella and hadn't told her.
"Ryan!?" Brendon asked. "Who is she?"
"She! Is Ryan's girlfriend. No wait. Ex-girlfriend. We are over Ryan." Ella screamed. Then she turned and stormed away. Ryan just sat there next to Brendon. Staring.
"What did she mean girlfriend? Were you cheating on her with me?" Brendon inquired.
"Yes." Ryan replied in a barley audible whisper.
"I can't believe it... I don't think I can do this any more Ry. I don't think I can trust you. I thought we told each over everything. I'm leaving." And with that Brendon got up and left.
Ryan was in shock. He didn't care about Ella she was just a prop in his 'I'm not gay image'. It was Brendon. He knew he should o
Gerita, USUK, Rycer and Brallon1.-Gerita
"Germany, England called me a stupid little brat. I'm not am I?" Italy asked Germany.
"Of course your not. Your not stupid or a brat. You may be little but that's one of the many things I love about you." Germany replied.
"Really. You love me?"
"I don't know how I would live with out you!" Germany replied giving him a big hug.
"I love you too!"
"Oh my God America! Why do you always offer me your sugar filled food! You know I don't like sugar!" England screeched at America.
"I'm sorry. I forget. It's just you ARE so sweet like sugar!"
"You always know how to make me smile." England said smiling at the answer.
"I know everything about you darling. Like how good you are when baby sitting Italy. We should adopt him."
"YES YES YES! Can we please?"
~five year old Ryan and Spencer~
"I love playing hide and seek with you Spencer. But you are too good for me! I can never find you!" Ryan blabbed to Spencer after a hide and seek match which,
Love at First SightDid you ever wonder what made me love you?
Do you even care?
Well if you do it was your laughter,
They say opposites attract.
They did for me.
Did they for you?
Did you notice me?
With my silent voice,
My unshowing emotions,
My ability to almost disappear.
Was it the same for you as for me?
I guess no,
You never noticed me,
Not till the very end,
The end where I told you,
And you went.
You never answered,
You just went.
I guess it wasn't your fault,
Your parents moved,
You had to go,
And I left you no address to reply.
Did you even read it?
Where I opened up,
For the first time,
About my love for you,
And how it was love at first sight.
I hope you did.
Some things change. Others don't. They stay the same way. I changed. Brendon didn't.
When the four of us were in the band. Me, Brendon, Spencer and Jon we had the best times. Well they did. Though for me it was just a game. I never took anything that happened seriously. Even things with Brendon. He told me he loved me. I didn't love him, not then any way. I replied 'I love me too!' As a joke.
I must have been the only one to not care about the band. I loved the music but... I don't know... It wasn't me. Not our first album anyway. Our second was more me. I still write stuff like that. No, the main reason I was in the band was because I could get Brendon to do anything for me... With me. Looking back I realise I was a bit of a jerk.
Actually a massive one.
I knew Brendon loved me and took advantage of him! How can I forgive my self... I didn't love him then... I love him now though... Too late.
I got bored of them. Of him. So I
15 Ways To Annoy Brendon Urie15 Ways to Annoy Brendon Urie
1. Tell him his hair looks like he cut it himself.
2. Whenever he mentions going out with his friends ask You have friends?
3. Constantly remind him of the things hes not supposed to be doing because hes a morman.
4. Throw him a coming out party then when he denies that hes gay, laugh histarically and give him a death glare but we already bought the cake and everything.
5. Blast 9 in the afternoon at midnight and sing along horribly off-key.
6. Post Pete Wentz nudes all over his apartment and then invite his parents over for dinner.
7. Declare that apple bottom is his pet-name.
8. Giggle and point at him with Ryan.
9. Smash his guitar hero and tell him that the waffles forced you to after he asks why.
10. Laugh maniacally at his baby pictures and whistle innocently whenever he tries to figure out what youre laughing at.
11. Tell him that his smoothies suck.
Vampires Will Never Hurt You I still remember the night I saw them for the first time. Their cold eyes, their black suits, their white teeth. Their mocking smiles.
Back then everybody used to tell me they're not going to hurt me. But even then I knew how wrong they were
It was one of the coldest nights of the year. The month was December, Christmas was coming. The cold hand of the wind had torn the clouds, covering everything with soft white moonlight, making the snow shine like silver. I was staring through the window, watching them. I knew what they were.
They were vampires.
"And if they get me and the sun goes down into the ground ?", I murmured, my voice sounded somehow quieter and weaker than usual.
Rebecca opened her mouth to say something, but I already knew she's going to tell me not to worry, so I continued:
"And if they get me take this spike to my heart and
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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