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Post by emma grant on Mar 1, 2009 18:15:55 GMT -5
 BETTER RUN FOR COVER, IN YOUR HURRICANE OF LIES.[/color][/font] you better stop messing around ,[/color][/font] AND DONT SAY THAT YOUR SORRY FOR BREAKING EVERY INCH OF MY HEART.[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - As the movie continued on Emma just kept her eyes on the screen. Really she wasn’t one for like making out in movie theaters. People use to do that all the time in Boston and Emma actually found it slightly disgusting. Like seriously, they’d come up for air maybe twice the whole freaking movie. I mean how the hell did that work? And as the movie continued Emma began forgetting again. She kept forgetting the whole fact that she was with Nate, Nate Gray. She just knew that she was with Nate, and she really liked him. That was all that mattered right now.
Once the movie was over the whole ‘oh yeah, he’s famous’ thing began to come back as people continued to ask him for autographs. Honestly if people weren’t snapping pictures of her, she didn’t care. Sure it was a tad bit annoying. But really it wasn’t her who was always being bothered by everyone and Nate had learned to cope with it. Possibly Emma would learn to eventually, but she wasn’t exactly the center of all the attention. Once the theater was empty, Emma stood, took Nate’s hand and walked out the doors. The brightness of from the sun was almost as unexpected as the flashes from earlier. Even though the sun was beginning to go down, it was still bright out. Damn why didn’t she bring sunglasses? She usually wore them everywhere. Oh well.
Once they arrived at Nate’s car, Emma opened the door and sat in the passenger’s side waiting for Nate to come around the other side. Hmm she didn’t really know where she wanted to go now. What she did know was that she didn’t want to go back to camp. Going back to camp would just mean they’d go their separate ways and then the whole ‘date’ thing would be over. She tapped her fingers on the armrest as she thought. “Umm…” Emma paused, really not knowing where she wanted to go. “Coffee!” she said excitedly. Really, Emma loved coffee. Not to mention she was feeling a bid tired, maybe the caffeine would hype her up. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - BANNER CREDIT HAY ALISON?!
TEMPLATE CREDIT LIZZ SAY WERD ?!
THREADING WITH NATE
HOW MANY WORDS 373
POST STATUS DONE
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Post by nate gray on Mar 3, 2009 11:17:00 GMT -5
 HOLD ON TIGHTit's a roller coaster ride we're on so [/color][/font] SAY GOODBYE [/center] [/b] He said, placing the key in the ignition and turning it. Was it just him, or was this not feeling like a date at all? It felt like two friends hanging out, and he kind of liked the feeling. Thinking of it as a date made it awkward for him especially since his mind was cartwheeling wsith whether or not he even still felt the same for the girl in his passenger seat. He drove towards Starbucks, deciding it was probably the best decision. They still had a ways to go, and he decided to start some small talk. "You looking forward to your Senior year coming up?" Nate had just finished his Senior year and was officially done with high school. He was pretty excited about it, especially since his life was basically going to be nothing but touring this summer. He also kind of had this hope that Mitchie was going to win Final Jam this summer, because the Final Jam winner got to open for them on their headlining tour. But Mitchie had school, and he kind of worried that she'd be missing out on some stuff for tour, but Nate had completed his junior and senior years on the road, and still loved every second of it. So maybe it was okay. He looked forward to the road, and turned back to her. "Speaking of this coming year. You're staff, so I know you know this, but I'm pretty pumped to find out who wins Final Jam and tours with us this summer. I kind of hope it's Mitchie. Is that bad? For one of the judges to have a favorite already?" He asked, laughing a bit.[/ul]
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Post by emma grant on Mar 3, 2009 17:47:13 GMT -5
BETTER RUN FOR COVER, IN YOUR HURRICANE OF LIES. [/color][/font] you better stop messing around ,[/color][/font] AND DONT SAY THAT YOUR SORRY FOR BREAKING EVERY INCH OF MY HEART.[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Emma grinned as Nate said that they'd be getting coffee. Praise the lord. Seriously, Emma was about to pass out from being so tired. She just couldn't handle camp. It was getting to be too much for her. All of the having to teach and wake up early, and make lesson plans. She just didn't get how others did it and were still able to stay awake past 10:30. Emma couldn't, and it sucked. She would have loved to stay up past 10:30 and then be able to make it to one the next afternoon and not be a total bitch yet. Again, maybe dance wasn't for her. If she loved dance enough then she shouldn't be sick of it by the end of the day. Yet Emma found herself returning to her cabin and just wanting to cut off her legs so dance wouldn't even be an option. Then she'd have to go home and never dance again. Then solving her problem. What if she wasn't even good at dance anymore? Maybe she thought she was better then she actually was? Lord she hoped not. That would just be embarassing. She could remember herself always talking about how great of a dancer she was, okay that sounded really self-centered. It wasn't like that. But if people asked if she had any special talents, dance was the only thing she would ever say. "So Emma what are you good at?" "Dance." That was it. She never said school, or drawing, or anything else that she was even slightly good at. Dance was always her fall back.
Come to think of it, Emma didn't know what she wanted to do if she didn't dance. That had always been her one thing. She wanted to go to Juliard, but now she really wasn't so sure. Ugh, why didn't she just stay a camper like Mitchie and Caitlyn? Then she wouldn't be having stupid second thoughts. Ugh, this really sucked. She hated thinking about her future. All she knew was that she wanted Juliard. After that, she hadn't thought any more into it. She didn't know if she wanted to get married, or have kids, or move from Boston. She just hadn't considered any of that until now. But now that her mind was on it, everything just began flying at her so fast that she couldn't take it. She bit her lip, and looked out the window not catching what Nate said. Something about her senior year? Yeah, she was finally a senior, and after that she'd be off to college. Really how well was that going to work now that she wasn't sure about dance? Wow. Camp was ruining her whole life. Lie, Emma was just being dramatic. It was just setting up obsticles in her path. It would be okay, she just needed to stop thinking about it. She was with Nate she just needed to focus on that. She shifted her eyes from out the window and over to Nate. "Sorry, what?" she said, realizing that she'd missed everything that he'd just said.
That was nice. She'd just totally ignored everything her boyfriend had said to her. While he was trying to make light conversation Emma was freaking out over her future, yet she wasn't sharing it with anyone. She was keeping it all inside. She'd have to try and stay around Nate for as long as she possibly could so that she wouldn't do something stupid tonight from all of the stress. And don't act like you haven't any idea what that stupid thing is. Okay, for all you people who don't remember anything, that stupid thing was Emma going back to her cabin and sneaking out to get herself wasted just to forget. She'd be even more likely to do it just because she'd gotten herself thinking about her future. Really, she hadn't thought about her dad much this summer. There had just been other things on her mind. Emma slid down in her seat and looked out the front window. "Do you think i'm actually good at dancing? Or have I just been kidding myself all these years?" she asked him. But even if she was good that didn't mean that was what she was suppose to be doing. She needed to be doing something that she loved and she honestly wasn't sure if that thing was dance. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - BANNER CREDIT HAY ALISON?!
TEMPLATE CREDIT LIZZ SAY WERD ?!
THREADING WITH NATE
HOW MANY WORDS 771
POST STATUS DONE
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