Back To The Streets. [1]

Brendon and I are sitting in our living room, changing the channel every 2 seconds Brendon grabs the remote and changes to the music channel.

"Hey, I was watching that bitch!â� I shout, he looks at me questioningly and shakes his head.

â�œOh shut the fuck up. You say the same thing every other day.â� Brendon laughs and I stick my tongue out at him. He giggles and leans forward and whispers in my ear.

â�œIâ�™ve seen that plenty of times.â� And winks at me, I just laugh and punch his arm. He laughs and leans back going through the music. I start to fell sleepy and put my head in Brendonâ�™s lap, and he brushes the hair out of my face. I really adore this boy, I actually want to spend the rest of my life with him, and because Iâ�™m feeling really mushy for him, I grab his face and kiss him softly on the lips and whisper;

â�œI love youâ� he blushes a lot and rubs his nose on mine.

He grabs my hand and starts to rub my knuckles. I close my eyes and then I hear the start of â�œWeâ�™re so starvingâ�

Brendon jumps up and I fall off the couch with a loud thud.

He starts singing and dancing while not paying attention to me lying on the floor, clutching my head.

And then â�œNine in the afternoonâ� comes on, I groan and look up. I see Brendon singing rather loudly.

â�œBack to the place, where we used to sayâ� he looks at me and grins, he grabs my hand and brings me up, he puts his arms around me and kisses me hard. He pulls away and again rubs his nose against mine.

â�œWhy did you just kiss me?â� I laugh, he shrugs and smiles. And then â�œWhen the day met the night came onâ�

He squeals and then grabs the remote and turns it up loudly. He starts dancing and singing again.

â�œWell, he was just hanging around, and then he fell in loveâ� He points at me and smiles â�œAnd he didnâ�™t

know howâ� He sang and hes smiling aswell. The song finishes and he sits back on the couch, I stand up and lay back onto to him. I pout and then he pouts
â�œWhat's wrong, baby?â� The butterflies in my stomach have now arrived. I pout and say â�œWhen you jumped up, I fell off the couch, so my head hurtsâ� He pouts and kisses my forehead and then kisses my nose, and rubs it with his.

â�œIâ�™m sorry baby,â� He kisses my lips, I purr against his lips and bites them.

â�œI love you so muchâ� He says.

â�œI love you too, Brennyâ� we start to kiss again.

The New Me. =]

The first of all demands
I would tell you the truth, but I'll be lying.
I'm probably the most trusting person you'll ever meet.
The first thing I'm lying about is my age. And when I tell people that, they are shocked.
A few people treat me my age and some people treat me older. Which I find sometimes good.
Most people think I'm 16, but I'm really 13 - BirthDate 25.10.95.
I'll take a risk. Take a chance.
I dont believe in god. And I'm scared about dying.
I hate telling the truth. And I love lying.
I'm not going to change how I look, just so you can love me.
Make a change. And breakaway.
I just want you to trust me. Tell me everything thats in your mind.
Write my name on your heart, but still sheâ�™s is still there.
I need to stop hanging on to you, thinking you can change.
Wanna feel the warm breeze. Sleep under a palm tree.
I love reading. But I love fighting.
I hate smoking. But I love drinking.
I love quiet. But I adore noise.
I hate chavs. But I nearly always wear trackies.
I'm not myself when I'm down. But I blame someone else.
Feel the rush of the ocean. Get onboard a fast train.
Just to let you know, I'm single & I hate it all 100%
I've always wanted someone I can "I love you" to everynight.
I've always wanted someone who I can be myself in front off.
I want someone that loves me.
Travel on a jet plane, far away. And breakaway
I am going to stop this paragraph with a simple Thank you.
I'd want to thank at the moment in time: Amy, because she's my best friend =] & Jared, for being so caring and trusting me.

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Back To The Streets. [1]

The New Me. =]