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BalazsA personal story for my boyfriend. Tagged:i, love, you, so, much, balazs I wish I could tell you that I had a great highschool career, that I had learned a lot from mistakes I had made in the past, and that they have made me grow into the woman I hope to be when I am older. As you expected though, life is never fully predictable and I led a struggle through my sophomore and junior year in highschool. I struggled to fit in with my group of friends, and find a boyfriend so that I could better relate with them. I pushed myself so far to prove that I could handle everything that they were. I just wanted to know how it felt to have someone

I smoothed out the creases in my shirt, I had to distract myself. I was becoming edgier with every second passing by. The stealthiness of the groupies was obtrusive, much to their dislike. My eyes roamed over their soaring multi-colored shirts, it wasn't hard to tell where they were going. The eyes of the band mates had a certain hostility, that seemed to extend past the groupies towards me. I couldn't muster up enough confidence to hide. I just stood still. Every head rotated towards my position, the look cast upon the faint glow of the moon on their faces was un-describable. Something I could never understand. Ad mist the trivial amount

Mommy, your eyes are black I promise, you will get him back And when you do Please don't let the cops mis-understand you I'm too young to lose you I hope the police see that too I hope they aren't too late I can hear your screams, I think this is fate What did we do to deserve this? The loud sirens, hard to miss It's time to go Just let the angels know You didn't die in vain You were heart-lessly slain I love you..

Rainy days..  Oh the joy, rainy days at home usually mean using the computer all night, but considering I'm on a tour bus with four immature "adult" child-men, I don't get to do anything I want to! And that's not even the worse thing..Tonight I get to try their special sauce for their spaghetti. I sighed, looking over my bed I shared with Bill, ran my fingers over the pictures of my family and pouted a bit. I felt like this was the last night I'd live. Like it was some kind of a sacrifice of the only virgin on the bus. No, you didn't hear wrong. I haven't done the deed, and I don't know when I'll be ready to. I'm not rushing myself!  Befo

*WHACK* I looked over and glared, it was Bill again. He nearly punched me! This caused me to sit up immediately in the tour bus bunk, causing myself to smack my forehead off the top of the cubby, sending me back down next to Bill, where, even in his sleep, he carefully coiled a hand around my waist. It made me smile. Silent, happy, and quiet times like these. But, almost immediately, my thoughts were broken by a loud bang. I rolled out of the cubby, hard onto the floor. I looked up at Tom. He was up also, a huge smile on his face. It only took me a few moments to realize why his grin was getting wider by the second. I got up abruptly and

"STEPHANIE?" I groaned a bit, seeing Tom shuffle towards me, I leaned forward a bit, just incase he trips on his pants. He had the biggest goofy smile on his face. "I missed you!" "Ah, I missed you too" I leaned in a bit more to whisper "Why does Bill hate me?" "You're alittle random" He started to whisper back, "I don't know, he talks about you alot. I didn't know he hated you" I growled a bit "Didn't you see that death glare he keeps giving me?" "Nope!" he smiled and walked back to a group of girls. I crossed my arms in frustration, I thought, this just isn't fair! I turned to my side to talk to Mallory, and stared hard at the wall,

"I CAN'T FUCKING WAIT!", Mallory said. I flinched, Mallory always had a loud voice, but it just seemed to affect me more so now. It couldn't have been a better time either, I almost started thinking about those German boys again..Heh. I don't know why they keep interrupting my thoughts either.  It took us only a few minutes to get inside. Mallory got Star Parking. I swear, she has to have everything absolutely perfect. Before I could mutter a measly word, a backstage pass was shoved in my face. We entered the building and got up in the front row, hardly any one was here anyway. I looked over at my friend, she was glowing with happiness. It

*Knock Knock* Upon hearing this I sat down on a rusty old chair adjacent from the door, half expecting them to give up. But I'll tell you, their perseverance is ridiculous. I sighed and walk to the door, pressing my ear softly against it, listening to their conversations. I snorted a bit. They were quite silent for a bunch of teenage boys! Not quite satisfied yet, I swung the door open, only to find no one was there. I sighed and stepped out, locked the door behind me and walked slowly down the hallway. It didn't take me long to get to the park from my apartment, I was in kind of a rush to get a good swing. Yeah, real childish of me, I know

"Stephanie Lynn!" I heard a familiar voice screech I sat immediately up and bed, quickly and subconsciously wiping the sleep from my eyes. Oh great, I thought. Today's the day. There was no turning back, everything was packed up and ready to go. I heard familiar footsteps climbing the staircase to my room, it was my mom I proposed in my head. I jumped a bit at the loud creaking my wooden bedroom door produced. "Get up, get dressed, and let's go!", she said, a hint of nervousness in her voice. "But, I didn't eat!", I said, whining "We will eat soon, love" mom said in a annoyed monotone. She immediately left after talking to me, I pushed t