Bittersweet
You're gonna be the death of me
I don't want you, but I need you
I love you and hate you at the very same time
We used to be that couple that everyone wished they could be like. We were soul mates. We understood each other. But then something happened and changed everything. He’s a different person than the one I fell in love with. No matter what, there are always those memories we have… those nights at Duffy’s.
She sat at the foot of the bed, biting her bottom lip and looking up at me. She offered a sweet smile but it was killing me. I haven’t been home in six months and it’s awkward, it’s not supposed to be awkward. “I’m really proud of you.”
“I know,” I answered quickly; she’s said it a hundred times. I know she means well, but I don’t think the fact that I just finished a six-month detox and rehab program is anything to be proud of. It’s something that I should be ashamed of, or at least the fact that I was taking heroine in the first place.
I really suck at summaries haha I have no idea what to write for this one ;) I wrote it for a challenge so I figured I'd post it on up.
Justin Timberlake is such a nice, normal person. He’s so sweet and laid back and really is the boy next door. The fame hasn’t gone to his head at all. Ah… sarcasm. What a wonderful thing. The truth is Justin is probably the most annoying, obnoxious, self-absorbed human being in the universe. He has the world fooled. I know this because I am his personal assistant, or as he looks at it: his slave.
Justin’s my best friend. My best friend since I was born. I’ve never in my life been nervous to talk to him. I sure as hell have never left such an awkward voicemail. There is only one possible way to screw up enough that I’m nervous to talk to my best friend. Looks like I managed to find it.
The hardest part is over. Ok, that’s obviously a lie. The hardest part will be when he’s here sitting across the table from me eating his pasta without any knowledge of the bomb I’m about to drop on him.
This is the story of my son and his father. But before that, it’s the story of his father and me, back when he was just some guy at a frat party.
I had too many ideas for my POP!tober story so this is another one I finished so figure I might as well post it anyway.
Justin has a chance run in with an ex-girlfriend...
She doesn’t date. She doesn’t fall in love. She's looking for a one-night stand.
He’s looking for more.
They met on her roof. Justin was ready to jump and escape his life forever. Ashlee saved him. She drives him crazy, he annoys the hell out her, but they need each other.
Written for the Drama Queen Challenge (I hope I'm doing this right)
Option A: The One I Gave My Heart To – Aaliyah
My POP!tober Entry
The night before Justin's wedding...
You stand in the corner of a crowded club, sipping your gin martini: stirred, up, one olive; and slightly rocking to the music. You fix your hair and sneak a peak down your body making sure everything is in place. When you look up you see a tall man with dirty blonde curls and eyes as blue as the water in Paradise.
“What’s your name?” he asks, holding a glass of coke and some kind of alcohol.
You laugh and play with the olive in your martini, “Really? That’s your pick up line?”
He gives you a half smile and looks down at the ground before answering, “Who says I’m trying to pick you up?”
“OK then, keep walking,”I’ve never been graceful. Never. I don’t think there has ever been a time where I could walk into a room and not do something stupid and absolutely embarrassing enough to make me want to hide under a rock for the rest of my existence. My first day of kindergarten I tripped and knocked all the paints down, ruining Natalie Millar’s pretty white dress her mother just bought her. Needless to say, Natalie Millar was never my friend. She held onto that grudge all through high school. I haven’t seen her in seven years, but I’m pretty sure if I were to see her again she’d still hate me.
AHH thanks guys!
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