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Post by ohhh ashley on Jun 14, 2007 23:06:35 GMT -5
i love this story!
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teddyownsmyheart
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I'll be the grapes fermented,Bottled and served with the table set in my finest suit Like a perfect
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Post by teddyownsmyheart on Jun 15, 2007 2:44:19 GMT -5
ha ha i was reading that thinking what is he doing .. up dog?? what the ha ha cant wait for the next update
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Post by jessb on Jun 15, 2007 5:55:52 GMT -5
i must say that was amazing you're a really talented writer more soon please!!!!!!
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Post by Carie on Jun 15, 2007 20:46:32 GMT -5
good!!!!!!!! more?
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mayromi
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Post by mayromi on Jun 15, 2007 22:59:49 GMT -5
ahahahahaha. so jenna, I told my cousin the whole 'up dog' thing. it was HYSTERICAL! oh man...i had a good laugh!
can't wait for the next update!
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chloe
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Post by chloe on Jun 17, 2007 6:15:25 GMT -5
love the story you need to udate ASAP please!
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jmlove
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Post by jmlove on Jun 17, 2007 20:21:02 GMT -5
aw thanksss guys! I'm working on the next chapter now =]
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Post by Catherine on Jun 19, 2007 19:44:35 GMT -5
I don't come on the boards much anymore, but the only reason I'm still on here is because I love this fan fiction! So keep writing!
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jmlove
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Post by jmlove on Jun 24, 2007 22:23:16 GMT -5
8 “You’re hired”, Teddy declared as he rose from his makeshift seat, brushed the dust off his backside, and placed his hand out for me to shake. “Ah, so that’s the grueling interview process?” I snorted as I too stood up and took his hand.
I tried to ignore the surge of butterflies in my stomach as our palms touched. Finally we released our grip and returned to the front of the store.
“So, when do I start?” I asked hopefully “Uhhh..how about tomorrow..you can come in at 8” he smiled. “Sounds good to me..do I need anything?” I questioned. “Maybe..a store shirt or something?” A shirt? That goes to show the lack of brain power I possess around Teddy. Asking for possibly some certification of my employment, may have been the more mature question.
He laughed, “I suppose it is my duty to supply you with a few company necessities”
He dropped down to counter level and began rummaging among the shelves behind the register. Finally he emerged with an armful of trinkets for me.
“Okay, here is..your T-shirt...your complimentary CD..” He noticed my vaguely surprised and relatively pleased face I grabbed the CD. “Oh no, it’s no prize, trust me when I say your ears will thank you for not listening...unless you like the genre of Country Opera” I raised my eyebrows as I nodded and suppressed a laugh. “I know” He said in response as he shook his head, “I didn’t think it existed either”
I laughed as he continued to hand me things. “And here, is the pamphlet of store policies..and, the key” He stated as he handed me the last of it.
“The key, to the actual store...you trust me with the key to this building, filled with valuables?” I rambled I fumbled with the brass key.
He laughed at me as I blushed and ended my babbling. “Wow, you really know how to sell your integrity” He noted sarcastically. “But I have faith, you seem fairly trustworthy” he laughed.
I smiled back and looked down my bundle of gifts. “Well I best be going...I , uh..suppose I’ll see you tomorrow?” I said, as it suddenly dawned on me that we may not work the same hours.
“Indeed you will” He said as he bowed forward slightly and tipped his imaginary top hat at me. I laughed back at him and shook my head as I walked out the store and headed home.
By the time I got home, I felt as if a nap was in order. For no particular reason other then boredom laced with laziness.
I woke up hours later, the sky had already turned black and the crescent moon hung low and glowed orange.
My immediate reaction was to grab my stomach as its grumbles howled and vibrated my flesh. I then vaguely recalled my Mother attempting to wake me for dinner, dammit. I was starving.
After raiding the kitchen and depleting it of the majority of anything edible, I sat silently on my bed.
I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t know was time it was actually. It must be late, my family was all in slumber.
I slept for a good portion of the day, no way could I try to go back to bed. I heard you can get sick from too much sleep. How can that be true, it doesn’t even make sense. Note to self, Google that later.
Finally I grabbed my ipod and headed towards the window. I was on the second story, but the ledge was my favorite place to listen to music. I could only do it at night, had my mother ever found me sitting outside on the ledge...I don’t even want to know the repercussions.
I sat Indian style and placed the abnormally large cushioned headphones over my ears. I think I needed a sad song, or at least, a relatively slow one. I couldn’t listen to a rapidly paced song, of fear that my hip jiggles would result in me face planting into the garden on ground level. I needed a melody to increase my heart rate. To make me feel like I was taking it all in, feeling all the emotion I could within one short span of minutes.
In case inspiration found me, I kept my tattered marble notebook at my side.
I decided to let the shuffle be my guide. First song to flood through the headphones: All you need is love by The Beatles. I instantly felt like a hippie, I dug it.
“There's nothing you can do that can't be done. Nothing you can sing that can't be sung. Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game It's easy.”
The soothing melodic humming of voices let my bones ease and my mind wander.
Suddenly I reached for my notebook and dull pencil and began to write a sentence which had etched itself into my mind.
From there I created more words, the result was...well,just there, on the page, a poem I suppose, I never really felt pride after writing. Just relief.
not quite illicit eternally intrinsic to youth bare bones, raw tongue in love, with love brewing conscience in simple terms faults, collaboration of abounding notions claws keen for solitude too safe, too tender it’s all too much
Sometimes my thoughts don’t quite hit me after I’ve transferred them to paper. I closed my notebook just as a new song came on. Well greetings and salutations Sir Elton John.
“Hey kids, shake it loose together The spotlight's hitting something That's been known to change the weather”
I closed my eyes and bellowed every word. Yes, I followed every high note, and yes, my voice cracked every time.
“B-B-B Bennie and the Jets”
Thank God my family could sleep through a monster truck show. I had, however, no concern for the neighbors, they were the type that always phoned in to the “Local Town Night Watch” when my music invaded there upscale tea parties.
Hell yes, I was stickin’ it to the man..whatever that actually meant? Well regardless, I was ready to cause a ruckus, a down right scene of brouhaha, my favorite vocabulary word: noun, an uproar.
Amid my vocal performance, my eyes fluttered open for a moment, but long enough to give me an instant heart attack and cause me to rattle the shingles.
The first thing I saw was a shadow, further observation led my eyes to find the source of the shadow.
Teddy was standing outside my house, blatantly staring at me. Well, honestly how could he not have attracted his attention towards me. Even I tend to gawk at people sitting on their roofs, singing. Though it’s not a scene I have ever experienced from the other side.
However peculiar it was for him to be standing down below me, the first thing that caught my eye was the item in his hand. It was a bag, a girl’s bag. Oh God wait, that’s my bag. My brain started to process and it finally dawned on me that I had left my bag in the back of the store. Figures I wouldn’t remember until now, my memory was terribly shotty.
I pulled my headphones off and let them hang around my neck. I liked to hear the hum of the music in the background, it made my life for at least that moment, run seemingly parallel with that of a movie. A Romantic movie, at least, I hoped so.
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Post by aussiegirl on Jun 25, 2007 2:11:30 GMT -5
my favourite!! i cant waaaait to see what happens next. i dig your writing style!!
write mre soon when ou can =] your story is loved veery much
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teddyownsmyheart
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Post by teddyownsmyheart on Jun 25, 2007 2:36:55 GMT -5
Awwww amazing ha ha i would be so embarresed if i was cought sining on my roof ohh god
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Post by jessb on Jun 25, 2007 6:39:42 GMT -5
loved it! it does kinda seem like a movie can't wait for more!
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Post by M!chelle on Jun 25, 2007 15:19:20 GMT -5
aww how sweet of teddy. cant wait for more!
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Post by ohhh ashley on Jun 25, 2007 20:53:24 GMT -5
moree :]!
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jmlove
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Post by jmlove on Jun 26, 2007 23:26:20 GMT -5
thanks so much! I'll write more very soon =]
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