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  <title>Maybe it&apos;s love, but it&apos;s like you said...</title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 27 Jun 2008 20:04:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>meme stolen from my kayla, just for fun, cause it&apos;s short. like me. hee :)</title>
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  <description>1) 4 LETTER WORD: Love! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;2) BOY NAME: Jacob&lt;br /&gt;3) GIRL NAME: Jamie&lt;br /&gt;4) OCCUPATION: Writer&lt;br /&gt;5) A COLOR: Turquoise&lt;br /&gt;6) SOMETHING YOU WEAR: A shirt that says &quot;Love is Electric&quot;&lt;br /&gt;7) BEVERAGE: Chocolate milk&lt;br /&gt;8) FOOD:&amp;nbsp; Chicken Caesar Salad&lt;br /&gt;9) SOMETHING FOUND IN A BATHROOM: Kleenex :( (it fits my sick...ness)&lt;br /&gt;10) A PLACE: The Rocky Mountains&lt;br /&gt;11) REASON FOR BEING LATE: bus being too early/late&lt;br /&gt;12) SOMETHING YOU SHOUT: HELL YES!</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 30 May 2008 08:16:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Favourite movie quote meme</title>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;Pick 20 of your favorite movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Post them here for everyone to guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Strike it out when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it and the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NO GOOGLING/using IMDb search/other search functions/looking at my journal or other things to see what my favourite movies are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Read more...&quot;&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;&quot;You said you couldn&apos;t be with someone who didn&apos;t believe in you. Well I believed in you. I just didn&apos;t believe in me. I love you... always.&quot;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Moulin Rouge&lt;/strong&gt; discovered by Christine&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strike&gt;&quot;I defy you stars!&quot;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Romeo + Juliet&lt;/strong&gt; discovered by Christine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33cccc&quot;&gt;3.&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font color=&quot;#33cccc&quot;&gt;&quot;What I really want to do with my life - what I want to do for a living - is I want to be with your daughter. I&apos;m good at it.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strike&gt;&quot;It is but a shadow and a thought that you love. I cannot give you what you seek.&quot;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lord of the Rings: Return of the King&lt;/strong&gt; discovered by Ash&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strike&gt;&quot;No, I don&apos;t think I will kiss you, although you need kissing, badly. That&apos;s what&apos;s wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.&quot;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Gone with the Wind&lt;/strong&gt; discovered by Ash&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strike&gt;&quot;I&apos;d marry you for your money in a minute. Would you marry me for my money?&quot;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Breakfast at Tiffany&apos;s&lt;/strong&gt; discovered by Christine&lt;br /&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strike&gt;&quot;Dad, I don&apos;t want to upset you, but my left breast is developing at a significantly faster rate than my right. It can only mean one thing: cancer. I&apos;m dying.&quot;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;My Girl&lt;/strong&gt; discovered by Laina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33cccc&quot;&gt;8. &quot;And no matter what they did to build this city up again, for the rest of time, it will be like no-one even knew we was ever here. &quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt; &quot;I owe you nothing. And you are nothing to me. Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love.&quot;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Moulin Rouge&lt;/strong&gt; discovered by Christine&lt;br /&gt;10.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strike&gt;&quot;I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.&quot;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice&lt;/strong&gt; discovered by Ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33cccc&quot;&gt;11. &quot;What if I were smiling and running into your arms? Would you see then what I see now?&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strike&gt;&quot;Sometimes there&apos;s so much beauty in the world I feel like I can&apos;t take it, like my heart&apos;s going to cave in.&quot; &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strong&gt;American Beauty&lt;/strong&gt; discovered by Laina&lt;br /&gt;13.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt; &quot;I am not an animal! I am a human being! I am a man!&quot;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The Elephant Man&lt;/strong&gt; discovered by Laina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33cccc&quot;&gt;14.&amp;nbsp; &quot; I can&apos;t seem to stop singing wherever I am. And what&apos;s worse, I can&apos;t seem to stop saying things - anything and everything I think and feel.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strike&gt;&quot;I think I&apos;ve kind of been in a bubble... thinking that fairness was gonna just happen. It&apos;s not. People like me are gonna have to get up off their fathers&apos; laps and go out and fight for it.&quot;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Hairspray &lt;/strong&gt;discovered by Ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33cccc&quot;&gt;16.&amp;nbsp; &quot;I&apos;ve loved you as a man loves a woman. As a hero loves a heroine. As I have never loved anyone.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;17.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strike&gt;&quot;I&apos;ve got a bad feeling about this.&quot;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Star Wars Episode IV, V &amp;amp; VI&lt;/strong&gt; discovered by Christine&lt;br /&gt;18.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strike&gt;&quot;I loathe the bus. There has to be a more dignified mode of transportation.&quot;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Sixteen Candles&lt;/strong&gt; discovered by Ash&lt;br /&gt;19.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strike&gt;&quot;All of you! You all killed him! And my brother, and Riff. Not with bullets, or guns, with hate. Well now I can kill, too, because now I have hate!&quot;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;West Side Story&lt;/strong&gt; discovered by Ash&lt;br /&gt;20.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strike&gt;&quot;I gave you my mind blindly.&quot;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Phantom of the Opera&lt;/strong&gt; discovered by Ash&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 16:51:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Me = miserable</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have a cold. In the middle of Spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really it feels more like summer though. It&apos;s boiling hot here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got it last night. One of my nostrils is stuffed. Yes, only one which is somehow way more annoying than both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn&apos;t sleep at all due to crazy heat + stuffy nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I just took some Nyquil, I&apos;m having a shower, and now I am moving my stuff to the basement so I can sleep better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp; thought I&apos;d be able to wait a few more weeks before migrating to the basement but I guess not :( I hate Summer. I hate being uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Laina&apos;s coming home tonight and I was supposed to go to the cottage, but I think that&apos;s out now. I don&apos;t want to make people sick + it&apos;ll be super hot and uncomfy. :( :( :( im sad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*sniff*&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 23:14:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>approximately 31 hours until I see my precious!</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Laina&apos;s arrival is quickly approaching! I&apos;m super excited. Hopefully I&apos;ll get to come see her at the airport, where we&apos;ll do the whole slow motion run into each other&apos;s arms thing. If not then I&apos;ll wait for her on her front lawn. At midnight. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honour of Laina coming home, here is a list of things we must do!&amp;nbsp;(Warning, many of these are inside jokes, so if you go &quot;huh?&quot; don&apos;t feel bad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;P-A-R-T-YYYYYYYYYY&quot;&gt;1. Crazy dance&lt;br /&gt;2. Talk and tell stories for hours!&lt;br /&gt;3. Go on lengthy walks around the neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;4. Go to Reddi Mart &amp;amp; get screamers + really long freezies (or if you&apos;re British, ice lollies)&lt;br /&gt;5. Head over to Callingwood --&amp;gt; Safeway (to spy on people) Saan (to laugh at the horrible clothes) and Dairy Queen (obvious)&lt;br /&gt;6. Sing karaoke like crazy! Especially Uptown Girl, Do you love me, Can&apos;t buy me Love, etc.&lt;br /&gt;7. Attempt to get drunk! Sourpuss timeee!&lt;br /&gt;8. Some sort of family welcome home party! At my house this time. haha.&lt;br /&gt;9. Play some supercool board games! Like Scene It: Harry Potter edition, Shout about Music, etc.&lt;br /&gt;10. Kick our parents&apos; asses on that caption whatever... game....thing. we&apos;d totally win!&lt;br /&gt;11. Go shopping! &lt;br /&gt;12. Try on makeup and purchase some with my Sephora gift card! yay!&lt;br /&gt;13. Photoshoot! I need to perfect my photography skillz. &lt;br /&gt;14. Listen to/crazy dance to Laina&apos;s new Jazz 90&apos;s CD! We should throw some star wars soundtrack and Saruman lurking music in just for fun! :P&lt;br /&gt;15. Make Laina watch Hairspray. She will love it if it&apos;s the last thing I do!&lt;br /&gt;16. Toast (Cheers?) to each other&apos;s health! (3 inside jokes in one sentence! Go team me!)&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;strike&gt;Lend her Twilight&lt;/strike&gt; she&apos;s already read it! Um... talk about how hot Edward is.&lt;br /&gt;18. Sit in the backyard and mock people as they pass!&lt;br /&gt;19. Celebrate Alberta!&lt;br /&gt;20. Randomly burst into songs from the CATS soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;21. Watch LOTR and make up a drinking game to play during it!&lt;br /&gt;22. Go to the cottage and lounge about, reliving our childhood.&lt;br /&gt;23. Go hiking at the cottage, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;24. Make fun of people we don&apos;t like/easy targets together (such as my mom, Janine, people who want to kidnap others and take them to their farms)&lt;br /&gt;25. Our Simple Simon routine!&lt;br /&gt;26. Play Diner Dash side by side.&lt;br /&gt;27. Work on our Sims Legacy competition!&lt;br /&gt;28. Go out to a club/bar/event for once, and pretend to be cool :P&lt;br /&gt;29. Watch Waynes World 1 &amp;amp; 2! (perhaps try to make a drinking game out of it? Everytime they say &quot;Shwiiing!&quot; chug!)&lt;br /&gt;30. Do our supercool secret handshake.&lt;br /&gt;31. Watch Strawberry Shortcake and other movies from our childhood on youtube! So useful. (The Peculiar Purple Pieman of Porcupine Peak! Da da da da da da, da da da DA... DAHHH!)&lt;br /&gt;32. Feed Salacious the Squirrel&lt;br /&gt;33. Torment Shadow (Beastly) and Misty (moo)&lt;br /&gt;34. Spend some quality time with Janine (retardo)... perhaps take her to a movie? Yes! We must see Prince Caspian together! Brilliant idea!!&lt;br /&gt;35. Read some of Laina&apos;s new writings outloud! (and do voices, of course)&lt;br /&gt;36. Go out for coffee/dinner&lt;br /&gt;37. Go for a jaunt to Wallymart! Oh grandma.&lt;br /&gt;38. Dress up in our trenchcoats + sunglasses &amp;amp; go to a coffee shop, speaking only in French. We will be sooo mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;39.&amp;nbsp;Go to an online chat room and pretend to be psychic. So many laughs from that.&lt;br /&gt;40. Have many many laughs.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2008 06:07:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>favourite guys meme</title>
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  <description>Stolen from Ash, Kayla and Kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;1. List your top ten favourite men, athletes, celebrities, and/or fictional characters. &lt;br /&gt;2. Answer all the questions listed. &lt;br /&gt;3. Make a post! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;Hayden Christensen&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;2. Zac Efron&lt;br /&gt;3. John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;4. Jason Castro&lt;br /&gt;5. Milo Ventimiglia&lt;br /&gt;6. James McAvoy&lt;br /&gt;7. Logan Huntzberger (from Gilmore Girls)&lt;br /&gt;8.&amp;nbsp;Edward Cullens (from Twilight)&lt;br /&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; Link Larkin (from Hairspray)&lt;br /&gt;10. Tim Riggins (from Friday Night Lights)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Amanda + Jason Castro = true love forever! Amanda Castro... has a nice ring to it huh? :P lol&quot;&gt;So, what do you like most about 2? &lt;br /&gt;He&apos;s Zac freaking Efron! He seems like a genuinely sweet charismatic guy, with a good sense of humour, and just plain sense in general. Plus he&apos;s dreeeeamy with an adorable smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could do anything to 4, what would it be? &lt;br /&gt;Holy crap, are you serious? First I&apos;d get him to serenade me &amp;lt;3 then we&apos;d make sweet sweet love. I think I&apos;d marry him too. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would you choose between 5 and 7? &lt;br /&gt;Milo or Logan.... actor vs. character.... guy dating Hayden Penetierre vs. guy dating Rory Gilmore... umm... maybe Milo cause he&apos;s real? Though I do know more of Logan&apos;s personality. I guess if Logan was real, I&apos;d choose him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of a ten, how much would you rate 1? &lt;br /&gt;10/10!!!! I love Hayden and I always will &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you find most attractive about 1? &lt;br /&gt;His blonde hair, his beautiful blue eyes, his adorable smile... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go out with 3, what type of date would you go on? &lt;br /&gt;I think we&apos;d have a romantic night at his/my place. We&apos;d cook dinner together, listen to romantic music and slow dance in the moonlight &amp;lt;3 watch movies, cuddle, he&apos;d serenade me with his guitar with a song he wrote just for me..... ahhh... and yeah then we&apos;d have sex. :) just being honest. I mean it&apos;s John freaking Mayer... hello!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If 8 was a type of season, which season would he be? &lt;br /&gt;Winter :) Because he&apos;s cold, dark, and mysterious... and yet cozy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is 10 not higher up your list? &lt;br /&gt;Because he&apos;s fictional, and while he&apos;s super hot, I like some of the other fictional characters&apos; personalities better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does 10 have to do to be brought higher up? &lt;br /&gt;er... well since he&apos;s a fictional character... idk, show more depth and humour in his character :D show more personality than just being a hottie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which two people would you wanna be stuck with on a desert island? &lt;br /&gt;Wow no clue... none of them are superior to the other in survival skills... maybe any of the top 5 so i could make sweet love to them the entire time :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marry, shag or kiss - 4, 6, 8. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Jason Castro: Marry&lt;br /&gt;6. James McAvoy: Shag&lt;br /&gt;8. Edward Cullens: Kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you hate most about 7? &lt;br /&gt;That he&apos;s a bit spoiled and arrogant... he kind of just chooses one direction and expects you to follow him... he needs to be more open and flexible to other ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about how you&apos;ll react when you meet 3? &lt;br /&gt;Probably faint. John Mayer!!! I&apos;d try to act cool and stuff but really I&apos;d want to say &quot;omgiloveyousomuchcanwegosomewhereandhavemadpassionatesexbtwcanyouwritemeasongplz??&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen 1 and 2 together on tv before? &lt;br /&gt;LOL no... that would be weird. Maybe if Zac played a younger version of Hayden&apos;s character? idk, they don&apos;t really look alike though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dreamt about 6? &lt;br /&gt;can&apos;t say I have :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would you take to a prom/ball with you? &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll go with Logan. He has many tuxes and stuff to wear, and he&apos;s used to that sort of thing so it won&apos;t be a big deal. Plus he&apos;s hillarious so we&apos;d just end up mocking people the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddle, glomp or kiss - 10,7,8. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Tim Riggins: glomp&lt;br /&gt;7. Logan Huntzberger: kiss&lt;br /&gt;8. Edward Cullens: cuddle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could give anything to 10, what would it be? &lt;br /&gt;ummm.... a good time? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all of them - who would you: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick? &lt;br /&gt;Zac for dating Vanessa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss? &lt;br /&gt;Jason Castro because he is my newest and most vivid love atm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinch cheeks? &lt;br /&gt;Link Larkin! He&apos;s so damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runaway with? &lt;br /&gt;John Mayer... we&apos;ll create our own society and live in perfect loveee &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act like an idiot with? &lt;br /&gt;John Mayer again. He has such a weird witty sense of humour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry on? &lt;br /&gt;uhhh... Jason Castro? idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take to see your parents? &lt;br /&gt;Zac Efron.&amp;nbsp;He&apos;s a sweet guy you&apos;d take home to meet your parents I think. Down to earth and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bungee jump with? &lt;br /&gt;Logan Huntzberger... he&apos;s always up for an adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross dress with? &lt;br /&gt;John Mayer... I think he&apos;d be up for it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swap lives with for a day? &lt;br /&gt;Ummm Zac Efron maybe? I wouldn&apos;t really want to swap lives with any of them, except to stay in my hotel room all day and look at myself naked :P lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2008 11:59:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>all about you meme :)</title>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Taken from&amp;nbsp;Tracy aka&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_speechless1021&apos; lj:user=&apos;speechless1021&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://speechless1021.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://speechless1021.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;speechless1021&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me a comment and I&apos;ll ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tell you why I friended you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a color, a photo, a word, et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tell you something I like about you.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tell you a memory I have of you.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ask something I&apos;ve always wanted to know about you.&lt;br /&gt;6. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.&lt;br /&gt;7. In return, you must post this in your LiveJournal.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2008 02:42:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Mandology meme</title>
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  <description>Just replace the name of the meme with your first name followed by ology :) like I did. Got this off of Tracy&apos;s LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;You know you&apos;d totally study it.&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TECHNOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Q. What is the wallpaper on your computer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of your business! :P if you must know, it&apos;s a picture of a half-naked guy. Happy now?!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How many televisions do you have in your house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;BIOLOGY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Are you right-handed or left-handed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Have you ever had anything removed from your body?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. What is the last heavy item you lifted?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don&apos;t remember. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Have you ever been knocked out?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never :) (wow im boring.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;BULLSHITOLOGY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. If you could change your name, what would you change it to?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting questions. I do actually like Amanda... I used to hate it as a kid because I always had to be Amanda B, instead of just plain Amanda cause there were so many Amanda&apos;s in my class but now I kind of like it. It&apos;s not *too* common, though I can find it on name things everywhere... it&apos;s not bad sounding, and it has a pretty meaning. But if I had to change it, I think I&apos;d like to change it to either Cassandra, Holly, Aimee, Sarah or Abigail, since I really love those names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. What color do you think looks best on you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk... turquoise I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Have you ever swallowed a non-food item?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.... ha, I really am boring :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAREOLOGY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Would you kiss a member of the same sex for $100?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Would you allow one of your little fingers to be cut off for $200,000?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Would you never blog again for $50,000&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure :) as long as i could post fics... but by blogging, you mean not writing about my life? Sure why not :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Would you pose naked in a magazine for $250,000?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ew no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Would you, without fear of punishment, take a human life for $1,000,000?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, unless it was my neighbour&apos;s :P then sure! (I hate them... loud music playing miscreants)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DUMBOLOGY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. What is in your left pocket?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t have a left pocket :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Is &lt;i&gt;Napoleon Dynamite&lt;/i&gt; actually a good movie?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Overrated. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Do you have hardwood or carpet in your house?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Do you sit or stand in the shower?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand... who the hell sits in a shower? maybe for a bath but... lol weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. How many pairs of flip-flops do you own?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t like flipflops :P i have a bunch of sandles though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;LASTOLOGY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Last person who texted you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Last person who called you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Last person you hugged?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FAVORITOLOGY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Number?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Season?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Color?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;CURRENTOLOGY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Missing someone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Laina :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Mood?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Listening to?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding Love - Leonna Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Watching?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, though I just watched the Hills :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Worrying About?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether the girl I like stays on the reality show &apos;the Bachelor&apos; or not... I know, I know. It&apos;s a disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Wearing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lacy navy camisole and purple, navy, black and white plaid pajama pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;RANDOMOLOGY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. First place you went this morning?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm computer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. What can you not wait to do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;See my Laina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Do you smile often?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Are you a friendly person?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I try to be.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Bleeding Love - Leonna Lewis</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 08 Apr 2008 09:15:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Top Songs :D</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Stolen from my Leylove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;The Blower&apos;s Daughter&lt;/strong&gt; by Damien Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first time I heard this song, I cried. Enough said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;I Will Follow You Into the Dark&lt;/strong&gt; by Death Cab for Cutie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sincerely, the cutest love song in the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Talk to me, Dance with Me&lt;/strong&gt; by Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My favourite song ever&amp;nbsp;to dance to. I just love the beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/strong&gt; by Jeff Buckley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I also cried the first time I heard this song. It&apos;s just so beautiful. Too beautiful for words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Such Great Heights&lt;/strong&gt; by the Postal Service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Such a unique, amazing, cute, funky, beautiful song by a great band.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Slow Dancing in a Burning Room&lt;/strong&gt; by John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love John Mayer. His song lyrics, his voice, his guitar playing. And this is my favourite song of his. For all the reasons above.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Short Skirt, Long Jacket&lt;/strong&gt; by Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is like my power song. I listen to it whenever I want to be confident. I love the background melody, and this band is just so unique, and the words are so cool, and idk, I jsut love this song to death. Ever since the first time I listened to it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Any song&lt;/strong&gt; by the Hives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I couldn&apos;t choose one. Find a song by the Hives, insert it here. I just love them and their sound. Overall, they&apos;re probably my favourite band ever because I sincerely love every song they make. So much fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Ghost of a Good Thing/Tear Your Heart Out Yourself&lt;/strong&gt; by Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because these&amp;nbsp;songs contain&amp;nbsp;some of my favourite song lyrics of all time. So cute. So pretty. So interesting. So true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Do you Love Me&lt;/strong&gt; by um... I don&apos;t recall. The Contures or something like that, I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I may not remember the name of the band, but I love this song. It&apos;s&amp;nbsp;mine and Laina&apos;s&amp;nbsp;song. We sing it on karaoke. We dance to it. We sing and dance to it. We even randomly break out into chorus singing it on random walks. It&apos;s very special!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2008 22:03:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Happiness</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;I have decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deserve to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m a nice person. I&apos;m a good person. I smile at strangers, hell I smile at everyone. I open doors for people. I laugh at jokes, or at least politely smile when they&apos;re not even funny. I do favours for people without question. I give advice to everyone. I buy my mom flowers when she&apos;s sick. I try to stay out of drama as much as I can. I believe in people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO deserve to be happy, and if there&apos;s someone or something out there that can make me happy, then I shouldn&apos;t second guess it, or why it&apos;s coming to me. I should just be grateful, and take it, and believe that I deserve it. Because I do, I do deserve happiness, I haven&apos;t done anything that should stop me from obtaining happiness. So I will. I&apos;m determined, I will not self-sabotoge anything anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all deserve to be happy too, you just need to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may bite me in the ass later, but it&apos;s not in my new philosophy to care. I&apos;m just really really happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo Amanda&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2008 01:50:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>What I feel.... just read. there might be something for you :)</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Have you ever seen a film that impacted your way of thinking so much that you feel like an entirely new person after&amp;nbsp;seeing it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;I have something to say to each and every one of you...&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just finished watching the movie &quot;Into the Wild&quot;, and I have no words to describe how I feel at this moment. What I feel is too big, too.... too much for words. It&apos;s only ever happened to me once, after seeing American Beauty, but I just feel like I have a new perspective on life. I feel like I&apos;ve just awoken from a dream, or just started living my life today. I don&apos;t&amp;nbsp;know, it&apos;s just so hard to explain, but I feel all kinds of everything at once and it&apos;s overwhelming, and I feel like I&apos;m going to cry but yet, I&apos;m happy. I don&apos;t know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life&amp;nbsp;just seems so much bigger than the petty issues I&apos;ve had in the past. Life is bigger than doing poorly in classes, or your best friend being away from you for 5 months, or not knowing how your future is going to work out. Life is bigger than having no boyfriend, shipper wars on fanforum and everything not happening the way you want it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is big. Life is major. Life is everything. It&apos;s all around us, and it&apos;s a part of us, and we&apos;re a part of it. It&apos;s not about having a bad day, or money or happy endings. It&apos;s about the choices you make and the relationships you have with other people. It&apos;s about trying to be happy in the best way *you* can, because only you can decide what makes *you* happy. Don&apos;t hesitate, don&apos;t worry, don&apos;t dwell on the things you can&apos;t change. Just do what you feel, feel as deeply as you can, and just live.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel like saying things to certain people. I don&apos;t know why, but I&apos;m following my impulse. I just feel a lot of love in my heart after seeing this film, and I want to share it. (Note, im only doing this for people who read this LJ account.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Laina - You&apos;re the best person I&apos;ve ever known. You have so much intelligence, wit, beauty, grace and independence in you. I admire you more than anyone, and I think in some way I&apos;ve always wanted to be you. I&apos;m not going to do that anymore, because I know I can never be you. I can only be me. But I still think you&apos;re an incredible person, and you&apos;re my very best friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Carrie - You&apos;re absolutely hillarious, and I feel like there&apos;s nothing I can&apos;t tell you. Your wit, sarcasm and snarkiness just light up my life and I think everytime you&apos;re around I can&apos;t help but smile because you make me happy. You&apos;re an amazing person, and you deserve so much more than you think you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patti - You&apos;re me. I&apos;ve never met anyone so similar to me in my entire life and I just think that&apos;s really cool. I just feel like anything I think or I&apos;m going through you&apos;ll understand better than anyone. You&apos;re so kindhearted, and funny, and just I can talk to you so easily. I love being around you, and I just feel like we connect so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen - You have such a quick wit, and intelligence to you. You&apos;re a problem-solver, and you always have the best ideas. I just admire your courage and intelligence and sense of self so much. It&apos;s like you know who you are, and you express yourself so eloquently. I just love that about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ley - You are such a unique, beautiful, delicate soul. You have a way with words that seems to flow through everyone, and around them, and it just envelopes them with your warmth and spirit. You&apos;re kind, loving and sincere, and your quirky sense of humour is like no other. Whenever you&apos;re around I always laugh because you just fill every room you enter with a sense of light, and life and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonna - You&apos;re a quiet sensitive type, and you don&apos;t open up easily, but when you do, you allow people in and let them see all the warmth and kindness and love you have to offer, and you have a lot to offer. While you don&apos;t say a lot, it&apos;s not because you don&apos;t have a lot to say, but because you like every word to count and mean something. And it always does. I respect you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David - I didn&apos;t know that guys like you existed. You&apos;re sweet, charismatic, friendly, affectionate and accepting. You truly love people for who they are, and accept everyone, flaws and all. Despite all the hard things you&apos;ve gone through in your life, you still approach every day with a optimism and kind lovingness. You just see the world as it is, and you live every day to the fullest. I really admire you because how you act, and how you live your life is how I want to be. When you care about someone, you care about them wholeheartedly, and you&apos;re pretty much the greatest friend around. Anyone would be lucky to call you a friend, and the girl who you choose to give your trust and love to will be pretty much the luckiest person in the world. You know how amazing I think you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krystin - You&apos;re such a funny, happy, crazy girl full of so much life and kindness and just a sense of fun. You&apos;re a beautiful person, and when you love or care about something you put your whole heart into it. I really admire that about you, and I know that whatever you decide to do in life, you will succeed, and you&apos;ll go so far, because that&apos;s just the kind of person you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanie - It amazes me what a kind, loving, compassionate, optimistic person you are. You&apos;re just a great human being, full of so much love in your heart, and you express yourself so beautifully when you write. Have you ever heard that expression &quot;old soul&quot;? well I think that&apos;s what you have. An old wise, softhearted, beautiful soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola - you are such a crazy, funny, silly, quirky wonderful person. You can always make me laugh with just one word, and you have an imagination like no other. Your spirit is so unique and I don&apos;t know.... it just shines like a star. You&apos;re a terrific human being, and you&apos;re just so loveable that I don&apos;t think it&apos;s possible for anyone to dislike you or get mad at you for any reason. You&apos;re that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sher -&amp;nbsp;You&apos;re really so sweet and so friendly that it&apos;s crazy. I&amp;nbsp;think you actually get along with everyone, which is a concept that just amazes me. You always have a kind word to say, or a funny quip, or a silly thought, or an inventive insight that no one&apos;s ever heard before. I just think you have a way with words, and you really get people or something, because you always know the exact right thing to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess&amp;nbsp;- You&apos;re such a sweet, silly, loveable soul and you&apos;re just so bold and confident. I really admire that about you. You know how to get through to people, and you&apos;re so likeable that they&apos;ll really listen, just because it&apos;s you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla - You&apos;re a crazy one, aren&apos;t you?! Bold, blunt, brainy and beautiful. I love your crazy sense of humour and the fact that you&apos;re not afraid to tell the truth to people, because usually you&apos;re right on. You are so talented, and I know you have a really bright future ahead of you, but you need to learn to believe in yourself more, because in the end, the only person you truly have is yourself. You have to love yourself, Kayla. You deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beverly - You are a remarkable woman. Intelligent, kind-hearted, witty, hillarious, honest. I sometimes forget that you are a mother with your own kids, because at times you feel like a 19 year old, young, free, and silly. But then other times, when your more nurturing side comes out, I remember that you are a mom, and I think what an amazing mother you must be to your kids. They are so blessed to have such a funny, wacky, sweet mother like you. You&apos;re kind of like the mother of all of us, and everytime I see you, I feel instant comfort. You&apos;re a wonderful human being, mumsy, with a beautiful soul, and I hope one day I end up like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Az - My soul-sistah. You&apos;re such a unique, hillarious, energetic, optimistic, witty, interesting, amazing person and you can entertain like no other. You have such a bright future in front of you, and I know that whatever you end up doing, you&apos;ll succeed in, because that&apos;s the kind of person you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadia - I don&apos;t get to see you near enough as I like, and I don&apos;t know you as well as I want to either, but whenever I see you, I get all happy and excited. You know why? Cause you&apos;re a really great person. You&apos;re funny, friendly, silly, well-spoken, witty, sweet, and just a really interesting human being. I really hope we can get to know each other even more because from what I&apos;ve seen you&apos;re a remarkable friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christy - You are such a graceful, well-spoken, sweet, witty person and you express yourself so well. I don&apos;t know you as much as I&apos;d like to, but from what I&apos;ve seen you&apos;re a great friend, and I know for a fact that you&apos;re a fantastic person, so I hope we can become even better friends over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay - I don&apos;t know you very well, but from what I&apos;ve seen, you&apos;re kindhearted, intelligent, and you have so much talent. I look forward to getting to know you better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I left anyone out, but I can&apos;t write to everyone I suppose.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love to all of you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 22 Mar 2008 03:01:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>and now i went and made the situation worse. :P</title>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;don&apos;t want to explain but let&apos;s just say, I have no resistance when it comes to guys I like, it&apos;s ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, thank you guys so much for the sweet comments of support but it&apos;s not him like... he didn&apos;t do anything wrong, and the conversation didn&apos;t go badly. It actually went well. I just didn&apos;t want to talk to him in the first place cause you know, it brings back old feelings, etc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate men. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love all of youuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugs and kisses all around*</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 21 Mar 2008 23:30:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>why why why why why do I do these things to myself.</title>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;I spoke to my ex boyfriend today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I was with for 10 months. The one I broke up with in November. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I swore I wouldn&apos;t talk to.... I wanted to like avoid forever, because I knew talking to him would do this to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m literally violently shaking... I can&apos;t stop....&amp;nbsp;and I feel like throwing up and I feel like I&apos;m about to cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dajfsygfgffdg.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD amanda. BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me something happy to cheer me up :(</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 16 Mar 2008 04:36:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Voice Post # 2</title>
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  <description>&lt;lj-phonepost dpid=&quot;932&quot; journalid=&quot;12172112&quot;&gt;&lt;/lj-phonepost&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I mentioned  before, I was trying to make voice posts, and each time I thought it wasn&apos;t working cause it would cut me off after about a minute, so here is my third attempt for you all to laugh at. I&apos;m talking about something different though. Snow. wooooooooo.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 16 Mar 2008 04:31:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Voice Post</title>
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  <description>&lt;lj-phonepost dpid=&quot;440&quot; journalid=&quot;12172112&quot;&gt;&lt;/lj-phonepost&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this was me attempting to make a voice post a few days ago :P didn&apos;t really work out well, or so I thought because it cut me off after a minute each time. So I thought i&apos;d share with you guys regardless so you can laugh at my plight and see what my voice sounds like. Enjoy!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2008 08:21:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>icons for your enjoyment</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;24 icons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 &lt;strong&gt;Camp!Hairspray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Misc (inside joke)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 &lt;strong&gt;Nikki Blonsky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 &lt;strong&gt;Zac/Nikki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;100&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lilmissmanda/pic/0000565y&quot; /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;100&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lilmissmanda/pic/0000b0x2&quot; /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;100&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lilmissmanda/pic/0000k0xa&quot; /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;100&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lilmissmanda/pic/0000q2xa&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Blofron &amp;gt; everything&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lilmissmanda/pic/0000yqd9/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;100&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lilmissmanda/pic/00001dc7&quot; /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;100&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lilmissmanda/pic/00003gwa&quot; /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;100&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lilmissmanda/pic/00002rk7&quot; /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;100&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lilmissmanda/pic/0000565y&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;100&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lilmissmanda/pic/00004k23&quot; /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;100&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lilmissmanda/pic/00006y9p&quot; /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;100&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lilmissmanda/pic/00007bfs&quot; /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;100&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lilmissmanda/pic/00008gyg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;100&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lilmissmanda/pic/0000arxc&quot; /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;100&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lilmissmanda/pic/0000cgws&quot; /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;100&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lilmissmanda/pic/0000b0x2&quot; /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;100&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lilmissmanda/pic/0000d0b9&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;100&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lilmissmanda/pic/000097g2&quot; /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;101&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lilmissmanda/pic/0000f4za&quot; /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;100&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lilmissmanda/pic/0000pzbq&quot; /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;101&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lilmissmanda/pic/0000etza&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;100&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lilmissmanda/pic/0000h787&quot; /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;100&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lilmissmanda/pic/0000q2xa&quot; /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;100&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lilmissmanda/pic/0000k0xa&quot; /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;100&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lilmissmanda/pic/0000r71x&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;100&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lilmissmanda/pic/0000sady&quot; /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;100&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lilmissmanda/pic/0000t3wh&quot; /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;100&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lilmissmanda/pic/0000ws9r&quot; /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;100&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lilmissmanda/pic/0000x5ck&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take whichever ones you want, just credit. No need to tell me which ones you take, I don&apos;t care, just tell me which ones you like for future reference. Haha. I only have like 8 days left in my photoshop trial so if anyone has any requests, just let me know! Give me the picture, what you want it to say, etc. Anyways... hope you all like them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Mar 2008 00:18:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Letter</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;I wrote this, about a year ago after a weird breakup. I thought I&apos;d share! Sorry if it&apos;s crappy, I&apos;m less than great at writing that isn&apos;t fanfic, and doesn&apos;t have witty fun dialogue. Haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;She was simply alone, with that horrible letter, and her beating, beating heart.&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;The Letter&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px&quot;&gt;He stood beneath a tree at the very center of many trees. She approached him cautiously but surely, trying not to crunch the leaves beneath her feet as she tip-toed delicately. She didn&apos;t really succeed very well, and could be heard from yards away. He, however, didn&apos;t even look at her. He just simply stood there, in the middle of the trees, underneath one seemingly special tree, gazing up at the stars. You could see it in his eyes-- he was searching for something. Tucking a piece of disheveled hair behind her ear, she continued on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she approached him, becoming closer and closer to his shadowed form, she began to feel her stomach rise and fall, rise and fall, with every small step. As she clutched her hands, squeezing ever so tight to urge herself on, she felt something in the palm of her right hand. It was a crumpled piece of paper, with messily scrawled writing. The one piece of paper that had started all of this. The one piece of paper she hated most in all the world, and yet the one she couldn&apos;t bring upon herself to let go of. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px&quot;&gt;She had found it as she arrived home, humming happily to herself, having just ended her day at school. It was shoved under a rock beside her front step. He hadn&apos;t simply placed it in the mail box - oh no, he would never do something as completely average and half-normal as that. As soon as she read it, she called his number and left a shakily soft voice message on his machine, asking him to meet her one last time, that very night. At least to have the decency for that. As soon as the message was recorded, she blindly and angrily headed into her room, and grabbed everything that reminded her of him. Every movie ticket, every letter, every present, every note and either stuffed them in the garbage can or ripped them up into tiny shreds. Pieces of paper which held so much meaning, and had been so treasured before, stating &lt;em&gt;&quot;I love you&quot;&lt;/em&gt; were simply just bits of paper now. &quot;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&quot;, &quot;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&quot; and &quot;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&quot; they each seperately read, scattered across her floor. Without each other, they were useless to her. Despite her riping rampage, she could not bear to part with this, the despised letter, whose ink was smudged from constant reading and teardrops. That letter was so &lt;em&gt;important&lt;/em&gt;, yet scrawled so carelessly by him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she clenched it in her fist, and without knowing it, had kept it by her side all night long. She had been filled with intense courage... anger... hurt... a nervous energy the entire night, desperately needing to tell him exactly what she thought of him. But as she spotted him now-- his blue-green eyes twinkling in the light of the moon, his hair so delightfully (and purposefully) messy; the vulnerable, introspective look on his face-- all the nerve she had stored up that day instantly left her side. She was simply alone, with that horrible letter, and her beating, beating heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, someway, she managed to work up the courage to say: &quot;You don&apos;t even know what love &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt;,&quot; defensively to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His expression did not change, and he didn&apos;t even glance in her direction. &quot;I suppose it seems like I don&apos;t,&quot; he said calmly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;If you loved me--&quot; she continued hotly, colour reaching her already rosy cheeks, &quot;You wouldn&apos;t do this to me-- you wouldn&apos;t do this to &lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt;.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Nothing&apos;s that simple,&quot; he said softly, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair. He left them there, just pushing his thick hair back from his face, as the wind blew, pulling in the opposite direction. A second or two went by, but it stretched out in front of her for all too long. &quot;Least of all, love,&quot; he continued finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She crossed her arms over her chest, not really knowing what to say to that. Perhaps he was right, but still. Still. &lt;em&gt;Still what?&lt;/em&gt; She struggled to put her thoughts into words.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Have you ever stopped to think,&quot; she said, her eyes suddenly filling up with hot tears. &quot;That maybe &lt;em&gt;you&apos;re&lt;/em&gt; the one who makes everything complicated.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yes,&quot; he said immediately. &quot;Honestly, I don&apos;t think I&apos;m meant for love,&quot; he continued thoughtfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Everyone&apos;s meant for love,&quot; she said easily, wiping her face with the back of her hand, covered by the sleeve of her cotton sweatshirt. She still had the letter clenched in her fist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;No,&quot; he said, taking a step closer to her. How could he be so confident? How could he just know, without a shadow of a doubt, so many things? How had this-- this &lt;em&gt;boy,&lt;/em&gt; come to have so many self-important ideals and concepts of the world and how it should be? This state of being of his, as he stood under the stars, her approaching him to see his face... his softly idealistic face, had been the most vulnerable state she had ever seen him in. &lt;em&gt;Was this all an act, or was it sincere?&lt;/em&gt; She suddenly realized that she couldn&apos;t trust him, and she had never been able to. She knew from the beginning that he could and would leave at any time, based on any little reason he thought up. That he would never be satisfied with just one person. He always had to be the one to take a step forward, get some space, move on, eventually.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at this precise second, this precise second in which all of this just ame to her, she decided she was &lt;em&gt;done&lt;/em&gt;. She was done with the games. She was done with the indecision. She was done with the complications. Life would never be easy, but it didn&apos;t have to be &lt;em&gt;this hard&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You know baby,&quot; he said, tucking the one piece of hair that would never just stay, behind her ear. &quot;I think there are just some people who are too fucked up to be able to give their hearts completely to somebody else.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took two steps back, but she did not stumble. Her footing was sure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Don&apos;t call me &lt;em&gt;baby&lt;/em&gt;,&quot; she said softly, but surely. He looked confused, and maybe a little hurt (although perhaps she was imagining it), and she continued. &quot;Everyone needs love. Including you-- no, especially you. I was that for you. You may not have realized it, and you might not realize it even now, but you need me. And some day, at one point, you&apos;ll realize it. You&apos;ll suddenly stop and go: &apos;I miss her. Fuck, did I &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; mess up.&apos; No one will feel sorry for you, except yourself, because it was the decision &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; made. You know, &lt;em&gt;baby&lt;/em&gt;, when I&apos;m gone, you&apos;ll miss the love that lit the shadows on your face.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, she walked away from him. He was ghostly pale and suddenly uncertain for the first time in all her memory. But even his calling out her name weakly, didn&apos;t make her turn back to him. She just kept on walking, not a single tear escaping her eyes. She would not give him any more of herself, not even a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropping the crumpled piece of lined paper behind her, she continued on, her hands suddenly free and open, and her heart clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He, on the other hand, stepped stiffly over to the abandoned letter, laying in the dirt. Lifting it up with shaky hands, he smoothed it out, recognizing his own hastily scribbled writing. It read: &lt;em&gt;&quot;Baby, I love you but I have to leave you. Please understand, and please forgive me. I&apos;m ending this here and now.&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a heavy sigh, he crumpled up the paper in his right hand. He looked again into the stars, his eyes searching even further into the universe now, wondering if maybe she was right. He held clutched in the palm of his left hand, &lt;em&gt;the letter&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2008 18:16:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>hatehatehatehatehate</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;I FUCKING HATE MY FUCKING NEIGHBOURS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously. I don&apos;t usually wish anyone harm, but I really would be quite happy to see them be seriously injured or dissapear off the face of the planet or something. THE MUSIC. They play the loudest music ever. It&apos;s horrible screamo and since they live right next door it leaks through my walls. It&apos;s been the bane of my existance for years now. I guess they have some kind of sound system that has really strong bass because it makes the walls BANG. I&apos;m not kidding. You can hear it so well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You try to sleep.... you can hear it. You try listening to soft music on your ipod... even really loud. YOU CAN STILL FUCKING FEEL THE VIBRATIONS THROUGH YOUR GOD DAMN PILLOW. It&apos;s like... I don&apos;t know what to do. I want to sleep or study but I can&apos;t do either cause you can&apos;t do either of those things with insanely loud obnoxious music playing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Any ideas on how I can get revenge?&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>banging on the fucking wall. dksfhsdfgdsg.</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2008 19:48:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>*wants to crush things*</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;People infuriate me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night, I was watching Gilmore Girls on DVD when my cousin messaged me from Mexico on my cell phone. She said something was wrong with my ex-boyfriend (who she/we call Pretentious Matt)&apos;s Facebook status. I came online to investigate and it said something like &quot;Matthew [insertlastnamehere] killed himself on February 21st 2008 at 23:30 pm&quot;. Yeah. I was FREAKING out. I tried IM-ing him, I tried commenting on his facebook, I tried everything. I was even contemplating calling him long distance, even though he lives in England and it would have woken up his whole family. Then when I was scouring his page for a glimpse of what might have caused such a depression, especially since I had just SPOKE to him on msn earlier that day, I noticed a comment on his wall from a friend that I hadn&apos;t seen before. He was like &quot;don&apos;t kill yourself, thats not cool&quot; and then later he commented again with something like &quot;oh i wasn&apos;t sure if it was an experiment or not&quot;. So I had it. This is what I said in return:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wait, was this some kind of experiment? I&apos;m reading your comments right now. You know what Matt? That&apos;s not fucking cool. I was really worried about you. Laina MESSAGED me about it, on my cell phone and asked about your status and so I came online to see what the hell was going on. I was so concerned that I considered calling your house to see what the hell was going on. This is not cool, it&apos;s fucking messed up. Maybe death is a &apos;ha-ha&apos; thing to you, but it&apos;s not to me. Words cannot describe how angry I am with you. I expect a full apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I fucking hate people. Seriously. *GRRRRR*&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>taylor swift - picture to burn</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">taylor swift - picture to burn</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 12:38:05 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I looooove romantic gestures! Even if they&apos;re joke ones, online!</title>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;Heehee. A delightful guy on Fanforum, who I&apos;ve tricked into proposing to me... (no really, I&apos;m just playing hard to get :P ... it&apos;s working) did so quite romantically. It&apos;s kinda tradition on our thread to marry each other, and so he worked really hard on my proposal. Ofc I accepted :P he can join my 9 wives, eventually. IF i marry him, IF (see? still playing hard to get)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;The proposal. How romantic!&quot;&gt;Anyways, this is what he made for me in the proposal. It was really cute and squee-worthy so I thought I&apos;d post it for you all to squee over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh240/sugarhigh_dave/Copyofscan0012.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*giggles and runs away*&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2008 23:21:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>uh... Hug Amanda in the Face?</title>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;First off, let me say that you guys are so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sorry I worried you. I didn&apos;t mean to, I&apos;m not used to people actually reading my LJ. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just being a bit overdramatic. Well at the time I was pretty upset, but I&apos;m ok now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I&apos;ve had rotten attendance for certain classes lately :P in two it&apos;s okay, I haven&apos;t missed much, everything&apos;s in the text. In one, well let&apos;s just say I went to study yesterday and most of the stuff we discussed in class that I wasn&apos;t there for, which will be on the midterm this friday, was not in the text. I freaked out, was very very upset and angry with myself, and I considered dropping the class. Though that would have sucked cause I wouldn&apos;t get a refund on the tuition money my mom paid.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I messaged my cousin on facebook for advice and she told me to ask someone for notes. So when I went to class yesterday, I did... I asked a girl for notes and I told her I&apos;d even pay for them, but she said, no it&apos;s okay, as long as you take notes for me when I&apos;m gone the week following reading week when I get my wisdom teeth out. And I agreed! So i got her notes photocopied and now I have them and everything will hopefully be okay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story here kids is, go to class and don&apos;t assume things :P hahaha. Anyways. I thank you all for your concern, and I love you guys! *hugs*</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2008 15:18:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Kick Amanda in the Face</title>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;I am such a damn idiot and I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID STUPID STUPID AMANDA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 02 Feb 2008 09:50:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Drabble-matic zikki drabbles :P hilarity, through and through</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Some super amusing things I created... from the &lt;a href=&quot;http://prillalar.com/drabbles/&quot;&gt;drabble-matic&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;It&apos;s hillarious. You should really try it out. Hahahaha. Anyways, enjoy reading all the different stories it created for me! They&apos;re quite amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Read more...&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Softly Tripping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nikki tripped along lovingly. She was on her way to meet her lover, Zac, for Valentine&apos;s Day. She smiled to see a goldfish hopping along, carrying a shoe in its mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki was almost on a cloud when she came across an amusing cake, lying alone on a romantic plate. &quot;That must be a treat from my silly bear,&quot; she said to herself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked loving, so she ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gave her the most bitchy tingling sensation in her heart. &quot;How unusual!&quot; she said and continued tripping to see Zac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Zac came out to meet her, he took one look and fell over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What is it?&quot; Nikki cried laughingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Your stomach! And your mouth!&quot; Zac said. &quot;They&apos;re delightful! Can&apos;t you feel it?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki felt her stomach and her mouth. They were indeed quite delightful. &quot;Oh, no!&quot; Nikki said. &quot;I&apos;m a man!&quot; She, or rather, he started to cry. &quot;It must have been that amusing cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I didn&apos;t leave you any cake,&quot; Zac said. &quot;I got you a crown. It must have been that sweet man who lives nearby. He acts a little thickly, ever since he danced a rose.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;But how can you ever love me, now that I&apos;m a man?&quot; Nikki sobbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, I never knew how to tell you this,&quot; Zac said playfully, &quot;but I actually prefer men. And I think your stomach is really melancholy like that.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Really?&quot; Nikki dried his tears. Nikki kissed Zac and it was an entirely pretty sensation, like a princess meeting her prince and living happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They spent the night having entirely pretty sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was rather awkward after that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Laughingly Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nikki and Zac were celebrating a loving Valentine&apos;s Day together. Nikki had cooked an amusing dinner and they ate on a cloud by candlelight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;My darling,&quot; Zac said, stroking Nikki&apos;s heart, &quot;I have something for you.&quot; He gave a box to Nikki. &quot;It is but a sweet token of my silly love.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki opened the box. Inside was a delightful rose! She gazed at it playfully. Then she gazed at Zac playfully. &quot;It&apos;s pretty,&quot; Nikki said. &quot;Come here and let me dance you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, a bitchy crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like a princess meeting her prince and living happily ever after. &quot;Your happiness will not last!&quot; she said in a melancholy voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zac read it. &quot;It&apos;s a page from a diary. It says...it says that you&apos;re my sister.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stared at each other thickly as the crone cackled some more. Nikki&apos;s stomach began to tremble. Then Zac shrugged, pulled out a shoe, and hit the crone on her mouth. She fell over dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Problem solved!&quot; Nikki said and kissed Zac lovingly. &quot;This is a romantic Valentine&apos;s Day!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They softly burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they danced each other all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&apos;m Dreaming Of A Romantic Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It was Christmas Eve. Nikki sat laughingly on a cloud, sipping amusing eggnog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at the silly rose hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Zac had hung it there, just before they looked at each other thickly and then fell into each other&apos;s arms and danced each other&apos;s stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I hadn&apos;t been so sweet, Nikki thought, pouring a delightful amount of rum into her eggnog. Then Zac might not have got so loving and left me all alone at Christmas time. She wiped away a bitchy tear and held her heart in her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a pretty voice lifted lovingly up in song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&apos;m dreaming of a romantic Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a princess meeting her prince and living happily ever after&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Nikki ran to the door. It was Zac, looking melancholy all over with snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I missed you playfully,&quot; Zac said. &quot;And I wanted to dance your stomach again.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki hugged Zac and started to sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I think you&apos;re drunk,&quot; Zac said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I think so too,&quot; Nikki said and they danced each other&apos;s stomach until they knocked the Christmas tree over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Day, they ate roasted goldfish mouth and lived softly until Nikki got drunk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Romantic Terror Of The Snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Zac and Nikki went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Zac hit Nikki in her heart with a big pretty iceball. It hurt a lot, but Zac kissed it playfully and then it was all better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they decided to make a snow man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;We&apos;ll make a really silly snow man!&quot; Zac said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Why don&apos;t we make a snow woman instead?&quot; Nikki said. &quot;That would be more melancholy and politically correct.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I know,&quot; Zac said. &quot;We can make a snow goldfish. That way, we don&apos;t have to worry about gender politics.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they rolled the snow up thickly and made an amusing snow goldfish. Zac put on a shoe for the mouth. The goldfish was almost as big as Nikki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;It looks sweet,&quot; Zac said laughingly. &quot;But it seems like it&apos;s missing something.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Here,&quot; Nikki said and held up a bitchy crown. &quot;I found this on a cloud.&quot; She put the crown onto the goldfish&apos;s head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the goldfish, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a princess meeting her prince and living happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki screamed lovingly and ran but the snow goldfish chased her until she tripped over a tree root. Then the snow goldfish danced her softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Nobody does that to my little Loving Rose,&quot; Zac screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow goldfish through the stomach. It fell down and Zac kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You saved me!&quot; Nikki said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crown lay in the yard until a delightful child picked it up and took it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Amusing Occurrence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nikki paced up and down, jiggling her stomach. Her very good friend, Mary Sue Crown, had arranged to meet her here on a cloud. &quot;I have something bitchy to tell you,&quot; she had said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Sue Crown was late, which was very unlike her. Any moment now, Nikki expected to see her bounce up, her melancholy hair streaming behind her and her silly eyes aglow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki heard footsteps, but they seemed rather sweet for a delicate and delightful girl like Mary Sue Crown, whose tread was loving. She turned around and found Zac staring at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What are you doing here?&quot; Zac said softly. &quot;I thought you said you didn&apos;t want to see me again.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki had said that, but now she was beginning to wish she hadn&apos;t acted so laughingly. &quot;Mary Sue Crown asked to meet me here.&quot; As she gazed at Zac, her mouth began to throb lovingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oh,&quot; Zac said, playfully. &quot;I&apos;ll just go then.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Wait,&quot; Nikki said and caught Zac by his heart. &quot;I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yes,&quot; Zac said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, like a princess meeting her prince and living happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From behind a rose, Mary Sue Crown watched with a pretty light in her romantic eyes. She took a list out of her pocket, and checked off &quot;Nikki/Zac&quot;. Then, she skipped off to help an embittered man find love again, just as soon as she&apos;d saved the goldfish from extinction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Shoe In Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;On a melancholy and silly morning, Nikki sat on a cloud. It was Valentine&apos;s Day and she was all alone. Her mouth ached in sorrow for the secret love that she could never share. How could she expect Zac to love someone with a romantic heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playfully, she began to recite a poem she had composed. &quot;Ah, my love is like a loving delightful rose, all on a summer&apos;s day. I wish my Zac would dance me, in his own sweet way...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Do you?&quot; Zac sat down beside Nikki and put his hand on Nikki&apos;s stomach. &quot;I think that could be arranged.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki gasped softly. &quot;But what about my romantic heart?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I like it,&quot; Zac said thickly. &quot;I think it&apos;s pretty.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came together and their kiss was like a princess meeting her prince and living happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I love you,&quot; Nikki said laughingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I love you too,&quot; Zac replied and danced her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bought a goldfish, moved in together, and lived lovingly ever after.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2008 10:17:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Eight Random Facts. (ive been meaning to do this for like 2 weeks now)</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ccff&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Each blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;* At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight Random Facts about Me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love drinking. Not necessarily alcohol but beverages in general. I like pretty much everything. I like it ice cold with tons and tons of ice cubes... filled to the brim with ice cubes. And I never sip. I gulp. I usually finish drinks in about a minute or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a thing for fairy tales. The whole old fashioned idea of a princess meeting her prince charming, with mystical creatures and all that. I just think it&apos;s fascinating. It&apos;s probably the whole magic thing too. I always fancied myself a princess as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have this weird ability where I can understand someone within minutes of conversing with them. Even on the internet. For instance, if I mention this to them, they&apos;ll probably go &quot;okay well tell me about me&quot; and I will. I&apos;ll give insights into what I think is their &quot;true self&quot; (whatever that is) and I&apos;ve been told that it&apos;s weird and crazy how accurate I am. I&apos;ve been told this at least 8 times :P haha. I dont know, I guess I just read people well. I love people. They fascinate me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ccff&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;4. I&apos;m a total drama nerd. I love watching theatre, but most of all being involved in theatre. If I see someone acting, I always think to myself &quot;I could do that better&quot;. Recognizable parts I&apos;ve been cast as include The Queen in Snow White &amp;amp; Viola in Shakespeare&apos;s Twelfth Night. I&apos;ve been involved in over 10 productions.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ccff&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;5. I have periods of obsession, where I&apos;ll be super into something. Like watching a TV show on DVD, or playing the Sims, or enjoying discussing the finer points of the Golden Compass online, but then I always get sick of it and lose interest. Could be obsessed for a year, could be a week, could be a month, but it always happens in the same way. Total obsession, gets sick of it, moves on.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ccff&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;6. I have a huge fear of death. I mean randomly I think of it and it just scares me. The thought that woah... sometime I won&apos;t exist. I don&apos;t know if I believe in God or heaven or whatever so what if it&apos;s just emptiness? I want to be here forever. I want to be here for every movie, every piece of news, everything. I know that&apos;s not a popular opinion but I do. I want to live forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Lately I&apos;ve gotten so into art and travelling. I&apos;ve never really been outside of Canada, but I want to. I want to go to Greece and Italy and France and Spain and Australia and England and all of these places. I really want to look at all the art and history and culture and such. My favourite artists include Turner, Titian, Monet and Botticelli. Especially Botticelli. Birth of Venus FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I am a total FREAK when it comes to sleeping. I get insomnia so often. My preferred hour to go to sleep is like.. 5 am. And I like to wake up at around 4. I don&apos;t like going to sleep. But once I&apos;m asleep, I can sleep for 14 hours... don&apos;t want to get up. I&apos;m a freak, I know. Plus I need a fan on when I sleep (im addicted to the whrrrrring sound) even in freezing cold winter (lol) and I need it to be pitch black. Oh and I sleep with 4 pillows. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag all of you dammit! cause im lazy and cause I think most people have done this, so I want others to. Haha.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 24 Jan 2008 04:07:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I Remember: Chapter Fifteen</title>
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  <description>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;&quot;&gt; I remember&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;Chapter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;&quot;&gt; 15/15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;Chapter Title:&lt;/b&gt; The End Has No End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; lilmissmanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Zikki&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;Word count:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;&quot;&gt; 3,170&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;Previous chapters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;&quot;&gt; found &lt;a href=&quot;http://lilmissmanda.livejournal.com/5454.html&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. You must be a zikkishrine member to see :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;&quot;&gt; I do not own anything or anyone; this is just for my pure enjoyment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;For first time readers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;&quot;&gt; Please read the other chapters first! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;Chapter Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;&quot;&gt; Pure and unabashed love, mixed in with some memories from the past for flavor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot; style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Chapter Fifteen: The End Has No End&quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;I Remember&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;A/N:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt; This final chapter is dedicated to my people at FF, I won’t name all of you because there are so many, and I’ll leave someone out. But I want to give a special thank you to my late-night pal KRYSTIN!!! who encouraged me to join FF in the first place and Carrie, my “publicist”, who has been my rock and a true inspiration through the story! I love you all so much!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;Chapter Fifteen: The End Has No End&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;As they walked off stage, Zac was greeted with a great number of high-fives, pats on the back and “way to go man!”s from fellow actors as well as crew members. As embarrassed as Zac was for possibly making a fool of himself on national television, as well as in front of the biggest group of A-list celebrities he had been a part of, he didn’t care. Nikki was holding his hand, and they both wore incredibly huge grins—that was all that mattered to him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;They headed over to Adam, Queen Latifah and Elijah, who were grouped together talking and laughing. “Hey love birds!” called Adam. “You better take good care of my girl, Zefron, you hear? I know where you work!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;Zac laughed. “I will, I promise.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;“Man!” Elijah exclaimed, pounding fists with Zac. “Boy, you had me worried for a while there. Glad to see you made the right choice with our Nikki B!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;Just then shouts rang out from down the hall. “Excuse me miss? What are you doing?” was heard.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;“Out of my way! I’m with the Hairspray cast! Move! Seriously! That doesn’t look like you moving! Still not movi—thank you!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;Amanda Bynes dashed into view, sliding across the floor to a halt as she spotted her cast, and she made a beeline for them. “It’s a bitch running in heels!” she yelled. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;“Manda!” Nikki exclaimed happily, her arms open wide.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;“Nik!” Amanda raced right into her arms, giving Nikki a huge hug. “I’m so happy for you,” she whispered into Nikki’s ear. “I had to run backstage to tell you. Really Nik, so happy.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;“Thanks,” Nikki said, pulling back to smile at her best friend. “Were you a part of this Manda? This whole charade just screams devious Amanda Bynes plan!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;“Maaaaybe!” Amanda grinned. “Remember hearing about Zac’s little altercation with Vanessa, even though you refused to listen to any details surrounding the story?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;“Uh huh.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;“Well... let’s just say that I may have had something to do with Zac finding out about that bitch tampering with your e-mails and letter.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;“Oh really?” Nikki grinned.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;“And… I might have punched her in the face!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;Nikki let out a laugh. “What?! Amanda!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;“Well she’s a bitch Nikki. I know you’re all against violence and stuff, but the ho had it coming…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;“I was going to say,” Nikki replied, laughter dancing in her eyes. “You should have waited for me! If I knew there was gonna be some Vanessa ass-kicking I would have liked to have been a part of it, okay?! Jeez!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;Everyone laughed, but none as hard as Zac. How had he survived without Nikki in his life for so long?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;***&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;“Mama, can we feed the ducks now?!” Zac asked with wide-eyed excitement.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;“Sure baby,” she took Zac’s hand and helped him up, dusting the sand off his blue denim overalls. They walked over to a group of ducks, in a small pond, and Starla retrieved a bag of breadcrumbs from her purse. She handed him a handful of crumbs and watched with a motherly smile as he spread the crumbs around to all the ducks, making sure they each had some to eat. Only five years old and already he was a caring boy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;“Ma?” he asked her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;“Yes Zac?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;“I decided what I wanna be when I growed up,” he stated proudly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;“And what’s that?” she asked, expecting a traditional answer like a fireman or train conductor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;“A… a… ac-tor!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;“An actor?!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;“Ya, making movies!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;“How do you know about actors Zac?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;“Someone told me. You get to play dress up and pretend all day. Dress up is my favorite game.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;Starla laughed. “Well I suppose you do.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;“Mom, know what else I wanna do when I growed up?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;“What?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;“I wanna marry a girl.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;“You want to marry a girl huh?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;“Yeah.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;“But I thought girls had cooties!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;“Not anymore.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;“So what does this girl have to have to marry my Zac?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;“She has to be nice and funny and… and smart.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;“Well Zac, I’m sure you’ll find the nice, funny, smart girl you want to marry when you least expect it!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;“Why?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;“Because that’s how love works.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;***&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;“Nikki?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;“Yeah?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;“You’re the girl I want to marry someday.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;Nikki paused and placed a bookmark at the page of the novel she was reading. She smiled down at Zac who was nestled in bed beside her. “Well thank you,” she said softly. “But where did that come from?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;“Just thinking…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;“About…?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;“When I was a kid. My first memory… I was feeding ducks with my mom and I told her I wanted to be an actor when I grew up. Then I told her I wanted to marry a girl,”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;Nikki laughed. “Well I’m sure that was an interesting conversation,”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;“I told her,” Zac continued, smiling at his own thoughts. “I told her that I was going to marry someone who was nice, funny and smart, and she told me that I would find this girl when I least expected it.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;Nikki simply smiled at Zac.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;“And you’re that girl,” he replied, drawing her closer to him and kissing her on the mouth. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;“Well you’re that boy,” Nikki replied against his mouth, softly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;***&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;Nikki was taking a break from her calculus homework, as she flipped through the TV channels. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Hey! Stop there! WWE!” her brother exclaimed from the opposite couch.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“You wish,” retorted Nikki. “I have the remote, and therefore, the say.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Whatever,” he mumbled with a roll of his eyes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Nikki continued flipping past the food network, CNN and MTV. Finally something caught her eye, and she paused. There was a gorgeous guy on her screen, bouncing a basketball along with several other guys, while singing a terribly cheesy song. Despite the cheesy song, and despite all the other guys, Nikki’s eyes went straight to him, her breath caught in her throat. She was enchanted. He had floppy light brown hair that hung in front of his gaze and the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen. They almost seemed to twinkle.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Nikki, earth to Nikki!” her brother exclaimed. “Why are we on this crap?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Who… who’s that guy?” Nikki asked quickly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Oh the girly boy in the middle?” he replied. “That’s… Zac…. Afron? Or something? This is that lame High School Musical movie that’s been replayed on Disney channel at least eighty times and all the girls in my school are obsessed with.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“He… he’s…you know? I think he’d be perfect to play Link!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“In that musical you tried out for?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Yeah, I mean… look at him. Doesn’t he exude heartthrob?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“I guess. Well, yeah I mean all the girls like him.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“He’s perfect,” Nikki said with a dazed smile.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Okay, well Nikki, sorry to break it to you but I doubt the studio would take your suggestion seriously.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Shut up,” she replied, her eyes still fixed on his dancing form. “I just… I have a feeling about him.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;***&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Actually,” Nikki laughed. “I pretty much hand-picked Zac for the role of Link!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Did you?” Al Roker asked with a smile. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Yeah,” Nikki replied, reaching out to hold Zac’s hand. “I was watching TV with my brother before I even knew I had the job, and I saw this really good looking, talented guy singing and dancing on screen! I told my brother that I thought he was perfect for Link! Well… and just perfect in general,” Nikki said with a sheepish smile.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Yeah even then she was crazy,” Zac teased, bringing her hand up to his mouth as he gave it a kiss.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Well,” Nikki retorted. “It takes someone crazy to love a crazy person!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Zac laughed as he leaned over, giving Nikki a lingering kiss on the mouth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Okay you two,” Al cut in laughing himself. “Why don’t you promote the show?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Alright,” Zac smiled, as he turned to face the camera. “Hairspray, the musical starring myself, Nikki, John Travolta, Queen Latifah, and many other notable cast members from the motion picture opens New Years day! Check it out!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“And we’re clear! Thanks Nikki and Zac!” a producer called.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“You dork,” Nikki laughed as she got up from the couch they shared on the set of the Today Show. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“What?!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“The kiss Zac! On national TV!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“What, is it a crime for a guy to kiss his girlfriend? Besides, we’ve done it once before,” he smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Only this time it wasn’t a dare.” And he kissed her again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;***&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;There was a knock at the door and Nikki went over to answer it, full of pent up anticipation. There was Zac, a smile on his face and a dvd clutched in his hands.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Hey babe,” he said with an easy smile, leaning over to give Nikki a warm hug. How she lived for these hugs. It made every moment of stress before he arrived worth it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Hey!” she exclaimed. “What do you have there Mr. Efron?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Why I do believe it’s a DVD, Miss Blonsky,” Zac replied. “At least I think that’s what the kids are calling it these days.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She shook her head with a smirk. They had only known each other for three weeks but already they bantered like an old married couple. “What I meant to say,” she said. “Is which DVD do you have there kid?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Oh so I don’t even get the Mr. Efron now Nikki? I’ve been reduced to kid?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Nikki nodded with a coy smile.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Oh no,” Zac clutched his heart. “That hurts Nik. It really hurts. Oh well… guess you don’t wanna watch the copy of Mary Poppins I found!” he exclaimed, pulling the DVD out from behind his back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Nikki gasped. “Gimme Gimme!” she exclaimed, reaching for it as Zac held it high over her head. “Hey, that’s not fair!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Zac laughed. “Well I don’t know Nikki. Now that you injured my poor little heart and all.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Nikki smirked up at him, her hands on her hips. “What do you want Efron?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Pay the toll,” Zac asked, leaning forward, pointing at his cheek.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Nikki laughed and with a roll of her eyes, leaned forward and gave him a kiss on his gorgeous face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Zac grinned happily and handed over the DVD. “So worth it.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Yay!” Nikki was really excited now. They grabbed the popcorn Nikki had made, along with the sodas and sat down on her hotel room couch to watch her all time favorite movie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Just as the movie began, Zac leaned close to Nikki’s face. “What?” she asked nervously. Was he about to kiss her?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“An eyelash,” he whispered, his breath warm against her skin. Nikki couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel for that breath to become hotter and hotter as he drew closer and finally kissed her. But Zac didn’t kiss her that day; instead he delicately touched, just under her eye, with his finger, lifting the offending follicle back away from her face. “An eyelash,” he repeated quietly, the small black hair a contrast against the skin on his index finger. “Make a wish and blow,” he breathed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Nikki wished with all her might, as she blew softly. Her wish would probably never come true, but it didn’t hurt a girl to try.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As they settled in to watch the film, Nikki was having trouble concentrating. She was hyper-aware of the gorgeous creature sitting right next to her, their legs touching, and it was making her nervous. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Nikki’s palms were starting to sweat so she moved to wipe her hand on her jeans, but then suddenly she felt a warmth enveloping her fingers. It took her a moment, but Nikki realized that she felt Zac’s hand closing around hers, lacing their fingers together.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Focused on keeping her eyes on the screen, Nikki swallowed the saliva that was caught in her throat. She almost blew her cover when a gasp practically escaped her throat, as Zac’s thumb slowly caressed the skin of her palm, back and forth, back and forth. It was soothing, and Nikki finally felt herself relaxing, as she leaned back onto the couch, Zac’s hand in hers, enjoying her moment of connection with this boy she already loved. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Nikki found herself thinking of the wish she had made on her eyelash, as she smiled knowingly to herself. Maybe wishes really did come true. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;***&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Zac’s eyelashes fluttered as he slowly opened his eyes, the sunlight streaming in through the window. He glanced at the clock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute=&quot;0&quot; hour=&quot;14&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;Two pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt; He smiled to himself. Well they didn’t get much sleep last night. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Stretching his arm, he yawned, turning over to look at Nikki, lying next to him, still fast asleep, breathing softly. There was a small smile playing at her lips, and Zac wondered if she was dreaming of him. He reached out, softly brushing a strand of brown hair from her face, simply smiling at the sight of her. He never dreamed he could love someone this much, but he had always wished for it. Perhaps wishes came true sometimes. He rubbed her soft bare shoulder, enjoying the feeling of his skin on hers as he reminisced about the night before. They hadn’t expected it, planned for it or even discussed it, but after they came home from seeing Beauty and the Beast on Broadway, to their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt; apartment, they made love for the first time. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was everything Zac expected it to be and more. Since it was Nikki’s first time, it was painful for her at first, but they ended up making love twice that night. Their bodies were exhausted afterwards, but their minds awake, so they chatted a bit, snuggling, soon falling into loving silence, gazing into each other’s eyes for hours, with only a word out loud, here and there. They didn’t need words; their eyes spoke for themselves and were able to convey all they wanted to say. &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;I love you&lt;/i&gt;, their eyes told. &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;I’m so happy with you&lt;/i&gt;, they said. &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;I want to spend every night like this&lt;/i&gt;. Their eyes continued inaudible conversations until finally Nikki and Zac fell asleep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Zac smiled, wishing he was able to look into his beautiful girlfriend’s eyes once more. What would they tell him today? He hummed a melody to himself, the lower register of his voice rumbling, as he caressed her arm. Nikki’s eyes slowly opened, and she smiled at him, without saying a word. She blinked a few times, and when she seemed more awake, she gazed into his eyes humming along with him to a very familiar tune, their voices naturally harmonizing. ‘Come so far’ always was their song, after all. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;***&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;“Nikki and Zac, you’re on in a minute,” Adam called over. Nikki gulped nervously. This was the first time she and Zac would kiss on camera… how embarrassing. She hoped it wouldn’t be too obvious that this wasn’t their first time sharing a lip-lock, but Adam was quite all-knowing, so he at the very least would be able to tell. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Alright, we’re ready for you!” Nikki began to walk center stage where their big finale kiss was to take place.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Don’t worry,” Zac whispered in her ear, as he squeezed her hand. “It’s no big deal. Just pretend like we’re alone and you’ve pulled me into a room somewhere. That seems to get you going.” He grinned.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Nikki laughed. “Okay.” She turned to face him, looking up into his eyes, and immediately she felt reassurance and warmth. She really wanted to tell him about his effect on her, but she was worried that it would come out sounding creepy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Whenever you’re ready!” Adam yelled.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Nikki nodded in his direction. “Cue actors, cue dancers, cue camera! Action!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;All around them, people began to dance.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Adam started the countdown, giving them their cue to kiss.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“3….. 2…. 1…. Go!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Her surroundings became blurred and the sound drained from Nikki’s ears. It was so quiet, so blurry; all she could see were Zac’s blue, blue eyes. As he inched his face closer to hers, Nikki felt excitement building up in her stomach, until finally it happened. They kissed, and to Nikki, it was no longer just a blur. Time stopped completely. He deepened the kiss, unexpectedly slipping her tongue, but Nikki played along, pleased to be kissing this elusive man she loved, period.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Then gradually time sped up, shapes became recognizable again, and there was a sudden surge of music all around. Their faces parted, him giving her sweet little smooches, as they laughed awkwardly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Cut!” Adam yelled. “Great job guys, really believable.” He grinned in their direction as Nikki and Zac laughed some more.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Now that wasn’t so bad,” he said smiling down at her, as he took her hand, squeezing it in his.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Zac, kissing you is never bad,” Nikki replied with a laugh.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;***&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“You’re incredible,” he murmured into her ear, as she smiled joyfully.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“You’re only saying that because you want to get some tonight,” Nikki laughed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“No… well yes,” he grinned. “I do want to get some. But you are incredible. I’m a very lucky guy.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Well I’m a lucky girl,” she whispered onto his shoulder, as she stroked the hair at the top of his neck. They were slow dancing, something they knew how to do very well together, and their bodies moved in perfect synchronicity.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“I love this song,” he mumbled, kissing her bare shoulder. They were dancing to You and Me by Lifehouse. An older song, but still a favorite of theirs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Well you should love it,” she replied softly. “You chose it.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“I chose you too, remember?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Well what can I say, Efron. You make a lot of good choices.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“You know what’s funny?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Hmm?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Remember that letter you wrote me? The one I had to dig through trash to find?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Nikki laughed softly. “How could I forget? I’m just glad Amanda had a camera on her phone so I could see you later, covered in trash.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Ha-ha,” Zac replied dryly. “But the letter, specifically. Remember what you said to me?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Not every word, no,” Nikki retorted. “That was five years ago.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“I do,” he said, as he twirled her around. “You said you wanted to kiss me in public without being dared. We’ve done that.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Nikki giggled. “We’ve done that several times.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Zac grinned. “You said you wanted to stay up all night staring into each other’s eyes. Well that’s happened more than once.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“It has.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“You said you wanted to make love,” he mumbled into her ear, his breath hot on her neck. “And wake up next to each other in the morning.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“We’ve certainly done that many, many times,” Nikki whispered, her voice strained with sudden longing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Mmmm…” he moaned softly. “And…” he continued quietly. “Remember the last one?” he paused. “You said you…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Nikki cut in, looking up into his eyes, as hers filled with tears. “…wanted to dance with you at our wedding. I did say that.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Well Mrs. Efron, look where we are,” he smiled, motioning to all of the guests who watched the bride and groom, Zachary and Nicole, completing their first dance as husband and wife.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Zac?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Yeah?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Can we keep on doing all of that, for the rest of our lives?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Yes, Nikki,” he whispered, his forehead touching hers as he gazed into those eyes he so cherished. “Yes we can.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;***&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The End.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;A/N:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt; Hope you guys enjoyed my fic as much as I enjoyed writing it for you. This is the only long piece of fiction that I’ve ever completed, so I’m rather proud of myself. Thank you all for being a part of it. I love each and every one of you. Reviews are always appreciated! Don’t be sad. This is not the ending, only the beginning! I have a new story coming out and hopefully you guys will check it out, love it and get hooked on it as well! Let me know what you think…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;A preview for my next Fic entitled…&lt;/font&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Camp!Hairspray” :&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot; style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA&quot;&gt;It’s 2010, and the cast of the Hairspray film is reuniting to star in a live on-stage run&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;for a two month period! Adam Shankman who is co-producing and co-directing the production wants to whip their butts into shape so he’s arranged for the high-profile cast to do dance, voice and stage rehearsals for four months in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot; style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA&quot;&gt;Utah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot; style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA&quot;&gt; in what he likes to call “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot; style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA&quot;&gt;Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot; style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot; style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA&quot;&gt;Hairspray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot; style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA&quot;&gt;”. The cast is excited to spend time together, even if it requires sleeping in log cabins and eating their meals in a group dining hall. However, one little issue threatens the group harmony and peace. Zac Efron. Ever since he brought his girlfriend Vanessa Hudgens to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot; style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA&quot;&gt;Palm Springs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot; style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA&quot;&gt; awards, the rest of the cast has been edgy towards him. His fame has only risen since Hairspray, appearing in 5 High school Musical movies total, not to mention a number of other notable films, and it seems like the celebrity has gone to his head. Everyone is wary of that elusive Zac Efron kid, and his selfish attitude, but what will happen when they’re all stuck in a camp together for 4 months? Nikki finds out first hand that in the case of Zac Efron, some things are perhaps not what they seem…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <description>I saw&amp;nbsp;Laina for the last time alone tonight before she leaves for Mexico. Five whole months. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whimper*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss her so much.</description>
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  <lj:music>beautiful night- the go find</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">beautiful night- the go find</media:title>
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