Not Enough Songs Out There Titled Brooke

Dear Someone,
I would think it would extreamly romantic if a guy wrote a song for me, don't you agree? Something pretty and beautiful. Something you would never get tired of listening to. But that's probably not gonna happen. . . But hey! This year for Halloween I'm going to be a princess who knows!? I might ACTUALLY meet my prince charming :D (ok... The princess thing is not set in stone BUT I'm pretty sure I'm going to do that) but either way I would be pretty happy if Price McDreamy pulled out his sexy guitar and started playing a beautiful baled that was met JUST for me and only me(:
But also havent you noticed there are....
Not Enough Songs Out There Titled Brooke

Me and My Sister Talkin a Mile a Minute

Dear Someone,

OK! Brief explanation of what the heck this is. So, One day me and my sister are sitting at our kitchen table one morning.  My mother sitting with us.  Me and mt sister are talking like we normally do. Pretty much a mile a minute. And as we are done talking my mom opens her Laptop just a little more. She got slightly bored and started to write down the things we were saying. Some people might say thats weird. Me on the other hand thought it was hilarious! SO. Here is me and my sister conversation pretty much exactly. My mom missed a few things because me and my sister talked so fast. So it might not make total sense. But hey she did a pretty good job. . . Yeah also. NAMES HAVE BEEN CHAGED.. I don't know anyone named Alice. so. Yes just letting y'all know.

"Aw, she’s so cute.  She’s really hyper all the time. I love her.  She said, 'You said it like you were being mean. She thinks that you like Mike' .. Are you serious?  He’s mean."

"Anyway, yesterday at the dance, like this kid told me a while ago that he likes me.  His cousin. Yeah. You’re really pretty.  He was like yeah.  Kim. You look pretty too.  I was on the phone.  I used a friends phone.  Any who.He like taps me on the shoulder.  Good. Good. Hows Kim.  I like you a lot more.  I know she likes you.  So I am going to find my friend Bri, so bye."

 "Doesn't really matter."

"Oh my gosh, you look so pretty.  You look good. I really like my hair.  You’re hair is so short.  Alice looks so pretty.  I loves her dress. It was ruffly on one side  She had her hair up."

"Adam texted me.  He asked how it was.  I said it was really cool."

"I am free as a bird.  Sing it to the world, man."

"I told her to at least call him.  He agreed to it.  So all these people said I can’t believe you did it over a text." 

"Did you hear her laugh last night?   It freaked us out!
All of us, we screamed and jumped.  I think it was Kimmy.  It was the creepiest laugh I have ever heard in my laugh.  I liked jumped.  I am sorry that happened."

"Josey is really nice.  Just thought of saying that again.  We were both talking about it."

"We say hi randomly.  It’s not like I said anything to her.   I just stopped sitting by her."

"So anyways, I was at the mall.  I went by nordstrom.  You looked really pretty.  I like your dress.  I sprayed on sample on me.  You smell really good.  I said thank you."

"Kimmy you smell really good.  She said thank you.  I said your welcome and walked away."

"You smell really good.  I shall take that as a compliment.  How can you not take it as a compliment.  I don’t know."

"Prickly, Prickly"

"Laura was like.  This girl, she ran into me...ow."

"I don’t know what happens with them.  I stopped following their little drama pattern.(hahaha love that!)  They hang out all the time.  I don’t know what’s up.  Yeah." 

"He is SO cute. So cute!  Laura’s older brother.  He really looks like someone." 

"Laura.. They have the same eyes." 

"Oh well they look similar  It’s not like I am attracted to Laura or anything."

"I was like hi.  She gave me a hug.  Umm I think he is coming later with Collin.  Do you know Collin?"

"Did they have fun at the dance?  I don’t know.  I didn’t really hang around them."

"Every Time  I look at them, it’s weird.  It messes up my brain a little bit. Like whoa.  I thought he was a senior!  One of his friends had cheated on her.  She told me about it like two days go.  Like I kept seeing him dance with this other chick."

And thats as much as my mom got. HA yes this is so lame but hey! Nothing else has really gone on in my life interesting enough to blog about. SO! yes.

Me and My Sister Talkin a Mile a Minute

There is Always At Lest One Girl Crying in the Corner at a Dance.

Dear Someone,
ALRIGHT! again. Not another short story. Sorry if you really wanted one. Next one probably will be one... Just letting you know!
SO! Homecoming.  It's tonight. WOO FUN! :D I'm excited.  And no. Not cause I think I'm gonna make some magical connection with a guy and dance the night away with him.. (OK. Only til 11pm... so technically not dancing the night away.... but I think you get what I mean) No. I'm excited because we get to dress up all fancy! You know the dress, the shoes, the hair, the make up, everything! I love it.  It's always fun! Totally makes you feel pretty which is always a nice change of pace from the normal drabness of your wardrobe lately.
Yet, no matter what you do! Drama always unfolds at these things.... Why? I don't know I ask my self every single time a dance rolls around. Why must it always happen at a dance!? I mean like three days before your life was as boring as dry toast with NOTHING going on.  Then the night of a dance.  BAM! Everything boils over and turns to crap and you end up crying in the bathroom, ruining your makeup you worked so hard on.
Isn't that just awesome?? haha.. No.  
It's also really awkward when you are having a great time and then you walk in the bathroom and see like three girls surrounding one who is crying her eyes out.  Big black mascara filled tears running down her face, streaking her cheeks black.  Aw... I hate that! Makes your heart hurt to see it.  You really really want to help but also don't want to over crowd the poor child.
Who wants like 20 girls come up and asking them a million questions like "What happened?!" "Are you ok?!" or my favorite "Who do you want me to punch in the face?!"  Yes, all this means this mob of people care but when they are all asking questions at the same time its confusing.  The girl crying probably just wants to scream because there is no way to answer them all at once.  Too stressful. Very unpleasant if you ask me. 
But, stuff happens and yes it sucks but its not like you planned that.  You can never really plan things for homecoming night.  You may be planning to finally dance with the guy you like but, he's off with some other chick. Or hey who knows. You might be like me, planning on the practical and expecting to just dance around with you're friends but who knows.  A twist of fate can happen and you meet you're prince charming, the other half to your heart, the peanut butter to your jelly... Ha yeah the chances of that second one at slim to none. But hey, You never know. But no matter what.  If it's you or someone else...
There is Always That One Girl Crying In the Corner at the Dance.

So There Is My RANDOM THOUGHT OF THE DAY :D ... Yeha I'm Not Going to be Doing This Every Day

Dear Someone,
Ok. Not short story. Just letting you know(: ahead of time.


You know, walking down the hallways of a very crowded high school you always over hear little bits and pieces of peoples conversations.  But in my... What, almost two months of my sophomore year I have pretty much averaged out the main two words people say.  The first word.. I shall not say on here because its a bad word *GASP* (starts with an f, just in case you were dying to know)
The second is the word "Hot"and no. They are not talking about the weather out side.  They are talking about that kid in their MathEnglishScienceAndWhatEverOtherClassesThereAre class.  So hearing all this I pretty much  know who they are talking about. If its a bunch of girls talking it's always the popular guys.  Yes. One or two of them are mighty fine BUT they are so full of them self it's not even worth waisting you time on crushing on them.
Also. You hear people saying they think that some one you are extremely close to is hot.
So this guy I am gonna name..... Ray. He has been in a few of my classes sense sixth grade.  I have always thought he was kinda cute.  This year I thought I could maybe have a smidge of a chance to get Ray to FINALLY notice me... Then I hear he thinks my friend is hot. Well, that makes you just want to sit at you're desk and doodle broken hearts all over my notebook. Ok, that was a lie. That would be a little over kill over a guy you have a ittybittytinny crush on.  Yet, he still thinks your friend is hot and still has no idea you are even there.
Sitting at the computer thinking of all this you realise non of you're friends run up to you saying they heard this guy thinks your hot  or attractive... Yet you can specifically remember doing that for them...  Hmm.... Something about doesn't seem fair does it.
WAIT! before you brake out the Ben&Jerry's Ice Cream and pop Sleepless in Seattle into the DVD player stop and think.
These guys are hearing just saying your friends are hot, just judging them on their appearance. Yet, hottness only goes skin deep. 
Beautiful
Now that's a word.
Personally. I would rather be called beautiful once and have the person mean it then get called hot by a million other people. That's just me.
Beautiful.... That just sets you apart from all the other hundreds of girls out there. What makes you, you. It describes you inside and out. 
Every one is beautiful.  It's just nice to hear it sometimes randomly with out warning.  Catches you by surprise when some one tells you.
So There Is My RANDOM THOUHT OF THE DAY :D ... Yeah I'm Not Going to be Doing This Every Day

To Kiss Her or Not to Kiss Her... That is The Question.

Dear Someone,
Another short story.. This is from *Jason's perspective* sooo sorry if me writing from guy perspective sucks. I don't do that very much so. Kinda new for me. . . (Also I put that in bold so people would know it was Jason's perspective so they didn't think it was Stella... cause that could be a little awkward..just letting y'all know)  Tell me what you think about it ok? Awesome(: Well... Enjoy :D

We both walked out to my car.  Stella walking next to me.  Our shadows stretched out across the speckled gray cement. The parking lot was half empty, most of the cars already done. We got to my car. A big black car.  It use to be my mom's until she got a new car.  So I got this one. It's pretty nice and spacious on the inside, I don't feel like I'm driving a clown car.
I pressed the unlock button and walked to the drivers side. I pulled the handle and the door swung open.  I slipped my back pack straps off my shoulders and threw my backpack into the back seat. I slid into the fabric covered seat and looked over.  Stella had thrown her navy blue backpack into the back seat with mine.  Then she tried to step into the car.  It looked to me as if she missed the little step to get into the car and ended up just falling onto the seat.  Her wavy brown hair falling in front of her face. I laughed, she looked up at me from behind the curtain of hair covering her heart shaped face.
"Oh... hey that was awkward."
She smiled embarrassed to herself then got in the car correctly this time.  The door shut behind her.  She went to pull her phone out of her back pocket.  When she dropped it onto her lap but it slipped off her jeans and onto the floor.  She leaned over to pick it up and hit her head on the glove compartment.
"Ow..."
She put her hand up to her forehead, scrunching up her small button nose and placed her phone neatly onto her lap making sure it didn't slip again.
I couldn't help but keep my eyes off her. She was so interesting to watch, the little faces she made. Like when you say something slightly inappropriate she tries to think its not funny but a trying-to-hold-back-the-laughter smile comes to her lips, or the way her cheeks blush when she keeps stumbling over her words. Just the fact that she smiles at the little things. Like when a song comes on that she likes, or when you say the smallest little thing that would mean absolutely nothing to everyone else even though its kind of important to you.  Stella gets that stuff.  Looks at the small things and sees it's beauty in it. 
I turned the keys, the car came to life. I rolled the windows down to get some air into the car, but it was gonna just stay at the same heat until we started to drive.
She pushed her brown wavy hair behind her ears, letting it fall around her shoulders. She glanced over at me.
"What?"
She asked, one of her eye brows up in curiosity, giving me that "Stella Look".  Her dark blue eyes met mine.  I felt like I was drowning in her sea colored eyes.  Unable/unwilling to look away. I did anyway by looking down at my steering wheel then back at her.
"Oh Stella, Stella, Stella." I said, laughter in my voice.
"Oh Jason, Jason, Jason." She copied the way I said it, getting tongue tied towards the end. She stopped then gave her "awkward" Stella smile. I knew she was thinking something like Oh that was a fail... Oh well I'll just sit here and look cute. Or maybe she wasn't.  Then she leaned over, setting her elbow on the arm rest, getting closer to me. I smiled.
It would be so easy for me to just lean over and kiss her. I wanted to.  really bad for some reason.  Something stopped me though.  Maybe it was the fact that I didn't know what she thinks of me.  Ok, I know she's ok with me, obviously considering she is in my car with me right now hanging out with me.  But, like me the way I like her.  How would she react if I did that if i just leaned over and POW kissed her, right on the lips? Would she be ok with it... or not?
I looked at her hand that was placed under her chin.  My eyes followed her ivory colored arm down to her elbow that was on the armrest.  I stopped there.
Thinking of all that. I attempted to throw that kissing idea out of my head.  It lasted for oh... a second. It came back the second I looked at her raspberry colored lips.
I backed out of my parking spot looking in the rear view mirror making sure it was all clear.  Then i slowly rolled the car out of the parking lot.  I made sure to go kinda slow just in case.  I didn't  want to accidentally run over one of my classmates. How awful would that be?
Once we hit the street and got past at lest 20mph the wind came in through the windows, instantly cooling things off.
"Would you like to listen to some musica?"
"Sí!" Stella smiled back, happy that she could use the one Spanish word she knows.
I pressed the power button onto the stereo. At first there was no sound coming out, then in a second the music BLASTED out of the speakers.
"Whoa!" I quickly turned the volume all the way down.
Stella looked at me with huge eyes, "Ahh..." She said quietly, "That was scary."
I laughed, "Again. Stella. You're so jumpy."
"Well YEAH! That was just like. BLEH!"
She threw her hands into the air showing a throwing action of some sort.
"Yes it was. Now lets fix that."
I turned the volume up. The song playing I didn't like too much. I started to skip through the songs that where on the CD Play list.  I was probably going too fast, i could barely tell what song was what.
"WAIT!"
I took my hand off the next button.
"I love that song!" She reached over excitedly and pressed the previous button.
I listened, it took me a second to understand the cord to get it. Yellow by Coldplay. I was surprised that she knew what it was by just hearing split second of the song.
"I like this song too. It's one of my all time favorites."
"Me too!" She shrieked.
We didn't say anything, just listened to the music. Stella started to sing along with the lyrics. She wasn't about to be the next Justin Bieber (yes, 'cause Justin Bieber sounds like a girl. Yet he's extremely popular. Why? I don't know. I think these girls that are obsessed with him are crazy.) But I loved her voice. It was, sweet, very Stella-ish.
I took my eyes off the road for a moment to steal a glance at her. Stella's brown hair going all over, hitting her in the face as if it was trying to smother her. She put her hands up, grabbing all her hair trying to keep it back. She then looked over at me. Catching me looking at her, a faint easy going smile came to her lips.
"What?"
"Nothing. Just your hair is going crazy!"
"Yes. I realised that. Psh, stupid hair." she dropped her hands, letting her hair free again.
She leaned back, placing her head on the head rest looking out the window.  The sun streaming in on her, making her skin look so touchable. Her mouth moving to the words of the song.  She looked just so beautiful sitting there and not even trying.
Yeah. I felt my self falling for her. There was no way to deny it.

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