Late Night with Jimmy Fallon - Robert Pattinson (3/1/10) - Video - NBC.com

Late Night with Jimmy Fallon - Robert Pattinson (3/1/10) - Video - NBC.com

I still love Rpatz.. but this is too funny to pass up!!

Thanks for being such a great sport Robert!!

my novel. about page 42.

January 1st


Dear Diary,

I have decided that love is such a stupid thing. I have also decided that the feelings I have been feeling towards Josh since he left are stupid; how could I have mistake them for love? Besides that, what made me think that Josh could ever love me? What was I thinking? I shouldn’t even think about the word love when I think about Josh, since we just met, but I can’t help it. When I close my eyes, I see his face; it is if his face is a burned image on my brain.

I have got to stop thinking about him. I am making a promise to myself that I will not think about Josh; more than that, I will forget all about Josh, forever.

I have to do this for myself.

Love,

Elizabeth

i like this song..

I was listening to this song on the way home today and I like the words.. I know where the ideas from this song will fit into the story, but I don't want to say anything yet..

"My Immortal"




I'm so tired of being here

Suppressed by all my childish fears

And if you have to leave

I wish that you would just leave

'Cause your presence still lingers here

And it won't leave me alone



These wounds won't seem to heal

This pain is just too real

There's just too much that time cannot erase



[Chorus:]

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears

When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears

And I held your hand through all of these years

But you still have

All of me



You used to captivate me

By your resonating light

Now I'm bound by the life you left behind

Your face it haunts

My once pleasant dreams

Your voice it chased away

All the sanity in me



These wounds won't seem to heal

This pain is just too real

There's just too much that time cannot erase



[Chorus]



I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone

But though you're still with me

I've been alone all along



[Chorus]

 
 
source: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/evanescence/myimmortal.html

Note

Here's the source for my last post: http://users.fulladsl.be/spb1667/cultural/lorca/libro_de_poemas/veleta.html

Federico García Lorca (1898 - 1936)

VELETA


Julio de 1920

(Fuente Vaqueros, Granada)

Viento del Sur,
moreno, ardiente,
llegas sobre mi carne,
trayéndome semilla
de brillantes
miradas, empapado
de azahares.

Pones roja la luna
y sollozantes
los álamos cautivos, pero vienes
¡demasiado tarde!
¡Ya he enrollado la noche de mi cuento
en el estante!

Sin ningún viento,
¡hazme caso!,
gira, corazón;
gira, corazón.

Aire del Norte,
¡oso blanco del viento!
Llegas sobre mi carne
tembloroso de auroras
boreales,
con tu capa de espectros
capitanes,
y riyéndote a gritos
del Dante.
¡Oh pulidor de estrellas!
Pero vienes
demasiado tarde.
Mi almario está musgoso
y he perdido la llave.

Sin ningún viento,
¡hazme caso!
gira, corazón;
gira, corazón.

Brisas, gnomos y vientos
de ninguna parte.
Mosquitos de la rosa
de pétalos pirámides.
Alisios destetados
entre los rudos árboles,
flautas en la tormenta,
¡dejadme!
Tiene recias cadenas
mi recuerdo,
y está cautiva el ave
que dibuja con trinos
la tarde.

Las cosas que se van no vuelven nunca,
todo el mundo lo sabe,
y entre el claro gentío de los vientos
es inútil quejarse.
¿Verdad, chopo, maestro de la brisa?
¡Es inútil quejarse!

Sin ningún viento.
¡hazme caso!
gira, corazón;
gira, corazón.



Translated version to come later.
 

I like how I wrote this..

Josh


“Someone help!” I heard a voice say before my eyes even opened.

“Josh?” my grandmother said. “Josh, my angel, please open your eyes.”

I wanted to obey my grandmother’s command, but I could not find the strength to open my eyes; the darkness was closing in on me; I was going to die on my wedding day.

I sucked in a deep breath as I willed my eyes to open.

“Elizabeth! Elizabeth, please wake up!”I heard someone say over and over again as I tried to fight the dark death that was slowly taking over my body.

Music recommendation..

I love this band named Florence and the Machine.. They are a band from London, UK..
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Peace and Love.

new post..

I'm in love with this poem..


The Lady of Shalott



On either side the river lie

Long fields of barley and of rye,

That clothe the wold and meet the sky;

And thro' the field the road runs by

To many-tower'd Camelot;

And up and down the people go,

Gazing where the lilies blow

Round an island there below,

The island of Shalott.



Willows whiten, aspens quiver,

Little breezes dusk and shiver

Through the wave that runs for ever

By the island in the river

Flowing down to Camelot.

Four grey walls, and four grey towers,

Overlook a space of flowers,

And the silent isle imbowers

The Lady of Shalott.



By the margin, willow veil'd,

Slide the heavy barges trail'd

By slow horses; and unhail'd

The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd

Skimming down to Camelot:

But who hath seen her wave her hand?

Or at the casement seen her stand?

Or is she known in all the land,

The Lady of Shalott?



Only reapers, reaping early,

In among the bearded barley

Hear a song that echoes cheerly

From the river winding clearly;

Down to tower'd Camelot;

And by the moon the reaper weary,

Piling sheaves in uplands airy,

Listening, whispers, " 'Tis the fairy

Lady of Shalott."



There she weaves by night and day

A magic web with colours gay.

She has heard a whisper say,

A curse is on her if she stay

To look down to Camelot.

She knows not what the curse may be,

And so she weaveth steadily,

And little other care hath she,

The Lady of Shalott.



And moving through a mirror clear

That hangs before her all the year,

Shadows of the world appear.

There she sees the highway near

Winding down to Camelot;

There the river eddy whirls,

And there the surly village churls,

And the red cloaks of market girls

Pass onward from Shalott.



Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,

An abbot on an ambling pad,

Sometimes a curly shepherd lad,

Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad

Goes by to tower'd Camelot;

And sometimes through the mirror blue

The knights come riding two and two.

She hath no loyal Knight and true,

The Lady of Shalott.



But in her web she still delights

To weave the mirror's magic sights,

For often through the silent nights

A funeral, with plumes and lights

And music, went to Camelot;

Or when the Moon was overhead,

Came two young lovers lately wed.

"I am half sick of shadows," said

The Lady of Shalott.



A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,

He rode between the barley sheaves,

The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,

And flamed upon the brazen greaves

Of bold Sir Lancelot.

A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd

To a lady in his shield,

That sparkled on the yellow field,

Beside remote Shalott.



The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,

Like to some branch of stars we see

Hung in the golden Galaxy.

The bridle bells rang merrily

As he rode down to Camelot:

And from his blazon'd baldric slung

A mighty silver bugle hung,

And as he rode his armor rung

Beside remote Shalott.



All in the blue unclouded weather

Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,

The helmet and the helmet-feather

Burn'd like one burning flame together,

As he rode down to Camelot.

As often thro' the purple night,

Below the starry clusters bright,

Some bearded meteor, burning bright,

Moves over still Shalott.



His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;

On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;

From underneath his helmet flow'd

His coal-black curls as on he rode,

As he rode down to Camelot.

From the bank and from the river

He flashed into the crystal mirror,

"Tirra lirra," by the river

Sang Sir Lancelot.



She left the web, she left the loom,

She made three paces through the room,

She saw the water-lily bloom,

She saw the helmet and the plume,

She look'd down to Camelot.

Out flew the web and floated wide;

The mirror crack'd from side to side;

"The curse is come upon me," cried

The Lady of Shalott.



In the stormy east-wind straining,

The pale yellow woods were waning,

The broad stream in his banks complaining.

Heavily the low sky raining

Over tower'd Camelot;

Down she came and found a boat

Beneath a willow left afloat,

And around about the prow she wrote

The Lady of Shalott.



And down the river's dim expanse

Like some bold seer in a trance,

Seeing all his own mischance --

With a glassy countenance

Did she look to Camelot.

And at the closing of the day

She loosed the chain, and down she lay;

The broad stream bore her far away,

The Lady of Shalott.



Lying, robed in snowy white

That loosely flew to left and right --

The leaves upon her falling light --

Thro' the noises of the night,

She floated down to Camelot:

And as the boat-head wound along

The willowy hills and fields among,

They heard her singing her last song,

The Lady of Shalott.



Heard a carol, mournful, holy,

Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,

Till her blood was frozen slowly,

And her eyes were darkened wholly,

Turn'd to tower'd Camelot.

For ere she reach'd upon the tide

The first house by the water-side,

Singing in her song she died,

The Lady of Shalott.



Under tower and balcony,

By garden-wall and gallery,

A gleaming shape she floated by,

Dead-pale between the houses high,

Silent into Camelot.

Out upon the wharfs they came,

Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame,

And around the prow they read her name,

The Lady of Shalott.



Who is this? And what is here?

And in the lighted palace near

Died the sound of royal cheer;

And they crossed themselves for fear,

All the Knights at Camelot;

But Lancelot mused a little space

He said, "She has a lovely face;

God in his mercy lend her grace,

The Lady of Shalott."


source: http://charon.sfsu.edu/TENNYSON/TENNLADY.html

New year.. New Perspectives

I had a dream last night and I think that I might try to use the ideas and change my novel up..

This is just an idea though and I have no idea if I will act upon it..

Check back later for new posts about the new ideas..


Love ya'll!
 

I finally decided..

That the name of the new character is Anisa Marie.. Thanks for all you voted on the poll.. Check back later for more polls and posts..

Love ya'll..

Problem...

I have a new problem.. I feel like my characters (Josh and Elizabeth) are falling in love too quickly, but I don't know what to do to prevent this. Help?? Leave comments... Please and thank you!!

Problem...

I have a new problem.. I feel like my characters (Josh and Elizabeth) are falling in love too quickly, but I don't know what to do to prevent this. Help?? Leave comments... Please and thank you!!

Something that i am working on

Here's part of something that I am working on.. Comments anyone??

Please and Thank You!!

“He then proceeded to sexually abuse me. He would bring in his girlfriends and they would force me to have sex with them; then he’d force me to do it with him, which was disgusting.” Poor Josh! I couldn’t believe the type of things his father did to him.



“Every few days I would be lying in the Emergency Room at the local hospital waiting for cat scans and x-rays to come back. My father had insurance, so I never had to pay for treatment. The doctors, however, were suspicious of my new injuries that I came in with every few days, but I kept my mouth shut. I was afraid that if I told someone what was happening at home my father would hurt me more.


“As the months passed, my father became more violent. He hit me more, but he also started using things like baseball bats and knives. He would cut my wrists and he would squeeze them to make more blood flow from the wounds; the cuts would bleed for hours after my father was finished with me. His girlfriends and he kept up with the sexual abuse too.


“After my father would leave for his eighteen hour days at the factory, I would go to another Emergency Room across town from the one I went to in the beginning, and there the doctors would give me transfusions. After a few days of me coming in with cut wrists and almost half my blood gone from my body, the doctors concluded that I was doing this to myself for attention and they admitted me to the psychiatric ward for a total of ten days.


“I didn’t mind being in the hospital as much as I thought I would. I got good meals and someone was always there to keep me company. I was also away from my father and his abuse; I didn’t even bother to call him to tell him where I was. I was finally safe, for a while anyway.


“Ten days came and went. I was released from the hospital and very reluctant to go home, but I didn’t have a choice. I knew that my father was going to be so pissed at me and that he was going to hurt me like he never hurt me before. I was right.” He stopped as he gagged again; I hurried to the trash can and shoved it under his mouth just as he vomited up his breakfast. He was very upset, that much was clear.


“Josh, you can stop now. I get it. He hurt you.” I wiped his face with a wash cloth. The cool water seem to have a calming effect on him. “I understand, Josh,” but he continued on with his story as if he didn’t hear me; he was in that house with his father again. He was reliving his tragic past.


“The minute I walked through the door my father started chasing me with a knife. I knew that he was going to kill me. I kept outsmarting him for a while but I made one wrong move and my father cornered me. He began to stab me repeatedly in my chest and my legs.” Josh came back to the present suddenly; he lifted up his shirt to show me the scars on his chest left by his father’s hatred. “Then when my father thought that I was done for, he left while I was on the floor gasping for breath as I vomited up blood. When he walked out of the front door, the police were waiting for him. They took him to custody and he was eventually booked on charges of child abuse, physically, emotionally, and sexually, because I was a minor and attempted murder. He was found guilty for all charges as were all of his various girlfriends who had sexually abused me.


“The paramedics came in and took me to the hospital where I remained in the intensive care unit for four weeks, or a month; however you want to look at it. Regardless, I recovered in the hospital for a total of two months, my stay in the intensive care plus my stay in the regular part of the hospital. I was released in the month of May to my grandmother, my father’s mother who I had never known growing up, who lived in Los Angeles.”


Josh turned to look at me then. His big, baby blue eyes were filled with tears again as he laid his head against my chest. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tightly to me because there were no words that I could say to make him feel better because I had been there; nothing can make a person who lived with an abusive parent feel better.


“Josh,” I whispered. “I know how you feel.”


“You can’t possibly know how I feel, Elizabeth.”


“I do, Josh. My mother abused me, too.”


“Elizabeth! Is that your way of joking about this?” he asked.


“No, Josh.” I lifted up my shirt to show Josh the scars on my own stomach made there by my mother some years ago.

Finally, another blog (again)!!

here's the beginning.. half revised..
Preface











Every great story has a beginning and this is mine. I really guess I can say that this is the beginning of the end, the end of everything.


I never really thought that any of this was possible, or if I did, somewhere in my subconscious, I never thought that it could happen to a village girl like me. Now that I was faced with death, and the death of the only guy I ever truly loved, I realized that it was inevitable; not only that but that my freakish nightmares of the past few months were warning me that this would be our fate. I would die beside the guy that I loved and that our deaths would be slow and painful.


My life had changed forever because of him. Before him, I just felt like I was going to cave in on myself. I felt like I was going to lose myself forever and that my world was going to come crashing around me without anything to stop it. The feeling of helplessness was so unbearable and I could not find any way out; there was one way, which was unthinkable, but I considered it. I knew how bad it would hurt my family and the few friends I had but at the time I thought it was the only way out. It was like this for a long time until he came into my life and changed it forever.


I turned to look at him then. He smiled that smile that I loved so much, and even in the face of death, it lit up his whole face and reached all the way up to his eyes.


“I love you,” he whispered. “I will love you forever.”


“I love you, too,” I replied. “Forever.”


Then he took my hand and we turned to face out fate together knowing that this would see each other in this life. Our lives, which had blended so well together, on earth, were over.

stuck in my head!!

SONNET 130
by William Shakespeare


My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips' red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

As any she belied with false compare.


source: http://www.shakespeare-online.com/sonnets/130.html

Finally, another blog!!

Another excerpt.. Enjoy!!

“So how bad is he?” Chloe asked me. Chloe had been there when Josh got hurt. In fact if it weren’t for her talking to Josh and keeping him awake until we reached the hospital, Josh would probably be in a lot worse condition than he was now.



“Well, you know that when he fell he took most of the impact on his back and when he moved himself into my lap, he messed his back up worse. There is a good chance that Josh will never walk again.” I had to stop to try to swallow back the bile that was coming up from my stomach. “He also broke both of his arms and legs, but they should heal. He has some broken ribs and his pelvis is broken. He had to be catheterized so he can use the restroom.” I stopped again, but this time I was fighting the urge to cry and I didn’t want to cry anymore. “His condition is not improving. He sleeps most of the day and when he is not sleeping, he moans in pain. He is in a lot of pain, so he is heavily medicated.”


“Is he awake right now?” she asked me with her eyes full of concern.


“When I left his room to come meet you, he wasn’t. He may have woken up since then though.”


“Is there anything else that I should know before I go in?”


“Yes, there is. His hair had to be completely shaved off of his face and head so the doctors could treat the wounds that Josh had there. It might be a little shocking at first, but he is still Josh, in body and in his mind. He’s just not all there now, but the doctors said that he would probably recover from that.” In my head I silently added, so they hope. But hope can only bring someone so far and I am past the point of hoping for Josh to get better. Josh needs a miracle to get better now.


“Ok, well I guess I’ll go in now. I hope that I can handle it,” Chloe said as she turned the knob to open the door that led to Josh’s room.






I didn’t dare follow Chloe into Josh’s room, for fear of what her face would look like when she actually saw with her own eyes how bad Josh’s condition was. That’s when I heard Josh’s scream.


“Josh, what’s wrong!” I screamed as I ran into his room. “Are you ok? Josh, answer me!”


“He’s here! He’s here!” Josh was shouting as I ran back into the room.


“Who’s here, Josh?!” Chloe was standing over him with his grandmother on the other side of him.


“Tell me who’s here, Josh,” his grandmother said pointedly. “Tell me.”


His face went pale, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he began to shake ever so slightly.


“Josh!” Chloe screamed, tears running down her face. “I can’t stay here; I have to go,” and Chloe was gone.


“He’s here in this room!” Josh was still screaming as he came to again.


“Josh, look at me,” I said. I felt very protective of him in that instant. Something was very wrong with Josh; it was like someone had taken over his whole body. Every inch of his body was shaking uncontrollably now and tears were flowing down his cheeks. “Josh, who is in this room?” I could feel the fear in his thoughts.


I used my newfound abilities to search every nook and cranny of Josh’s room to find the source of his distress, but everything was quite within the room besides Josh’s constant screams. I decided then to use my abilities to check within Josh conscious to try to find the possible cause of his stress when a nurse with long, curly blond hair appeared in the doorway carrying a syringe full of medication.


She glided over to Josh’s bed and took his arm, the one with the tubes, and stuck the syringe into the tube, ejected the medication and walked away without saying a word. Josh’s body and screams began to work almost immediately as the medication made its way through Josh’s body.


“Elizabeth, I’m scared,” he whispered.


“I know, Josh. I am, too.” I reached down to wipe his tears away. He smiled up at me as his eyelids began to droop closed.


“I love you, Elizabeth.”


“I love you, too.” I pulled the covers over Josh. “Just rest now, Josh. Everything is ok now,” I said a little too late because Josh was already asleep with his hands across his chest.

No time to post this weekend.. Had my little cousin with me all weekend.. Enjoy this random picture!!

source:
http://rocktheseesaw.com/?m=200903

Excerpt..

Here is an excerpt.. Enjoy!!

Josh fell. He fell over a hundred feet to the ground and landed with a thud. Even the pad that they had set up for such an event did not ease the impact of his fall.


Everything started happening at once after that. People started screaming, crying at the site of Josh’s mangled body, but mostly they were running to where Josh laid. He was sprawled out on the ground, arms raised up over his head. His eyes were closed, his lips parted slightly, like he was trying to hold back a scream.

I slowly sat down beside Josh and I took his limp hand in mine. I squeezed it and he began to open his eyes. A gasp swept through the already forming crowd around us.

Josh started to look around the group that had started to form around us, however his gaze stopped on me. He held it there for what seemed like forever, but it was only a couple of seconds. Then he started trying to sit up, which sent another gasp through the crowd.

“Josh don’t move!” someone behind me shouted.

“Don’t move! You’ll hurt yourself more!” another person shouted.

“Josh! Lay still! If you hurt your back, you will hurt it worse by moving around so much. Just lay still, honey. Help is coming!” Josh’s grandmother was telling him on his other side. He did as he was told.

Big, fat tears began streaming down his pretty boy face; he was in pain. He wanted to be comforted by me. He wanted me to tell him that everything was going to be ok, but I couldn’t. I began to wipe the tears away from his big, baby blue eyes.

“Shh, it’s ok Josh. I’m here. I’m here.” He looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back and I felt my motherly instincts kick in.

“Josh,” I whispered, “Don’t go to sleep. Do you hear me? You have to stay awake. Do not go to sleep. You have to stay awake.” I began to stroke the side of his neck. “Stay with me Josh! Don’t let go!”

I needed someone to talk to Josh, to keep him from going to sleep. I knew my voice was going to end up giving me away if I kept talking to Josh. I needed someone else to do it. That’s when I noticed one of his co-stars standing close to us. I looked straight at her and she understood at once what I needed her to do.

“Josh, talk to me. Can you talk to me?” Chloe began to talk to Josh, who was crying in pain and sitting against me. “Look at me, Josh. Can you tell me your name? What is your name? Can you tell me your name?” I had to give Chloe her props; she kept talking even though she wasn’t getting any response from Josh. He was just staring at her, with tears running down his pretty boy face, like he didn’t even know who she was.

“Josh, please stay with me. Keep your eyes open; do not close your eyes,” I said quietly, still stroking his neck. “Please don’t leave me, Josh.” Tears were welling up in my eyes. Josh was starting to shake; he was going into shock.

Sorry

No time to post in the past few days, been super busy!! (Not even picture to give ya'll..)
I'll post something soon though, I promise!!

Night all!!

Chapter 2 (for my wonderfully helpful cousin, Lindsey!!)

Here's chapter 2.. I know I am not going in oder, so just go with the flow!!

Chapter 2







I never knew that one guy would be able to change my life so much in just one ten-minute conversation, but he did and my life was never the same again.


The day started out normal enough. I had arrived in New York early that week.


I walked into a local café to get myself a bite to eat and that’s when I saw him. He was sitting on a bar stool, eating a hamburger of all things. I knew who he was right away.


“May I help you?” the hostess asked me.


“Table for one,” I told her, only paying half attention to what was going on around me. All that mattered to me was the handsome guy eating the hamburger.


I was so dazed that I didn’t notice the wet floor sign, which I tripped over, which was not a surprise because I hadn’t been paying attention to where I was walking, and fell flat on my face. Everyone around me started laughing at me, including the hostess. Well, I might as well just lay here since I can’t feel my legs, I thought to myself, but that didn’t make any sense because there was no pain. I started struggling to get up, which made my audience laugh even harder.


“Here, let me help you,” he said, giving me his hand and pulling me up.


“Thanks for the help. You cannot imagine how stupid I feel right now.” My face was starting to blush; I could feel it. “Well thanks for the help,” I said as I turned to walk away.


“Why don’t you join me for lunch? I could use the company,” he said with a smile that reached all the way up to his eyes and lit up his whole face. “Please? I won’t hurt you.”


“Well, ok. I guess it won’t hurt,” I said with a fake smile planted on my face, a smile that I hope he bought. He took my hand and led me to the place where he had been when I entered the café.


“So, what’s your name?” he asked me curiously, picking at his burger.


“Elizabeth.”


“That’s a pretty name for a pretty girl,” he said with the same grin that he had when he asked me to have lunch with him.


“Was that supposed to be a pick up line? If so, it was lame and you should think about getting another one,” I said, jokingly. I could feel myself starting to loosen up with him, and we had only been talking for a few minutes.


“Yea, that was kind of lame wasn’t it?” He still had that smile on his face. “Are you going to ask me my name?”


“There is no need for me to do that. I know exactly who you are.”


“Oh, do you?”


“Yes, I do.”


“So, what is my name?”


“I would tell you, but I am thinking that you trying to hide yourself, or you wouldn’t be wearing that outfit.”


“Your very smart, Elizabeth.”


“Well, thank you.”


“You are welcome.”


“The truth is that the paparazzi and my fans follow me everywhere, so when I go out without my body guard, I wear a disguise so I won’t be hassled.”


“You’re very smart, too. I would have never thought of that idea if I was you.” I returned his smile. “In fact, I would probably just hold up in my house and never leave.”


“Which is exactly why I go out incognito. I would never want to have a life where I couldn’t leave my house. I would rather be chased for miles than never leave my house.”


“I really don’t blame you. That would be a very tragic life to live that way.”


“Yes, it would be.” The smile that he had plastered on his face began to diminish in the silence. The silence lasted for a long time, neither of us wanting to break it. I was waiting for him to break it and he was waiting for me to break it. Eventually the silence got the best of him, and he broke it.


“So what brings you to New York, Elizabeth?”


“Just traveling, seeing the sights. You know just getting some alone time away from the family?”


“Why?”


“Why what?”


“Why did you leave your family behind? Were they that bad?”


“Why does it matter to you?” I really didn’t feel comfortable with telling this guy all my secrets, even if I was starting to loosen up with him, when I had only known him for a few minutes. I was always a slight bit shy and I never did like to meet new people.


“I was just wondering. There is no reason to get testy, Elizabeth.” The door to the café opened then, and a hundred or so screaming girls ran in.


“Oh my gosh, it’s really him. It’s Josh!” one screamed.


“Great! I thought they would never find me, but I was wrong,” Josh was already up and heading towards the door. “Nice to meet you, Elizabeth.” Josh ran out of the door and was gone.


“That poor boy. He never gets a break from the limelight,” the waitress behind the counter said. “Do you need anything, hun?”


“Yea. I would like a milkshake, a strawberry one, please. Also, can you bring me Josh’s check if he didn’t pay?”


“Sure thing, hun.” She smiled at me and walked away. She retrieved both my milkshake and Josh’s check.


“Don’t get your hopes up about dating that boy. Almost every girl is in love with him and the chances of him actually falling for you are slim to none.” The waitress had a sympathetic look in her eyes. “Just don’t waste your time.” She walked away again.


I never planned on dating Josh. I was just had lunch with the guy; that was all there was. I knew that he would never fall for me if I did ever see him again, and the chances of me actually seeing him again were zero to none.


But if was being honest with myself, something that I have always had problems with, I would have to admit that I did want to see him again. He seemed like a nice enough guy that I could just be friends with, that much was certain. I would also have to admit to myself that I was attracted to him, both physically and emotionally.


I was beginning to have a war with myself. There was a part of me that kept saying that Josh was going to be mine. We were going to be together forever and nothing was going to change that. The other side of my brain, the more logical side, was telling me that I was never going to see Josh again and that I might as well forget it.


When it came down to it, I felt a deep connection to this guy who I hardly knew. I knew who he was and what he did for a living; I knew that some of his roles involved him kissing other girls, but that didn’t really bother me. What bothered me was that I had only known this guy for a short time and that I was having such strong feelings for him in that short amount of time.


Josh could never feel the same way about me though. He was Joshua Abrams, box office sensation, but I still had feelings for him, feelings that would never be returned to me by Josh. I had feelings for him and that was all that mattered to me.


Josh was wonderfully sweet and polite, not to mention very handsome, and ever the gentleman. He was the perfect guy, and I, Elizabeth Marie Henderson, was totally and completely smitten.


I knew that he would never feel the same way about me that I felt about him. I was too plain and average looking for him to fall with me. I was the girl next door and he was the popular movie star. How could he ever fall for me? We were from two different worlds.


Maybe in some crazy, mixed up world Josh could fall for someone like me, but that was just wishful thinking. He was an actor and people never look at people like me twice. I had no special talents to speak of and no super model looks. He could do much better than me, but I still couldn’t help how I felt about him.


I was in love.






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