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Cheers!

~Elena.

Anyway. I will go end reading The Perfect Summer and fall "asleep" :P Goodnight, I love you all ♥

Everyone was looking at Ryan.

He looked miserable. Not the same Casanova, no. Just a simple boy with a broken leg that desperately needed pills to get any sleep, or something that would calm down his killing gaze at everything and everyone in his way, thing that was not the usual in the boy that every guy at school wanted to be. The lavender rings were now purple, and the paleness upon him was something to worry about.

And it turned worst when he spotted Harriet walking towards him. This time, he couldn’t hide his true feelings, everyone around had to speculate the real issue between them. That was the thing Harriet feared the most. But her fierce love against Ryan told her to break any boundary.

“Hello sweetie-pie!” She shouted, touching his left shoulder.

Ryan immediately glared at her and stopped walking. He then poked her slightly with the crutch on her leg and renewed his way to Geography.

Somebody touched his back, he turned around and barked, “Harriet, go away!”

But instead of facing with the green-eyed tall brunette, there was the small dark-brown eyed Dylan.

“Wow, I could fry an egg on your head” She said, waving the brown sweater on the air.

Ryan sighed. “Sorry Dill. I thought you were…Ah. What’s the matter?”

“Your sweater” She said, extending her arm quickly to hand it to him.

“Oh. Thanks” He said and smiled at her for the first time in a long time since they stopped talking to each other.

Dylan smiled back, but the smile grew wider and turned into a surprise greeting kiss, almost lips-to-lips with Ryan’s Nemesis. That British guy Dylan would never stop talking about, right in front of his face in such a tender but annoying way.  That smile had only been caused by only Ryan, and no one else. He wanted to have that gesture just for himself, and those lips right next to his.

What was wrong with the world? He thought. First, he broke his leg for getting tackled by one of his closest friends, Gabe Saporta and now the girl he wanted and loved the most was being embraced so tight and close by the boy that certainly knew how to set on fire Ryan’s soul.

“Later” He said, returning back to his bitter responses.

He walked fast, circumstance that made his only and good leg hurt. Inside the classroom there were a few people, the aspirant to be a millionaire Adam Siska, also part from the supporting newspaper staff and Dylan’s best friend Hayley Williams, and finally, the best voice in Longborrough High School Gabe Saporta, the only one alone and obviously the worst football player. Ever.

The last one of the students walked towards the boy with the fractured leg, trying to apologize for the 30^th time since the hospital visit, two days ago.

“GABE! Don’t worry, OKAY?” Ryan tried to manage his anger; he did not want to take it over poor Gabriel.

“I see” Gabe comprehended.

Ryan frowned. Gabe wasn’t one of those persons to convince easily. “See what?” He asked dully.

“Dylan Adrienne soon to be Bellamy. Not Ross” Gabe said in a jesting way, mumbling the last part.

Ryan closed his eyes with a bursting anger all over his being. He felt an ache in his entire body, even more badly than breaking a leg. Gabe whispered “Oh, shit” and moved towards the door, to find somebody to talk to.

“Why?” Ryan said sitting in his desk, next to the window, in case of rolling out fast if the classroom burns down.

With all those things that had happened, why a fire wouldn’t be possible?

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Andrea woke up, perceiving the sunlight illuminating her vivid blue eyes that were almost gray into the center, freezing everything she would gaze at, but melting one boy’s heart. She stayed in bed for a few seconds, feeling the soft mattress, relaxing her back and shoulders.

“WAIT” She exclaimed, sitting on the bed. “What am I doing here?”

Andrea was still trying to remember how she made it upstairs last night. The last thing that she recalled was yawning while watching William from the corner of her eye, and studying how much the school had been growing in the past few months. But nothing about walking the stairs, opening her bedroom door and lay down on bed, sleeping for once, tight.

She gasped and touched her cheek. “So, it was you Billvy?” She softly said, when the dream she had appeared into her head quickly.

Although it was not a dream, it had been a partial consciousness from the night before.

She went out rapidly from bed and hurried into the bathroom to catch the bus on time. Put on a plain white tee and a red turtle neck sweater over it and navy jeans and ran throughout the kitchen and living room, searching for her pens and laptop to get them into her backpack.

She opened the front door and saw William standing in front of his house, checking his wrist-watch and glancing at Andrea’s house, then at her.

“I thought you were not going at school today” He said, walking towards her.

She rolled her eyes with a smirk. “Yeah, right Bill”

He chuckled and placed his arm over her shoulders, embracing her lightly but at the same time tight. Andrea stared into his brown honey eyes and thought about the day before, also about his kind gesture to carry her upstairs and specially, taking care of her all the time. William was always there for Andrea, without mattering to all the circumstances. And she had always liked that, she had appreciated and cared about William a little bit more than the rest.

“Thank you for everything, William” She thought to say. But just stayed inside her mind and waited for the bus to arrive, surrounded by William’s long and thin arms.

:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D He's sweet, doesn't he?

It was almost nine o’clock, time for Andrea’s mother to arrive home. William didn’t want to wake her up, neither to leave her alone, Andrea had been working on her reportage about the Holiday events the entire afternoon, writing and writing in her laptop.

He heard the car parking outside and the ringing of keys, tinkling one onto each other. William walked towards the door and opened it for Mrs. Green, which blue eyes, the same as her daughter’s, extended into a wide surprise to see the tall and sympathetic boy at those hours in the house.

“William! Is Andy okay?” She asked worried.

“Yes she is, don’t worry. She fell asleep recently and I, um, didn’t want to awake her” William said, scratching the back of his head without knowing what to say next.

Mrs. Green smiled and touched his cheek. “Thank you William, you’re such a sugar with my Andy” She said, making William shrug into shyness, which was strange in his behavior and general dictionary.

“Every time I get home I watch her sleeping in the couch so many times that I think that it is already her bed” Mrs. Green said, putting her purse in the first step.

“I could, take her upstairs, if you allow me to” William chuckled, wandering around his thoughts and why in Earth he would say that.

Mrs. Green smiled. It wasn’t because of his gesture, Mrs. Green knew of William’s true feelings against Andrea, and she was pretty sure of the concrete idea that Andrea was returning back the sentiments, though in an oblivious way that she, herself, does not even know, yet.

“Of course, William” She nodded.

He positioned in front of the sleeping Andrea to figure out how to carry her way up to her bedroom. First, took the laptop and put it on the other couch and started to grab gently from beneath her neck to her right shoulder and later, from under her knees.

Andrea was deeply asleep, the stressing job of being one of the most privileged writers had been showing its effects, and even her fingers were tired for the unstoppable typing that seemed to burst into flames for the supernatural rapidness and excellent keyboard orientation.

Making the way up, walking towards the second door, William achieved his brave decision. He felt his knees trembling, along with his arms while carrying her, with the fear of Andrea waking up and make the scene slightly uncomfortable for both. But none of the many things that crossed his mind happened; he just put her slowly in her bed and took advantage to kiss her warm cheek as a replacement for a respective goodnight-kiss.

“Goodnight Mrs. Green” William softly said.

She patted the boy’s back and watched him walk in a slow pace, tucking his hands into his pockets due to the cold wind blowing snowflakes. He sighed watching every step he was taking over the pavement. William felt a bursting happiness, but the journey of the day had been tiring that held the joy inside.

For running behind Dylan, with her keys and phone, Mr. Harrison the coach, made William run twenty laps around the football field. Although it was a good excuse to fail Algebra whilst he was recovering from a terrible cramp on his right leg when running the eighth lap.

“But today was awesome” He said, opening the front door from his house.

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“What? Didn’t you remember I was passing by? I’ll go if you want to” Matthew said with a smirk on his face.

Dylan scoffed and shook her head. “You can stay. But we can’t go into the house, I lost the keys” She said, self-pitying.

“Hmmm, I’ve heard that there is a beautiful park in here, even more charming with the snow. Would you like to show me? Because no one has been that nice to invite a mad English guy there” He said, bowing his right arm in the air.

Dylan smiled and felt that nervousness fading away as she said yes and headed with Matthew into the St. Jude Park, in the center of the town, which was pretty close from her house.

“Um, forgive me for watching your buttocks but, I don’t know if you feel a cool breeze over there” He said, holding his laugh for being polite.

Dylan blushed and covered the ripped pants with her hands. “Rough day” She murmured.

Matthew placed his arm over her shoulder and pulled her closer at him where she could admire the shining in his blue diamond eyes that kept her hypnotized for a couple of seconds before she could feel her cheeks burning, not for the snow, instead for her heart beating really fast, sending all the blood to the veins in her cheeks.

“Don’t blush darling. Because you will make me blush” He whispered into her ear, making her shiver for the close encounter.

“Why would I make you blush, Matthew?” Dylan asked in a sarcastic tone.

He smiled and glanced to his right then back at her eyes. “I don’t know if you can recall the several times that you, made me use my reflexes and turn out my eyes off of you when you would look at me” He answered, staring right into her eyes.

Dylan remained speechless, trying to mumble just a small word, or a simple yes. But she could not verbalize anything; her nervous system had broken down. Matthew pecked her lower lip and she continued with a complete kiss.

“God, you and your lips are incredibly sweet, Dylan” He muttered, rubbing his nose against hers.

She smiled. There was nothing sweeter than that boy speaking out words like those. She bit her lip and opened her eyes, glimpsing the wild and vivid ocean right from Matthew’s eyes. Nothing else could be said, she was starting to fall in love forgetting about everyone else.

Forgetting about the else.

“Dang!” Dylan exclaimed.

She searched in her pockets, but all she could find was a hole in one of her pockets where her jeans had been ripped out. Her keys might have been left in the gym. Or by these hours, they would be in some garbage recycling process.  

She then searched for the hidden key underneath rocks and above the front window but it wasn’t successful. She occurred to call someone but remembered that her cell phone was in her pocket too.

Dylan sat in front of the door and sobbed silently. “Why Lord? WHY?” She cried out.

The day had been possibly awful-awesome-awful. And to make it worse, it started snowing. She removed the sweater off of her waist and put it on, smelling the scent of expensive lotions from the valedictorian in conquering women. Somehow that sweater had Ryan’s essence, pleasing and charming, Dylan thought.

“I really do know why” She mused, remembering of her last conversation with Harriet in the girls’ bathroom.

Dylan was the unique reason why Ryan and Harriet wouldn’t state their “relationship” as something serious. Dylan liked the boy back, but then, Matthew Bellamy, the new boy stepped into the scene. With a British origin, and flattering blue eyes, he was in Biology and History class with Dylan. He sure had caught her attention. And she had caught his likewise.

That Monday morning started as a real Monday would. Dylan went out of bed half an hour later, she forgot to set her alarm. She smacked her head with the bathroom’s door and she didn’t read the note in the mirror that said that the warmer had to be fixed; therefore the water was cold as ice. Before she could drink a cup of hot chocolate and spilled it all over her white sweater, the school bus was about to arrive. The driver started to sound the horn and the only thing that Dylan could do was throw out the sweater and run for her drive.

But at school, things got better. Her History teacher, Mrs. Armstrong had caught a cold and stayed home. Therefore, free hour and the only opportunity to tuck into any place with calefaction. The Longborrough Daily room was her first choice, she wanted to be in a quiet place and most important, to be alone.

Although she wasn’t going to be alone. She opened the door and confronted face to face with the most unexpected person in the whole school, no, in the whole world.

Her British crush was inside the lounge, he was looking for Dylan and the only place he hadn’t looked into was the place where she’s stuck at all the time at. The reason for his appearance was that Mr. Mercer had named Dylan as Matthew’s tutor for Biology, due to his difficulty for acknowledgment, in that same morning without notifying the tutor first.

But that tutorial converted into something more likely to a conversation that did not include anything related to physics or formulas from the Ancient Greece most remarkable geniuses and mathematics. It was all about likings and dislikes, until the bell rang and both had to go to their respective classes. He borrowed Dylan his sweater with the only condition to see each other one more time in that day.

Two more periods and Dylan ran to her Biology class where she met with Matthew and returned the clothing, sitting next to him to keep up with the tutelage beneath Mr. Mercer’s authorization to talk during class.

Matthew had kissed her near the lips and told her that he was visiting her at her house that afternoon. Everything just seemed to have been fixed up, so perfect. But right after stepping into the gym, that luck faded away in a matter of seconds.

Dylan got hit with a volley ball right into the back of her head, slipped onto her Converse laces and  got her pants ripped off with the keys falling out God knows where.

“What am I? A bad luck magnet or what?” She said when recalling the mementos of that peculiar day.

“You told me everything about your day and I will say, and please don’t offend, you are indeed a bad luck magnet” Matthew said, walking towards her.

“Matthew!”

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Harriet went to Ryan’s house to visit the boy that had gotten his leg broken. He was in his bedroom, changing channels, almost falling asleep. He had lavender rings underneath his eyes, of course, would you sleep comfortable with a cast wrapping your entire leg? Not really.

“Hey sweetheart, how are you feeling?” She asked, sitting next to Ryan, which just glared at her.

The first thought in his head was “How do you think I’m feeling?” but his killing look expressed it without the necessity to speak.

“Excuse me for being harsh but, do you think I would like your company right now, Harry?” He said.

“I know you don’t, but I was worried. For you” Harriet mused, her bright green eyes searching for his honey ones.

“Thanks, I’m okay, I’m alive. Can you go now?” He said, staring at the TV to dissimulate the situation for at least a few seconds meanwhile she walks away from his bedroom.

Harriet slammed the door as strong as her anger, boiling up inside. Every time she had visited him in his own home, Harriet ended rejected. It wasn’t like at school, if she would ask Ryan for something he would immediately respond as a foolish boy that seemed to be deeply in love with her. Although it only happened when Dylan was around.

Trying to make someone jealous?

So, I'm not coming until I get better, probably the day after tomorrow or if a miracle happens I'll be dandy once again tomorrow, replying to your notes ^^

But still don't know. Every time I come on Buzznet I get excited to talk to my friends, you my dear and awesome friends, but sadly, the one I appreciate the most has gone, forever. I think that's the real reason why I don't feel that good about signing in.

Although there are many great notes in the other side. Today I had to explain the irreversible contraceptive methods in front of the whole classroom, talking about dirrrrty stuff xD No, I can't talk about that kind of stuff, last time we had to sketch the male genitals and this is what I drew:

I laughed my ass off.

Anyways, I haven't said anything about the most exciting thing that happened to me last week. Can you guess?

I slapped somebody.

O_O Right into his cheek with my fingernails, although it was an accident I wanted so desperately to slap him right into the face for being such a....no, I can't insult. People might find it too offensive.

Yeah, this year was good. Only 12 days left and I'm out. I shall get hyper as I got today until the rest of my journey. Oh gosh! I got so annoyingly hyper that I didn't even know what the hell I was doing. Blame it to the lollipops :D I ate six Sonrics lollipops, if you haven't tried them, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? :D

Mehehe. Well I need to go. I need to get some rest to practice guitar lessons and keep dreaming with that sky blue guitar that I've been calling the love of my life [sigh]

Goodbye! :D

Music that revolutioned The Sixties.

Exciting huh? I was praying that I could get assigned the 60's, unfortunately my hand is not lucky and I pulled out the paper that said 70's. I know the 70's are so much awesome because of the appearance of punk music and heavy metal but, The Beatles...

Enough said.

So I tricked my classmate that had the 60's to trade with me, telling her the truth that the 70's were pretty much the best. But as my classmates lack of knowledge about music, she said yes and gave me the majestic 60's.

You can see there my handwriting, in Spanish, so maybe you could take home a few words xD

She scoffed and gave to him the infamous picture. William breathed deep and started to laugh, holding back a few tears with his cheeks brushed in red. “Mr. Mercer spies? That’s what we’re going to do this time?” He asked, choking in his own words.

Andrea shrugged. “Perhaps Ryan would enjoy seducing the wife” She said grinning.

He shook his head, grabbing his shirt and laughing silently. Knowing how Ryan’s behalf around women is, both mocked of how Mr. Mercer would end up being replaced by one of his students, or let’s put in better words, one of his favorite students.

“I don’t think if Harry would like that” William said, catching the lost air from his laughter.

“The thing is that, I don’t understand their relationship. What are they? Friends with rights?” Andrea asked while putting on her lilac gloves that were a gift from the mentioned Harry.

William shivered as the cold wind flew quickly, feeling the chill burning his cheeks and tucked his hands into his pockets. “I don’t know really. He’s interested in you know who, but still…do things” He said frowning.

“How rad our friends are, don’t they?” She said in a tone of sarcasm.

William nodded and chuckled. “Is just like Mr. Mercer and his wife”

“Exactly” She said.

The picture that they had been given contained a certain disturbing image for their newspaper headmaster, chief editor and Biology teacher, Mister John Mercer. He was an honorable man in his mid-forty’s that possessed such an admired wit. Except for his marriage problems. Although he and his wife, which was only known as Mrs. Mercer, had conceived two children, Alex a sixteen-year-old, and Lisa an eleven-year-old.

Mister Mercer had developed a reliable relationship with the newspaper crew, which was consisted by Andrea Green, William Beckett, Harriet Chadwick, Ryan Ross and Dylan Adrienne, everyone seniors and the gang of inseparable friends.

Such confidence against the young reporters made Mister Mercer think of needing some help to discover the truth behind Mrs. Mercer’s late nights at work and Spa sessions almost every weekend. For being talented in gossiping, the Longborrough Daily Staff had been declared a Spies Agency for at least to find out what’s between Mrs. Mercer and that man from the picture, which face could not be seen clearly.

“Are you coming?” Andrea asked at William, standing in front of her house.

He nodded and followed her inside.

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“Harry!” Dylan shouted from the bathroom cabin she had been locked in since two hours when watching Harriet’s red shoes.

Harriet turned her head to right and left until she saw Dylan waving her hand outside the bathroom from the mirror. “Dill, what are you doing in there?” Harriet asked.

“My pants are ripped out!” Dylan cringed, feeling the tears almost running out from her brown eyes.

“Woman, why you just didn’t use the sweater you were wearing to cover it up?” Harriet said, rolling her eyes.

Dylan bit her lip. “Uh, it…It’s not mine and I had to return it”

“Why the ‘Uh’?” Harriet asked intrigued, placing her arms across her chest.

The girl inside the bathroom, sitting next to the toilette started to sweat into despair. Her index finger started to twitch and every part of her body was trembling. Dylan could not and would not tell who was the sweater’s proprietary for privacy reasons. And for shyness too.

“Oh, my God!” Harriet gasped after analyzing that long silence. “That was Matthew’s, right?”

Dylan banged her head against the wall and cursed every single creature in the world. “Yes” She muttered, rubbing the back of her head.

“You little Joey Tribbiani” Harriet smirked.

“Shut up. Now, do you have anything I could wear?”

Harriet threw her sweater into the cabin. Dylan bowed her right eyebrow when receiving the brown and big sweater that wasn’t Harriet’s. “What is it between you, anyways?” She asked, rolling the sweater above her waist.

“Between whom?” Harriet deflected.

“Don’t come with that. You are always together, like kissing uncomfortably in front of all of us and the next day you’re flirting with other people. Promiscuity or what?” Dylan said, coming out of the bathroom, watching Harriet in front of the door, without turning her head back.

“You, more than anyone else, know the reason” Harriet responded in a quiet tone, opening the door.

Dylan rolled her eyes, sighing along with her slow pace, finally going outside from the bathroom.

I haven't reported the situations around me, either how I am feeling today.

I had the most beautiful dream last night ^^ Don't you love when that one you like caress your hair? [sigh] I just wish that it would come true eventually this year! I have less than a month to conquest the boy.

And less than a month with my friends. And less than a month of my last year as a girl from 3rd Course. That's how we call it in here instead of 9th Grade. In 3rd course you end Junior and move onto what we call Diversify, or High School to study what's more indicated for the career you're choosing at College. There are 4 choices: The normal one where you get your Bachelor's Degree, Computation, Commerce and Tourism.

I'll take the first one, I want to get out as soon as I can to go to College and become an architect.

Yes, architecture ^^

Ah, time passes by so fast. Yesterday I was a rookie in 1st Course, the same as Freshman, learning important things for life. And today I have discovered who I truly am. I am way more mature than when I was 11 years old, obviously, I was naive and innocent, still am, but in the dorky way ;D

I've found my identity, the people I trust so much in, and let's not forget about that small sentiment thanks to the revolving hormones xD

But most important, I finally found happiness after my long-solitary life I used to have when I was little.

These Are The Fast Times. Let's take advantage of them before they slip out from our hands and end up in some place we didn't expect to see in our futures.

Let's imagine the best for the rest of our lives. Remember, doesn't matter with whom are you living or married to, in whether big or small house, how many money you're going to have. Just picture yourself with a smile on your face, that's all that matters in the end.

Have fun! Be a teenager, go out with your friends, enjoy of your freedom. But don't exaggerate about it. We are still kids, not adults. Forget about things that are worrying or stressing you over, shake your shoulders and let the weight of the world fall on the floor.

Life is such a wonderful and precious thing. Don't end it. Why kill yourself when you have people around you that can help you? Ask For Help! Sucide is not the solution. I know there are situations that can be seriously wrong, but the right people will show up eventually, and will help you and you will get out of it. Don't get into despair, just take a deep breath and say to yourself that everything will be all right again, because it will. Just have a drop of hope, is never too late for anything or anyone.

Take the second chances that arrive in front of you, things like that do not happen every day. Trust me, they won't appear back ever if you say no.

I've written everything through my mind right now, and I hope you would steal something and carry it in your mind. Sometimes, we all need help, we all need that someone standing right behind us, catching us everytime we fall helping us catch our breaths and start all over again.

[sigh] I love you, my dear friends so much. Those ones that help me when I'm down, those ones that love me for who I am without mattering my strange mood or random sarcastic comments that no one would laugh at! And I'm missing you, I just wish for you so much luck in whatever you are doing, in your studies, in everything. You are the best friend I could ever ask for!

Anyway, I shall go. Sleep is taking over my eyelids and the shower is calling me.

Bye lovely peeps, see you next time!

:D ♥

I'm writing a new one :D It's good to come back with F/F after a loooong time, I think since February I haven't written anything related to it. Though I'm not going to reveal anything about it, just not to confuse you. I might have change small details or something like that.

So, will I count with you?

Okay, I'm in a bit of shock for how it ended.

Ned's father? His father?!?

And and and! Chuck's father being Aunt Lily's lover but Aunt Vivian's fiancé?

Emerson wanting for his daughter to seek him?

Next episode, clowns?

People, this day has just been lovely.

Until next Wednesday! :D Have a good night.