Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Different From The Rest (Chapter One)
Here it is! The first chapter for the sequel to Nothing Like My Family! :)
BTW this won't make any sense if you don't read the first book.
What teenage Carly looks like:
Chapter One
My dad used to tell me about my aunt, Cora, his twin sister. He said she was the bravest person he ever knew. I was fascinated by the story, not believing it was true. She did so many amazing things, and I made him tell me them every night as a bedtime story. But one question always lingered in my mind.
Why did she die for Ron?
When I was seven, I scraped up all the courage I had to ask my dad about it.
"Daddy, why did Cora die for Ron?" He was taken aback by the question from his seven-year-old. Then he furrowed his eyebrows in concentration.
"Well," he started, "because of love." I was confused.
"Love? What does love feel like?" I asked. "What is love?" He smiled at me.
"Well, it's hard to explain. It's a complicated thing. I feel love when I look at your mother. I feel love when I look at your sister. I feel love when I look at you. One day you won't need a definition of love because you'll feel it, right there." He pointed to my heart. "And one day a very special person will walk into your life and make you happy, and you'll want to be with them forever. That's love, my dear. Now get some sleep," he said, tucking me in. I smiled as he kissed my forehead.
"Good night, Carly. I love you," he said before switching off my light and closing the door.
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This is so sweet <3 <3 <3
BTW this won't make any sense if you don't read the first book.
What teenage Carly looks like:
Chapter One
My dad used to tell me about my aunt, Cora, his twin sister. He said she was the bravest person he ever knew. I was fascinated by the story, not believing it was true. She did so many amazing things, and I made him tell me them every night as a bedtime story. But one question always lingered in my mind.
Why did she die for Ron?
When I was seven, I scraped up all the courage I had to ask my dad about it.
"Daddy, why did Cora die for Ron?" He was taken aback by the question from his seven-year-old. Then he furrowed his eyebrows in concentration.
"Well," he started, "because of love." I was confused.
"Love? What does love feel like?" I asked. "What is love?" He smiled at me.
"Well, it's hard to explain. It's a complicated thing. I feel love when I look at your mother. I feel love when I look at your sister. I feel love when I look at you. One day you won't need a definition of love because you'll feel it, right there." He pointed to my heart. "And one day a very special person will walk into your life and make you happy, and you'll want to be with them forever. That's love, my dear. Now get some sleep," he said, tucking me in. I smiled as he kissed my forehead.
"Good night, Carly. I love you," he said before switching off my light and closing the door.
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This is so sweet <3 <3 <3
Friday, September 27, 2013
Friday, September 13, 2013
OMG LDSLJSLDKFLASKDF;LKADSJF SD ;LFKJASDLKFJLASDKJFLADSFLKJASD;LFKJLASDKF;LASDFLKASDLFK QERGN,ADSNV[89Q3RLBNQE[8UFVM I WAS TWEETING 1D AND I ASKED "ZAYN HOW ARE YOU" AND HE SAID "FINE AND YOU" AND AND I SAID "PERFECT ACTUALY" AND HARRRY SAID "PERFECT THAT YOUR HERE" THAT AND I GAVE HIM A SMILY FACE AND SAID "WE LOVE YOU HARRY" AND HE SAID "LOOVE YOU TOO" OMG PEOPLE THIS HAPPENED!!
Monday, September 9, 2013
Saturday, September 7, 2013
Austin Mahone Imagine for Alison
A/N I hope you like it! I don't know much about him, but I tried! Really tried!
Austin Mahone was my best friend. He always has been, ever since we were in diapers. Yes, the Austin Mahone. He's the greatest friend ever, always there for me when I need him.
The only problem is... I've had a crush on him forever. I loved his personality, his dark hair, his brown eyes... I just love everything about him. But he has a girlfriend, Sophie. That's the problem.
And let me tell you, I was absolutely SICK OUT OF MY MIND of Sophie. I saw her cheating on Austin with the head of the football team. I tried telling Austin, but he didn't believe me.
I was watching Finding Nemo when my doorbell rang. He was in my doorway, looking so beautiful as always-with tears in his eyes? Oh boy.
"Austin! Oh my gosh, what happened?" He hugged me, unable to speak as he cried in my shoulder. I brought him inside, and made him a warm tea. He still wasn't able to speak, so we just sat there, hugging, as he cried in my shoulder. It broke my heart seeing him like this, because he was so important to me, and I hated seeing him cry. It was the worst sight in the world... seeing someone you love so upset and heartbroken.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He shook his head, sipping his tea. "You wanna sleep here tonight?" I asked him. He nodded. I had a dreadful feeling this was about Sophie, but I didn't say anything. I put some warm blankets and pillows on the couch when he said, in a cracked voice, "Can I sleep with you tonight?" I was taken aback, but welcome him into my room with the warmest smile I could scrape up.
Once we climbed into my bed, I was surprised again when he wrapped his warm arms around me, and started to cry himself to sleep. I cried with him, because seeing him like this was absolutely heartbreaking.
*the next morning*
I opened my eyes to see Austin's angelic face sleeping, tears staining his cheeks. I smiled up at him, until I remembered what happened last night where he was crying so hard he could barely speak, and the smile dropped. I somehow wiggled out of his grip without waking him and walked into the kitchen to make him breakfast. I threw my hair up in a messy ponytail and made him eggs, pancakes, and bacon. I knew he loved my cooking, and it was the first thing I could think of. I set some orange juice on a tray along with the food and brought it to him, and he was still in bed, but flipping through my channels.
"I made you breakfast." His head turned to me, and he managed a small smile. I smiled back, setting the tray of food on his lap. We ate together in silence and watched the third Harry Potter movie.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked again. Was I being too clingy? I probably was. I shouldn't be bombing him with questions. To my surprise, he nodded.
"I walked in my apartment," he started, "and Sophie was making out with some guy on the couch," he said quietly. I pulled him into a hug.
"Oh, Austin... she's such a bitch. I'm so sorry. You should just forget about her, she's not worth it," I said in his ear. He nodded, then pulled back.
"Can you keep a secret Alison?" he said. I nodded, and he took his warm hands in mine, my stomach doing back flips across the room.
"You're my best friend, right?" I nodded. The next thing that happened shocked me so much I nearly passed out.
He.
Kissed.
Me.
O. M. F. G. Austin was kissing me. Our lips moved in perfect sync, and he pulled back a little to whisper against my lips...
"I'm in love with my best friend, should I tell her?"
Austin Mahone was my best friend. He always has been, ever since we were in diapers. Yes, the Austin Mahone. He's the greatest friend ever, always there for me when I need him.
The only problem is... I've had a crush on him forever. I loved his personality, his dark hair, his brown eyes... I just love everything about him. But he has a girlfriend, Sophie. That's the problem.
And let me tell you, I was absolutely SICK OUT OF MY MIND of Sophie. I saw her cheating on Austin with the head of the football team. I tried telling Austin, but he didn't believe me.
I was watching Finding Nemo when my doorbell rang. He was in my doorway, looking so beautiful as always-with tears in his eyes? Oh boy.
"Austin! Oh my gosh, what happened?" He hugged me, unable to speak as he cried in my shoulder. I brought him inside, and made him a warm tea. He still wasn't able to speak, so we just sat there, hugging, as he cried in my shoulder. It broke my heart seeing him like this, because he was so important to me, and I hated seeing him cry. It was the worst sight in the world... seeing someone you love so upset and heartbroken.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He shook his head, sipping his tea. "You wanna sleep here tonight?" I asked him. He nodded. I had a dreadful feeling this was about Sophie, but I didn't say anything. I put some warm blankets and pillows on the couch when he said, in a cracked voice, "Can I sleep with you tonight?" I was taken aback, but welcome him into my room with the warmest smile I could scrape up.
Once we climbed into my bed, I was surprised again when he wrapped his warm arms around me, and started to cry himself to sleep. I cried with him, because seeing him like this was absolutely heartbreaking.
*the next morning*
I opened my eyes to see Austin's angelic face sleeping, tears staining his cheeks. I smiled up at him, until I remembered what happened last night where he was crying so hard he could barely speak, and the smile dropped. I somehow wiggled out of his grip without waking him and walked into the kitchen to make him breakfast. I threw my hair up in a messy ponytail and made him eggs, pancakes, and bacon. I knew he loved my cooking, and it was the first thing I could think of. I set some orange juice on a tray along with the food and brought it to him, and he was still in bed, but flipping through my channels.
"I made you breakfast." His head turned to me, and he managed a small smile. I smiled back, setting the tray of food on his lap. We ate together in silence and watched the third Harry Potter movie.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked again. Was I being too clingy? I probably was. I shouldn't be bombing him with questions. To my surprise, he nodded.
"I walked in my apartment," he started, "and Sophie was making out with some guy on the couch," he said quietly. I pulled him into a hug.
"Oh, Austin... she's such a bitch. I'm so sorry. You should just forget about her, she's not worth it," I said in his ear. He nodded, then pulled back.
"Can you keep a secret Alison?" he said. I nodded, and he took his warm hands in mine, my stomach doing back flips across the room.
"You're my best friend, right?" I nodded. The next thing that happened shocked me so much I nearly passed out.
He.
Kissed.
Me.
O. M. F. G. Austin was kissing me. Our lips moved in perfect sync, and he pulled back a little to whisper against my lips...
"I'm in love with my best friend, should I tell her?"
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Louis Tomlinson for Alison
A/N I hope you like it :)
Me and Louis were in the library. I wanted to study for your exams because I was only 18 and still in high school. Louis was talking really loudly which he wasn't supposed to because he was bored. After getting many annoyed stares and the librarian told him to be quiet, I told him to shut up.
"No, Alison!" he stood up on a chair. "I will not take my pants off!" I wanted to smack him.
"Will you shut up?" some lady told us.
"I'm so sorry, ma'am. My boyfriend will not be quiet," I said apologetically. She rolled her eyes, then returned to her book. The librarian walked over to us, making me nervous.
"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave," she said, obviously annoyed with us. Now I wanted to really smack Louis. Being the sassy prick he sometimes is, he walked over to her and rolled his head in a circular motion.
"Do you know who I am?" I face palmed myself.
"Louis William Tomlinson lets go." I grabbed his wrist and literally dragged him out of the library. Once we were outside. I faced him, then hit his shoulder has hard as I could(which wasn't that hard).
"Ow! What was that for?!" he questioned me. I sighed, frustrated.
"You just got us kicked out of the library!" I argued at him. Louis pulled the puppy dog face, knowing I couldn't be mad at him for long.
"I'm sowwy," he said, sticking out his bottom lip. I couldn't resist it. I stood on my tippy-toes and kissed his soft lips. The things Louis can make me do. Ridiculous.
"What am I going to do with you?" I asked him as he intertwined our fingers and we started walking back to my house.
"Well, you're stuck with me, if you like it or not," he said. I smiled.
"I love you, Lou," I said, pulling him closer to me.
He wrapped his arms around me waist as I wrapped my arms around his neck. We put our foreheads together.
"I love you more, Alison."
Me and Louis were in the library. I wanted to study for your exams because I was only 18 and still in high school. Louis was talking really loudly which he wasn't supposed to because he was bored. After getting many annoyed stares and the librarian told him to be quiet, I told him to shut up.
"No, Alison!" he stood up on a chair. "I will not take my pants off!" I wanted to smack him.
"Will you shut up?" some lady told us.
"I'm so sorry, ma'am. My boyfriend will not be quiet," I said apologetically. She rolled her eyes, then returned to her book. The librarian walked over to us, making me nervous.
"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave," she said, obviously annoyed with us. Now I wanted to really smack Louis. Being the sassy prick he sometimes is, he walked over to her and rolled his head in a circular motion.
"Do you know who I am?" I face palmed myself.
"Louis William Tomlinson lets go." I grabbed his wrist and literally dragged him out of the library. Once we were outside. I faced him, then hit his shoulder has hard as I could(which wasn't that hard).
"Ow! What was that for?!" he questioned me. I sighed, frustrated.
"You just got us kicked out of the library!" I argued at him. Louis pulled the puppy dog face, knowing I couldn't be mad at him for long.
"I'm sowwy," he said, sticking out his bottom lip. I couldn't resist it. I stood on my tippy-toes and kissed his soft lips. The things Louis can make me do. Ridiculous.
"What am I going to do with you?" I asked him as he intertwined our fingers and we started walking back to my house.
"Well, you're stuck with me, if you like it or not," he said. I smiled.
"I love you, Lou," I said, pulling him closer to me.
He wrapped his arms around me waist as I wrapped my arms around his neck. We put our foreheads together.
"I love you more, Alison."
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Monday, August 26, 2013
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Saturday, August 24, 2013
I'm thinking of writing a sequel to Nothing Like My Family from Corey's daughter's Carly's perspective as she falls in love with a muggle. I'll probably call it Different From The Rest... or is that too cheesy? Let me know what you guys think. If you haven't read Nothing Like My Family, check it out! It was actually my very first post.
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Dear Niall Horan,
Let me just say people like you are some of the greatest things that ever happened to me. Some people can say to me, "You're the worst person ever." ok. "You deserve to die." ok. "Everybody hates you." ok. "Niall Horan is ugly." YOU BETTER RUN. I still sometimes look in the mirror and realize how disgusted I am with myself. How maybe I deserve the bad things that have happened to me. You shouldn't feel that. Please don't feel that. To some girls you don't matter at all(and that's bull, by the way). But to me? You're my whole world. I know you don't know I exist. I know I'll probably never meet you. But, despite those things, you're always there for me. People don't understand how much you and boys mean to me. They think I'm childish and immature because of that. But I stand my ground. I'm proud to be a Niall girl. Proud. You don't deserve anything those heartless girls to you. Without you, there is no One Direction. Period. Louis, Liam, Harry, Zayn, and millions of girls all love you to pieces. Including me. I know you said you would date a fan if the right one comes around. But... would you really? I get my hopes up, but then I look in the mirror and ask myself, what he see in me? I'm just another fan.
Love,
Christina
Let me just say people like you are some of the greatest things that ever happened to me. Some people can say to me, "You're the worst person ever." ok. "You deserve to die." ok. "Everybody hates you." ok. "Niall Horan is ugly." YOU BETTER RUN. I still sometimes look in the mirror and realize how disgusted I am with myself. How maybe I deserve the bad things that have happened to me. You shouldn't feel that. Please don't feel that. To some girls you don't matter at all(and that's bull, by the way). But to me? You're my whole world. I know you don't know I exist. I know I'll probably never meet you. But, despite those things, you're always there for me. People don't understand how much you and boys mean to me. They think I'm childish and immature because of that. But I stand my ground. I'm proud to be a Niall girl. Proud. You don't deserve anything those heartless girls to you. Without you, there is no One Direction. Period. Louis, Liam, Harry, Zayn, and millions of girls all love you to pieces. Including me. I know you said you would date a fan if the right one comes around. But... would you really? I get my hopes up, but then I look in the mirror and ask myself, what he see in me? I'm just another fan.
Love,
Christina
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Niall Horan Imagine for Macey
I walked into cheerleading practice in my blue and white uniform. The skirt was a little short for my liking, but you know. Don't want to get kicked off the squad.
The football team was practicing nearby. I looked over at Niall Horan, the head of the team. He's been my crush since grade school.
"Willington! Front and center!" Coach yelled, snapping me out of my thoughts. I tore my gaze away from Niall, looking so hot in that sweaty uniform... like OH. MY. GOD. He looked so sexy in that uniform, sticking to his perfect muscles... I can literally feel myself drooling.
I walked over to the squad and set my bag down, preparing to do the lift and the jump. Once I was in the air, I realized the girls weren't there to catch me.
But I still fell into two strong arms, holding me bridal style. And as soon as I looked into those sparkling blue eyes behind the helmet, I knew, right there, that I was falling hard for Niall.
"Hi, Macey," he said smiling, that smile that got me every time. I loved it when he said my name, and his Irish accent sent butterflies in my stomach like a bomb.
"Hi Niall," I breathed in amazement. He was so breathtaking, and up close, I felt like I was going to explode into a million pieces. He put me down on my feet, and pulled me closer to him. His arms were wrapped around my waist. I pulled my arms around his neck as he slowly leant forward, washing away all the worries as his soft lips brushed mine. I never wanted this moment to end.
The football team was practicing nearby. I looked over at Niall Horan, the head of the team. He's been my crush since grade school.
"Willington! Front and center!" Coach yelled, snapping me out of my thoughts. I tore my gaze away from Niall, looking so hot in that sweaty uniform... like OH. MY. GOD. He looked so sexy in that uniform, sticking to his perfect muscles... I can literally feel myself drooling.
I walked over to the squad and set my bag down, preparing to do the lift and the jump. Once I was in the air, I realized the girls weren't there to catch me.
But I still fell into two strong arms, holding me bridal style. And as soon as I looked into those sparkling blue eyes behind the helmet, I knew, right there, that I was falling hard for Niall.
"Hi, Macey," he said smiling, that smile that got me every time. I loved it when he said my name, and his Irish accent sent butterflies in my stomach like a bomb.
"Hi Niall," I breathed in amazement. He was so breathtaking, and up close, I felt like I was going to explode into a million pieces. He put me down on my feet, and pulled me closer to him. His arms were wrapped around my waist. I pulled my arms around his neck as he slowly leant forward, washing away all the worries as his soft lips brushed mine. I never wanted this moment to end.
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