` this wɑs ɑll inspired by ɑ little mɑrvin gɑye ɑnd chɑrdonnɑy. ♥

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“This place looks like paradise.” Justin muttered, sarcasm dripping from his mouth.
 
Emerie stopped and turned to face Justin. “I know this place may look a bit sketchy on the outside but when you get inside it’s really is paradise.” She explained, quickly turning back around as she led the way inside of a 50’s themed ice cream parlor.
 
Justin furrowed his eyebrow in confusement; he had expected this place to be a cannibals hideout or something far more dangerous.
 
"They have the best ice cream you'll ever taste. I just...I just couldn't let this night end without my Triple Chocolate Cookie Caramel Rush!"
 
"That sounds like death," Justin croaked.
 
Emerie bit her bottom lip and shrugged. "I'm willing to risk it..."
 
"Well, it must be amazing then," Justin said.
 
"Life changing," Emerie promised. "You don't have to get any, but I'm getting the biggest cone they have and you at least have to try it."
 
"Hey, I'm always up for life-threatening ice cream," Justin replied.
 
"Great." Emerie stopped in the back of the store at a small cracked counter. "Sara?" she called, leaning over the counter.
 
"Emerie?" An elderly woman appeared wearing a pink apron, cleaning her hands with a white rag. "Oh, sweetie, how are you tonight? Oh, and you brought a friend! A very /handsome/ friend! Is this your boyfriend?" the old lady cooed.
 
Emerie shook her head. "Nah. He's just a straggler I found at the beach."
 
Justin couldn't really argue with that.
 
"He doesn't look like a /straggler/," Sara commented, her eyes sneaking down to where Emerie's hand was still twisted with Justin's.
 
Emerie giggled quietly and squeezed Justin's hand tighter, wrapping her other hand around his forearm, bringing their bodies closer together. And to anyone with a brain it would have appeared that he was in fact her boyfriend, but Sara knew Emerie and she didn't raise any further questions.
 
"The usual, Sara," Emerie ordered. "And Justin wants one too."
 
"I don't know how you put it all down, Emerie, and stay so thin!" Sara commented as she opened a freezer. "To be young again." she sighed.
 
"Oh, come on, Sara. You've still got your best years ahead of you," Emerie replied as she leaned against the counter, releasing Justin's hand. She tapped her bare fingernails lightly on the countertop as her shoulder bumped into Justin's.
 
Her skin felt like fire, even through the fabric of Justin's t-shirt.
 
"Best years... ha!" Sara chuckled as she scooped the ice cream into a large waffle cone.
 
"Sara makes all of the ice cream herself," Emerie informed Justin. "That's why it's so good."
 
"No bragging, Emerie," Sara muttered.
 
"No one is bragging," Emerie replied innocently.
 
"You're bragging for me," Sara said as she presented the first cone.
 
Justin blinked at the massive pile of ice cream and then at Emerie, wondering now what Sara had pondered earlier. Emerie was tall and thin. There was no proof physically that she was addicted to what she considered infamous ice cream.
 
"Here," Emerie said as she held the cone out to Justin.
 
"You have that one," he replied.
 
"No, I want you to. I want to watch your face explode when you taste it," Emerie said, biting down on her lip as she turned to face Justin directly.
 
He narrowed his eyes at her and accepted the ice cream. Emerie grinned and watched as Justin brought the cold dessert to his lips. He laughed upon tasting the over-indulgent ice cream, the rich chocolaty flavor melting against his tongue. It was just as amazing as she'd said it would be.
 
"I told you! I told you!" Emerie chanted as she clapped her hands together.
 
Justin smiled and shook his head. "I have no idea how I'm going to eat all of this," he said as Sara handed Emerie the second cone. She reached into the small bag hanging across her body and Justin pulled out his wallet quickly with his free hand, sifting through it and pulling out a twenty before Emerie could present her money. "I got it," he insisted.
 
"Oh, both of you get out of here," Sara said, waving him off. "I don't want your money. Have a good night."
 
"Thanks, Sara!" Emerie said with her laughing tone as she pressed her tongue into the giant heap of ice cream.
 
"And Justin, you take care of my girl, you hear?" Sara called.
 
Justin smiled and nodded as the lady got back to work. "I will. Thanks," Justin added, stuffing the twenty dollar bill into the tip jar when Sara wasn't looking before following Emerie back outside.
 
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this was a bit rushed, so it probably sucks. its okay to admit it.
i had girls night with my mum, yesterday. we watched uptown girl with brittany murphy and dakota fanning. it went way better than the last time when we watched black swan. i mean lesbian sex scene w. your mum ? awkward.
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xoxo, kelsi-ann

i was gonna put the ann part but then i got lazy.

superhuman- chris brown ft keri hilson.
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for botaj: i must make a fashion set with 50 % of cropping.
yeah so this is like my first time ever doing this sorta fashion set and i think it turned out okay. also before you point it out or already have pointed it out, im sorry about the cropping part im pretty bad at math so it maybe like 40 % instead of 50.
a picture of your favorite animal: my favorite animal is a dog because they just are.
your favorite color: my favorite color is blue and soft green.
an instrument you play or would like to play: i’ve always wanted to play the piano.

:p

one big room full of bad bitches.

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After another beer, Justin excused himself from the group, pretending he had a phone call to make. But he shoved his phone back into his back pocket after he'd disappeared into the darkness, the sound of the nearby waves taking over his senses. He walked along the water aimlessly, narrowing his eyes at the reflection of the moon on the seemingly never-ending water. He'd managed to push thoughts of the mysterious Emerie from his mind, concentrating on the fact that tomorrow he'd be boarding a flight that would take him to a new city and hopefully a new state of mind. Maybe it would be good to leave Atlanta for a little while. Maybe he'd find some way to stay away longer. He could record some tracks, and the crew could deal with things in the studio for a few weeks, right? Maybe he could just go away.
 
Yeah. He'd just run away. That would take care of a lot of things.
 
A short laugh escaped his mouth due to his new plan. He turned away from the water and began making his way back toward the group at the fire when he spotted a shadow moving a few feet away next to a small shed in the sand. And then there were those eyes again, flickering in the darkness. Emerie stepped out of the shadows in a long cotton dress, carrying her wet swimsuit in one hand and a tote bag in the other.
 
"Oh, um…I’m sorry… I didn't know…anyone was over…here." Justin nervously sputtered. He spun around instantly to face Emerie; he had been wishing she was around... now here she was. He let his eye’s take in her petite body, hesitantly stopping for a quick second before meeting the same eye’s he came into contact with moments ago.
 
."Don't be sorry." Emerie shook her head and laughed quietly, ignoring his apology. "Looking’ for someone?" she asked in a whisper, a smirk clearly evident on her face.
 
"No, um, I had to, um, make a call to my manager Scooter.”
 
"Sure...”Emerie insisted suddenly, reaching out and grabbed Justin’s hand. He felt his body loosen immediately at her touch and in seconds she was leading him up the beach, away from the water.
 
"You're name's E-Emerie, right?" Justin stammered as she pulled him along.
 
"If you want it to be," she scoffed, turning her head to look at Justin.
 
"Well, I'm Justin," he informed.
 
"Is that who you want to be?"
 
He didn't answer. She didn't repeat the question; just let it hang in the air until he was ready. Moments later Emerie was climbing into a topless Bug, stuffing her swimsuit into the tote bag she had been carrying with her before putting it in the backseat as Justin watched quietly. "Well, are you gonna get in?" she asked as she sat down behind the wheel.
 
"I-" Justin glanced back at the fire and the crowd that sat nearby it, remembering how what's-his-face had said that Emerie was unavailable, acknowledging that Ryan and the others he'd come with would notice he was gone.
 
"We won't be long. Promise. Your friends will be fine," Emerie said as her beach blonde hair was picked up by the wind.
 
He couldn't say no. He could go back to wandering aimlessly around the beach pitying himself or he could go on some random adventure with some random and beautiful girl. The latter option seemed to make more sense. He hopped up into the passenger seat as Emerie started up the engine. "Where are we going?" he asked.
 
"What if it's a surprise?" she asked, her smile gleaming in the dim night.
 
"That's fine," Justin said, a smile pulling on his lips for the first time that evening; hell, for the first time that day.
 
Emerie looked at him with her swirling emerald eyes again as she reached to turn the music up. What seemed like ten minute’s later, they were parked in what looked like an abandoned lot, with a rundown building placed in the middle of said lot. Justin began to toy with his thumb nervously; this place looked less than inviting and safe.
 
"Where are we?" Justin asked.
 
"Stop asking questions, Justin!" Emerie said as she climbed out of her Jeep, her sandals clacking against the pavement.
 
Justin caught up to her, glancing at the dozen bracelets that decorated her right arm; some beaded, some plain twisted twine, and other’s you’d normally find in Hot Topic or Zumiez. He grabbed the door and held it as she passed inside, smoothly grabbing his arm and pulling him along. Justin tightened his fingers around her soft hand, completely puzzled by the action and how comfortable it felt. She was a stranger, but it didn't /feel/ that way.
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who has two thumbs and just posted up chapter one of her story ?
THIS GIRL.
i was gonna actually post this yesterday but I didn't feel like clipping.
ps. i know the first four chapter maybe boring but keep reading. i promise you'll get into it and if you dont well i dunno what to say.
xoxo, kelsi-ann

this is so legit.
 
dont know what im talking about ?
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hBe0VCso0qs <---this will explain.

He wasn't in the mood for a party.
 
Not even a laid-back one on the beach with only thirty people who weren't going to bother him with questions or for photos or autographs.
 
But he had been convinced to go by his friends who'd been bothering him to come out of his anti-social shell for weeks now. As long as /she/ wasn't going to be there, Justin assumed it would be okay. It was another relationship gone bad that had kept him so low the past few weeks. A repeat of every relationship he'd tried to hold together over the past three years. Nothing ever seemed to work. Either he was too busy or she was too busy, and the effort and patience just didn't exist. Justin was ready to give up on the opposite sex altogether. He was sick of trying to make something work. There were public impressions to make, reasons to look happy even when pictures and fans already knew he wasn't.
 
He blinked down at his blackberry, wishing it would light up giving him a reason to leave the party early. Maybe Scooter would ask him to stop by to go over next week's agenda before they left for Chicago the following day. And from Chicago they'd visit a scattering of cities between the windy one and the one that never sleeps, and then back home to Atlanta where Justin would have to get back in the studio to work on his new album when what he really wanted was to sit at home on the couch. Or anyplace without cameras and questions.
 
No missed calls or text appeared on his phone and the car had come to stop. Apparently they'd made it to the beach. Justin sighed and blinked ahead at the sun setting on the horizon, shooting out fiery shades of pink and orange and red. He sighed as he pushed himself out of the car, following the group out into the sand. Chaz, Ryan, and Christian talked among themselves as Justin shoved his hands into his pockets, his mind blocked by the walls he'd put up over the past several days, weeks, months even.
 
The sun disappeared quickly, a reminder of the light that had seemed to set in Justin's life. He sat by the fire absentmindedly, the world spinning on without him as he lost himself in the worthless void of his own mind. He sighed and looked down at the beer in his hand, wondering how many he'd had in the time that had passed. It could have been hours; it could have been minutes. He let the empty bottle fall into the sand, glancing over at Ryan who was laughing at some joke someone else had told.
 
"Did you hear that, bro?" Ryan asked, still laughing as he slapped his hand on Justin's shoulder.
 
"Um, no, I-" Justin stopped short as the crowd grew slightly larger.
 
A few girls were talking lightly amongst themselves, bumping into each other as they laughed. Justin's gaze froze immediately on the girl to the left. She caught his eyes from across the fire, the flames burning against her face, showing the pink on her cheeks and smothering her bronzed skin with a warm golden glow. Her long blonde hair was dripping, dampening her shirt and the sand beneath her feet. Her pumped up lips curled into the slightest smile possible-the real grin shining through her clear sea green eyes. She pursued her lips before her friend grabbed her arm and dragged her away, a haunting giggle echoing in her sudden absence.
 
"Hey who's that girl?" Justin asked, hitting Ryan's arm quickly.
 
"Huh? What girl?" he asked.
 
"The one-"
 
"That was Emerie," the guy on the other side of Ryan told him. Justin couldn't remember his name, but he knew he'd been introduced to him earlier in a fog. The guy laughed; knowing who the girl was before Justin even had the chance to finish asking. She was the girl everyone asked about. "Don't get attached. She's not exactly available."
 
That didn't matter. Justin found himself completely absorbed in her already and all she'd done was /blink/ at him
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He wasn't looking for a rebound. He wasn't looking for some pretty girl to hook up with. He didn't even care if he got the chance to speak to her. All he wanted was to see into her eyes again, to feel the jolt he'd felt in the few seconds that her green eyes met his.
 
It was fine if she had a boyfriend. Justin found himself simply wanting to be near her presence. He felt panicky all of a sudden. He found himself wishing she was there, just sitting around the fire, her eyes alive with some kind of peace, some kind of promise that the world wasn't as terrible as he thought it was.
 
Justin leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he shoved his hands into his hair. His eyes focused in on the fire, leaving the flames every few seconds to see if she'd silently rejoined what seemed like a happy group; happy except for Justin who was clearly struggling with some internal battle. He hoped to everyone else it just looked like he'd had too much to drink or maybe he was just tired. But he knew in the back of his mind that most of the people there, most of the whole world actually, knew that he'd had his heart broken. Again.
 
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i know i usually end up not finishing a story but i decided to just make this like 12 or 13 chapters long.
 
1. Do you want me to pm you?
2. Did you like the intro ?
3. Are you actually gonna read this ?

survey:
 
List 10 of your guy friends (Doesn't have to be in order)
 
1.Pharoah
2.Wallance
3.Romelo
4.Christopher
5.David J.
6.Jarquez
7.John D.
8. Stefan.
9. Patrick.
10.Tyler R.
 
Question #1: Hug 7 or 9?
Answer: ummm ten, he’s my cuddle buddie x3
 
Question #2: Kiss 5 or 3?
i don’t wanna kiss my cousin so three.
 
Question #3: Go-out with for 6 months with 6 or 4?
four.
 
Question #4: Never speak to again; 1 or 10?
:/ not cool. uuummm ten.
 
Question #5: Stay up all night and text 4 or 2?
we do it every night so four.
 
Question #6: Would it take you 2 months or more to get over 4 or 8?
four, that’s one of my bestfriends.
 
Question #7: If you were in the play Romeo and Juliet, and you could pick the role of Romeo, you would either choose 6 or 3?
SIX.
 
Question# 8: If you could date his older brother, you would pick 4's or 3's?
none of them have brothers. i’d date three’s cousin though.
 
Question# 9: Work on a project with 9 or 1?
one.
 
Question# 10: You know he's your friend, but you sort of like him... just a little... no choices... :)
yeah.

Happily Ever After
He is We.
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BOTAJ- if your confused by my colour, its purple. i think it turned out really nice, especially the triangle. ^.^
 
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blogging time :
 
my life is starting to seem mad pathetic. the only interesting things that happened to me in the past 24 hours is this convo [see below.] and me seeing zookeeper, which was way better than I thought it would be.
 
[ walking around exhibit looking at how space looks. guide starts rambling about aliens. ]
Guide: "Just think what new things aliens could bring us. Clarification, technology, music, clothes..."
Me:*mumbles loudly* "I hope they bring Pokemon."
[ people standing nearby me start rolling like {http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj8sf5Y0wc1qzfmzp.gif }
guide looks at me like { http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lopp8qZxGJ1qdsgc8.gif}
and my mom looking at me like { http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkuulz4qcV1qcajjg.gif } ]
 
xoxo , kelsi-ann