thestargazer

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Joined: October 24, 2012
Last Seen: 8 years
user id: 335988
Gender: F
wattpad: somethingaboutgrace 
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Quotes by thestargazer

Being drug free has
less to do with addiction
and more to do with sanity. 




One of lifes

unanswerable

questions:


If I see something funny

on Tumblr but no one is

around to like it, was it

really funny?

 

nmf
I hope if I get a boyfriend that he's okay with me being in love with 3 British boys in band called The Vamps when they all have girlfriends themselves.


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If I ever get a boyfriend...
That's a good one....
tear.

Becoming a vampette.

Chapter 4

After countless minutes of me protesting and Brad insisting on us staying, we all piled into their manager's car. Needless to say the car wasn’t big enough to fit all 7 of us.

James sat alone by himself in the front seat by Joe, the boy’s manager.

Tristan, Marcie, Bradley, Steven and I all had to cram into the back 3 seats. I sat on Steven’s lap while Marcie just squeezed her little hips in between Bradley and Tristan.

Steven played with my curls while Marcie complained about being uncomfortable.

“Just sit on my lap!” Tristan finally said getting fed up.

“How much farther till the hotel?” Marcie questioned.

“About 20 miles” Joe replied from the front.

She sighed and Tristan pulled her onto his lap. She glanced over at me and blushed.

“Someone is being friendly” I whispered to Steven.

He nodded and laughed.

“So, what’s the plan while you guys are here?” Brad questioned.

“Well, we have one more interview and we asked your fans what they want to see next so, we’ll wait until Steven counts up all of the votes” I replied.

“Yes, just how I want to spend my first night in London, counting up fan-girls tweets. How did I get so lucky?” he added sarcastically.

Brad laughed “Well, you must have some time to hang this week, right Avery?” he questioned looking me in the eye.

“I think I planned one day for fun stuff…” I said smiling.

Brad grinned “I can hardly wait.”

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Becoming a vampette.
Chapter 3
The rest of the flight was pretty peaceful. Nathan reasoned with the business man to let him switch seats and he nicely obliged. Then, the business man complained about the kid which ended in the mother scolding him then he finally chilled out and stopped,
Once we got off the plane we had to rush to baggage claim. Steven and Marcie found their bags easily, I did not. I asked the lady at the counter and she informed me that if they did find my bag that they would contact me and then bring it to me. I had absolutely zero time to worry because we were already going to be late. So, Marcie and I headed off to the bathroom and fixed our make-up and hair while Steven got us a taxi.
~
As I stepped out of the cab and onto the ground it hit me that I was finally in London. I’d wished to visit here all of my life and my wish had come true, thanks to these 3 boys. It wasn’t them as much as it was their manager, but they agreed to it!
I flung the door to the room we were meeting in and there they were, The Vamps. Marcie hid behind me and squealed with delight. I’d been studying up on them and they were talented. I had to admit they looked awfully cute in person. ‘Avery! Be professional. You aren’t here to fall in love’ I scolded.
They all smiled sweetly and walked over to greet us.
“When our manager said we were going to be interview I thought they were sending some middle aged woman” Tristan said smiling.
Marcie giggled and shook his hand “I’m Marcie” she said her Texan accent being very prominent.
Brad smirked “Do we have southerners?” he asked shaking Marcie’s hand.
I smiled “Not exactly” I replied.
He frowned “What about him?” Brad questioned pointing to Steven.
“Yes sir! I am a true southerner” Steven replied exaggerating his accent.
They all introduced themselves and Steven got the camera set up. I got my notebook out of my purse and started with the first question.
“We’re going to start with the most asked questions, okay?” I asked flipping some pages.
They nodded and I continued.
“How old are you guys?”
“17” Brad swooned.
“18” James and Tristan replied.
“How tall are all of you?”
“James and I are about 6 foot” Tristan replied.
“5’7’’” Bradley answered.
I grinned ‘That’s my height’ I made a mental note.
The boring questions went on. The interview was all pretty robotic until we started taking questions from the internet.
I smiled to myself before reading the next question “Who has the best hair?”
“Me obviously!” James replied running a hand through his golden blonde locks.
Marcie laughed and James shot her a glance.
“Have something to add Ms. Goldie Locks?” he questioned.
She stopped laughing and shook her head.
I giggled and Brad rolled his eyes.
“Do you like girls with curly or straight hair?”
“Curly brown hair” Brad said winking at me.
I looked down at my ringlet curls to hide my blushing face.
~
“It’s come to your fans attention that you guys don’t know what “ship” means” I said looking down at my notebook.
Brad let out an agitated huff,
“Wait, I think I have an idea now…” James said in deep thought.
I nodded waiting for him to continue.
“Does it have something to do with like relationship?” James questioned.
“It has everything to do with relationship! That’s what it means” Marcie blurted.
“Feisty” Tristan mumbled.
“It means like you want them to be in a relationship” I finished explaining.
They all let out a simultaneous “ohhhhhh” in response.
After about 20 minutes we ran out of questions and said our goodbyes.
Steven, Marcie, and I headed to the lobby.
“So, what hotel are we staying at?” I questioned.
Steven and Marcie exchanged glances “Uh, Ave we forgot to book a hotel room and we’ve been trying to get a room but their either full or expensive…”
Do you know the feeling of when you are really tired or extremely hungry and then something else goes wrong and it just sends you over the edge? That’s what I was feeling at that moment but I was tired and just all around annoyed that I didn’t know how to react, so I just laughed.
I laughed and laughed. I feel onto the ground and just rolled on the floor laughing and laughing. I heard footsteps around me and people stared and asked Steven and Marcie if they needed help and I just continued to laugh. I had to laugh to keep from crying because I had no where to stay in London.
I finished my tantrum and caught my balance enough to stand up. Marcie helped me over to the bathroom so I could splash some water on my face while Steven tried to figure something out.
I toddled back out into the lobby over to Steven and he swung an arm around my neck.
“You owe me a huge favor” he said gleaming.
“What do you mean?...” I asked suspiciously.
“You’re staying with us” a familiar voice replied.
I turned around to see the 3 boys smiling at me.

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Becoming a vampette.
Chapter 2
As I was getting ready to head off to Marcie’s house to pick her up on the way to the airport I suddenly got extremely nervous. And not nervous as in “Oh, well this could turn out bad.” more along the lines of “We are going to fall out of the sky and plummet into the ocean and get eaten by sharks.” I was a worrier. So, by the time I got to Marcie’s driveway I was in full fledged panic mode.
“Ave! It’s going to be fine. Listen, my dad researched the best airport and everything is taken care of, have you never been on a plane before?” Marcie questioned stuffing her bags in the trunk of my car.
I shrugged “I bet when I was little I did, but not recently” I said as I turned on the heater to get the frost off my car windshield since I couldn’t put my car in the garage. My brother’s car was taking up my spot since, we switch off every two weeks.
She nodded “Well, we better go meet Steven before he calls and texts us twenty-seven times,”
~
Steven immediately noticed that I was not calm about the whole situation. He wrapped an arm around me “Look, we’re going to fly right to London, you will interview those guys, and then you will become and famous television or radio personality.”  I smiled and nuzzled my head into his chest as we walked through the tunnel to the plane.
Unfortunately, Marcie’s dad couldn’t get us seats by each other so I was stuck between a business man and a middle aged woman who was reading what looked like a fifth shades of grey sequel.
The worst part was that a toddler with possible leg spasms sat directly behind me. Kicking my seat and then laughing, pulling my hair and then laughing. That just added onto my anxiety.
After about 6 hours the kid had lost no energy. It’s as if he had eaten 8 bags of sugar and washed it down with mountain dew. His mom was not fazed by his behavior. She had taken a sleeping pill prior to getting on the plane, I don’t blame her.
 The guy sitting next to the kid was not exactly pleased either. As I turned around to face him he met his gaze with mine and held an imaginary finger gun to his head and pulled the trigger. I chuckled. 
The business man went to the restroom and the lonely lady had fallen asleep. I got out my notebook and studied the questions I had to ask the members once I got there.
I looked up from my notes to see the same guy but sitting in the business man’s place.
I smiled “Hey, did you get tired of the little demon child?” I asked regarding the kid who was still, in fact, kicking my seat. 
He laughed and replied in a sweet British accent “I just got completely fed up with him and his lazy mother,”
I nodded “Well, I’m Avery.”
He smiled “Nathan.”
~
Turned out Nathan was also heading to London. He was about 5’11’’ with chestnut brown hair that swept to the side and framed his glowing green eyes. He smile was wide and perfect which was complimented by his deep dimples.
“I’m interviewing a new boy band” I replied to his question of why I was going to London.
He nodded “Are you a reporter?”
I shook my head “It’s an assignment from a company I intern for, But I want to be a radio or television host someday.”
He smirked “Well, maybe after you’re done interviewing whoever it is then you can interview my band.”
I let out a giggle “And what is your band?”
“Solid Stripes” he replied flashing a toothy grin. 

Becoming a vampette.
Chapter 1
I refreshed the page again and sighed sadly to see no new e-mails. Steven knelt beside me and looked at my screen “Still haven’t responded?” he questioned clicking the mouse and watching the hourglass move as the page loaded once again to reveal I still had no new e-mails.
I slumped in my chair and shook my head. The computers teacher raised an eyebrow and I switched my screen back to the typing lesson I was supposed to be working on. Steven didn’t notice until I elbowed him in the ribs and he scrambled back to his seat behind me.
I typed a few words as the teacher wandered over to some kids who were playing with Google translate, I went on to check my twitter feed just in case they messaged me there instead, which they didn’t. Steven whispered my name but I didn’t feel like talking since my radio/ television career wasn’t doing too well I wasn’t the happiest. I felt something flick my head as I whipped my head around. “What?” I questioned angrily at Steven.
He was grinning from ear to ear as he turned his computer screen so I could see it.
“Doing another interview in London!” It was a tweet from James Mcvey from about 4 minutes ago. I turned around and refreshed my e-mail one last time as the new message popped onto my screen. 
~
“What about your school work?” my mom questioned opening to fridge and grabbing a bag of lettuce,
“Mom, this is a once and a lifetime opportunity!” I objected.
She shook her head “I just want you to get a good education Ave…”
I nodded “This is my last year and I won’t be gone for more than a week.”
She shook the lettuce out of the bag into a bowl “Alright, you can go” she replied reluctantly.
I grinned and squealed as I ran upstairs to Skype Marcie.
She answered and her face popped up on the screen, she was painting her toenails.
“So, who do you have dibs on?” she blurted right in the middle of my speech about what she should bring to London.
“Dibs?” I questioned.
“Yeah, mine are on Tristan” she said with a wink,
I shook my head and let out a chuckle “It’s not like they’re going to fall in love with us in the week we’re there!”
She shrugged “Anything is possible!”
“Are those nail polish fumes getting to your brain? You think that 3 British boys, in a band may I add, are going to just sweep you off your feet?”
She shook her head “Why are you so negative all the time?”
I laughed “It’s not negativity it’s just the truth.”

Becoming a vampette.
 
Prolouge
Ever since the age of six I loved television, radio and most of all I loved music.  As I read over the e-mail for the tenth time I discovered that the more I read it the more scripted and unauthentic it got. So, I read it once more tweaked it a bit and sent it hoping that it would change my career forever.

I promised Steven and Marcie that if I did get to do the interview that I would let them come along. Steven, being my camera man, was important to the success of this interview. Marcie, on the other hand, was just my best friend.  I had lived in Texas for 4 years now but had no hint of accent. I had long naturally curly brown hair. Marcie was your typical “southern bell”. She had big, voluminous blonde hair and a loud Texan accent. She was absolutely obsessed with The Vamps. I didn’t see the huge deal about them. They were a British boy band, how original.  
Follow the moon, not your heart
 Chapter 6
I know she probably didn’t want any more questions right then but I needed to know. “Janie? Who’s that?” I questioned.
She snatched it from my hands “Hey, nosey.”
I shrugged “I just heard the name over the intercom.”
She looked me in the eye “Here’s the thing…” she paused and took a deep breath “I’m a spy, my real name is Janie May Tess.” I knew she was kidding but I felt like playing along would help her not to focus on her dad.
“I have a secret too” I said dramatically looking out my window.
“I love you” I said turning back to her and grabbing her hands and looking her deep in the eyes.
She tried not to laugh “You couldn’t handle me” Desiree said looking away and ripping her hands from mine.
“Excuse me? I can handle plenty!” I replied.
She shook her head “Then why haven’t you talked to Eloise yet?” she rebutted raising an eyebrow.
I scratched the back of my neck “Well, she’s … ehh.”
“Exactly!” Desiree shouted “You’re scared she’ll say no.”
I scoffed “No, here I’ll make you a deal. If I ask Eloise out you have to ask Jared out.”
She smirked “Jared? I don’t like him” she said shrugging.
I chuckled “Really? Then why are you blushing?” I asked wiggling my eyebrows.
She hid her head under the pillows on my couch and groaned “Fine” she mumbled beneath the pillows.
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Wednesday
I sat at lunch waiting for Eloise to walk to her usual table behind me. As I waited I tried to think of present ideas for Desiree. Since her birthday was in a day exactly I had to think fast. I hadn’t seen her since first period where we didn’t have much time to talk. She, like always, was talking with Jared, which was unfortunate because that meant she was going to ask him out before I asked Eloise. The plan was for me to invite her to Jared’s so I had an excuse and not just ‘I kind of think you’re really amazing.’
Desiree sat in front of me with a small pocket notebook in hand. It read “How to blow birthday money.” I nodded towards it and she explained.
“I have to make lists. It’s a habit” she said opening the dark blue cover and flipping the pages as I skimmed the various lists.
“Impressive, any top choices?” I asked my eyes flashing between Desiree and the door to the cafeteria. Luckily she didn’t notice with her face buried in her notebook.
“Either chimpanzee named Nova Ralph or a Blu-ray DVD player for my dorm” she explained.
I laughed “I don’t think a Blu-ray player is $650…”
She nodded “Did I forget to mention I also want a huge load of movies?” she questioned rhetorically.
I saw as Eloise waltzed into the cafeteria and it felt like my stomach was in my chest. Now was my chance, time to fall down some stairs.


 

This      distance      between     us       has       come

and cut as clean as, a sharp blade.

----This distance between us has made my heart as weak as, silk that's frayed.
nmf