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Hi :) I'm a writer here on witty and I currently have 1 full story posted. I had started to write a sequel to that story, but I discontinued it last year. I'm back writing another completely new story! I really love writing so I would appreciate it if you took the time to read/comment/fav/follow. Thank you!
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//A  Different  Start//

 
     Chapter 2 (Pt. 2)

"Olivia, you like him, don't you." My mom accused me, smirking as we walked back to the car. "What, no, mom! What are you talking about, why would you say that, what?" I babbled. My mom just stared at me with her devil like smirk. "Just the way you stared at him. You were wide-eyed." "Mom, I just met the guy. I don't like him." That was true. "I don't even think he's that cute, okay?" That part wasn't true. He was cute. Really..hot. But out of my league. Although that didn't bother me. He was a jerk anyway. "Okaaay, whatever." She said, stepping into the car.

We drove home, listening to the radio, as I stared out the window, watching the blur of trees and houses go by. We finally got home and I ran upstairs to put all my new clothes away. I didn't feel like picking out an outfit for tomorrow yet. This is my last day of summer. And I'm probably going to spend it watching Netflix and panicking about how to do my hair or worrying if I don't have the right supplies.

My mom came upstairs a little later and sat with me on my bed to talk about tomorrow. We went over the supplies list to make sure I had everything, and she helped me pick out an outfit. "I just want to wear sweatpants, honestly." I sighed. But that wouldn't make much of a good impression to anyone. I live in a wealthy town. I wouldn't be surprised if I saw girls wearing shoes that could pay our monthly mortgage.

Before I knew it, it was already 9:45pm. I had been watching a show, trying to forget about my worries, and time flew by. I brushed my teeth and pulled my covers down. I slid into bed, and decided to go on tumblr for a bit. It helps me fall asleep.

Before I knew it, it was 5:30am and my alarm was going off to the sound of 'Marimba'. I fumbled to shut it off, and my mom barged into my room. "Hi honey! I made coffee! Just wanted to make sure your up! I'm super excited about my first day of work and you better be super excited about your first day of real school! This will be great, I promise. You just wait and see. Get up soon so you aren't late on your first day!" She quickly walked out of the room. Boy was she...happy. I pulled the covers off my body and rolled myself out of bed.

 


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//A  Different  Start//

 
     Chapter 2

I woke up to the sound of the garbage trucks outside picking up our trash. It was around 9:30am. I don't even remember shutting my eyes, but I must've drifted off while I was laying in my bed watching Netflix. Then it hit me. I have my first day of school tomorrow. My first day of waking up before its even light out, my first day of nice clothes, new people, new routine, new teachers, new schedule. Just new everything. I got out of bed and walked over to my newly bought backpack. It was a simple black North Face backpack that my mom bought for me a few days ago. She gave it to me when she told me I was going to public school. It was already packed with notebooks, pens, pencils, folders, and other school supplies that I wasn't used to carrying around. It's Sunday, and that must mean my mom has to be home. I skipped my daily bathroom routine of brushing my teeth and hair and went straight downstairs to see my mom. I missed her. I hadn't been seeing much of her lately, since she has been consumed in work and starting her new job and all.

When I got downstairs she was making eggs. "Hi mom." I smiled. "Hi hun, want some eggs and toast?" She said as she flipped an egg in the pan. "Yes, I'm starving." She finished making the eggs and toast, and made plates for the both of us. "Thanks." I said to her. I tried to look happy, but my mom could see right past my failed cheery expression. "Aren't you the least bit excited about school? It will really be a great experience." She tried to encourage me. "I know, I know, I guess I'm just nervous more than excited." I wasn't very excited at all though, but I couldn't hurt her feelings. I couldn't make her feel bad, after all there was nothing she could do. I had to get an education some how. "I thought we could go shopping today for some new clothes." She added. "Yeah, that would be nice." I smiled. I didn't really even care much about the clothes, I just wanted to spend some time with her. "Great. You go get dressed and ready and we'll leave in an hour." She said, while clearing our plates from the table.

I went up to my room, and picked out a pair of jean shorts and a white v-neck. Simple enough. I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and I threw my hair into a messy bun. I don't feel like dealing with it today. But then again, I never do. I decided to clean up my room a little to pass the time, so I made my bed and organized my desk a little. "Olivia, ready to go?" My mother called up to me. "Yep." I said, grabbing my phone and wallet.

We drove to the outlets, a 10 minute drive from my house, where it was swarming with teenagers and their parents, buying new clothes and shoes and supplies for school. I forgot it was everyone else's first day of school tomorrow too. I will probably see 80% of these kids tomorrow at school. We went in and out of different stores, and by the time we were finished, I was holding onto 6 different bags. "Mom, I think this is good." I laughed. "Okay, okay. You know how much I love shopping. Why don't we go grab a coffee? I could really use one now." She suggested. "Yeah sure, I could too." I replied. We went to the coffee shop that was near the parking lot that was crowded with teens and adults, all drinking coffee or eating donuts. We stood in line for a few minutes, and I watched all the other kids who were in the shop. I watched them hanging out with their friends, examining their clothes and hair and everything. It sounds creepy, but I was just curious, that's all. I was interrupted from my gaze by my mom tapping on my shoulder. "Honey, tell the boy what you want." I turned to speak, only to see the rude, tattooed boy who I met yesterday standing behind the counter. "I, uh, I'll have a, um, iced mocha regular please." I blurted out. "Ok..." He looked annoyed. He makes it pretty obvious that he isn't enjoying his time here. He left from behind to counter to go make our coffees. "Here ya go. $4.05 is your total." He said like he could care less. We stood there waiting while my mom fumbled around in her purse. "Hey, you look familiar." He stated. "Uh, yeah...we met yesterday. I returned your dog when he ran away...We're kinda neighbors.." I kept adding on because it doesn't seem like he was remembering me that well. "Oh, right. I forgot." He said, with a sassy tone. Really? It was yesterday? We talked for a solid 5 minutes, how do you forget a conversation you had just yesterday? Dick. Okay, maybe it wasn't a conversation, but it was a solid encounter. I sure as hell remembered him. My mom handed him the money and I walked away fast.

//A  Different  Start//

 
     Chapter 1

I was scared. Scared is an understatement. I have been homeschool for the past 17 years, and now my mom decides to throw me into a public school. I was angry with her. I know deep down it's not her fault that she finally got a full time job and just doesn't have the time anymore, but I need someone to blame for my angered and sad emotions. I had bit my tongue when she told me, restraining myself from the hateful words that crossed my mind. If only my dad hadn't left us. We wouldn't be struggling with money. My mom wouldn't have to dedicate all her time to a full time job just to support us both. My father is the one who I should be angry at.

School starts in exactly 2 days. My mom told me a week ago. She said she didn't want me worrying the entire summer. I love her for that. For always caring about how I feel, I mean. I know so many people have much more complicated problems then I do now, but just because my problem may seem smaller doesn't mean it's not a problem? A new school. New people. New life pretty much. What I'm used to is about to change completely. I'm not worried much about the academics, since my mom has been an amazing teacher, but I'm more worried about the social aspect of high school. What if no one likes me? What if I am made fun of because I am not like everyone else? I've never had to deal with b/itches before, what if I can't at all?

I decided to drag myself out of bed before my own thoughts destroy me. I stopped in front of my full length mirror. My chocolate brown hair fell just above my butt. Boy do I need a haircut, I thought. I was pretty confident in my appearance. I had fairly tanned skin from the summer, and my brown hair complimented my matching brown eyes. I recently lost 23 pounds over the past few months, and I was feeling proud of myself. I look thin, fit, healthy. It made me happy. Will I still have this self confidence with me when I see all the other girls at school? What were they even like? I didn't have many friends, being home schooled and all made that pretty tough. It's not as easy as you think to just go up to someone and start talking to them when they are a complete stranger. My mom was pretty much the only person I was close to, besides my cousin Lena. Only problem is that she lives 8 hours away.

I quickly brushed my teeth. I braided my hair down my back and because I'm lazy, I threw on athletic shorts and a v-neck before going downstairs. Who would I be trying to impress, my mom? Who I found out was not even home. A note on the counter read "Olivia, I'm meeting with my new manager and his secretary about work stuff. There's eggs and bread in the fridge if you want to make french toast. Love you." It made me upset that she was going to be consumed with a new job from here on out. I whipped up some french toast and slowly ate it in little bites. I had nothing to do today, like usual. I gulped down some OJ and threw on my nike sneakers. I was feeling stressed about school, and runs usually help relieve me of my stress.

I walked outside with my phone, headphones, and a water. I stretched out a little and started on a slow jog. As soon as I turned the corner, there was some commotion going on in front of a house. I saw moving trucks, and people carrying boxes into the house. Someone finally bought that overpriced house, I thought to myself. I continued to jog slowly by, watching the people who looked like busy bees going to and from the moving trucks. New neighbors, how wonderful. I just hope they aren't loud partyers like the last couple that moved in to the house 2 down from us. I continued jogging when I came across a small golden retriever that was wandering along the street. Is he a stray? No, he looks to clean. Plus he seems to have a collar on him. "Hey buddy." I said to him, crouching down. He came right over. I've always wanted a dog, but my mom is allergic. I started petting the dog and I grabbed his collar, looking at the tags for a phone number or address. The address read 17 Keebler Road on what looked like a fresh, newly made tag hanging from his collar. Funny. That's the house with the new neighbors moving in. I walked with the dog, holding onto his collar, back to the house. I walked up, unsure who to talk to. There wasn't really anyone in sight besides the employees helping move boxes from the trucks. "Um, excuse me." I asked a man who worked with the moving company. "I found this dog and I think it belongs to the owners of this house. Where can I find them?" Before the employee could answer, a guy walked around the corner of the truck. "So you found Charlie, huh." My eyes shifted to the boy, with an intriguing appearance. He looked about my age, maybe a year or two older, with tattoos plastered all over his arms, trailing up his neck as well. He had his ears pierced and wore rings on his fingers. He wore a gray beanie and a white tank top, with dark skinny jeans and converse. I was slightly taken back by his appearance, since I had never seen anyone look like this before. Not in person at least. "Uh, yeah, he was wandering along the streets, and I saw him while I was on a jog.." I said, still fascinated by the boys tattoos. "I assume you live in this neighborhood then?" he asked abrubtly. "Yeah, I live around the corner." I said, as sweetly as possible. "Oh." He seemed moody. Typical 'bad boy' act I guess. Is this how all the boys are? Attractive a/ssholes. He turned around and started walking away. "A thank you would've been nice..." I mumbled under my breath as I turned around.

I quickly jogged back to my house, checking the time on my phone. 12:23pm. Once I got back in my house, I went upstairs to my room and into my bathroom, and took a shower. I let the cool water run down my hair and back, trying to forget that I have to start school in 2 days. Less than 48 hours away. I sighed as I shut the water off. I thought about my encounter with the boy earlier today. I don't even know his name? Why didn't I ask for his name? Why am I so awkward? He probably thinks I'm a freak. He's probably laughing about me with his friends right now. Great. School hasn't even started for me and I already managed to make an embarrassing first impression to a guy who I can't deny is attractive.




| | Another Year | |

*Sequel to Getting the Guy*


∞ readers: 


I'm beyond sorry to say that I don't think I can continue this sequel.  Pretty much because I don't think anyone, including me, has time aside from school to keep up with it. I've realized how busy I am with sports/school/homework. I'd be lucky to be able to come onto witty once a week. I'm really sorry and maybe I can pick up the story this summer. I won't be on this account as much. You can hate me, but I still love you. <3 Thank you lovely readers. 

 



| | Another Year | |

*Sequel to Getting the Guy*


∞ Chapter 1 


We followed the usual formation, walk in, take a right, go up two flights of stairs, except this time, we head into the sophomore hallway. Each grade has their own hallway of classrooms and lockers, but occasionally you'll find a classroom for sophomores at the corner of the freshman hallway. We have two teams, Team Y and Team B, and the kids are divided up between each team. You only have academic classes with the people on your team, and for specials, like gym, art, music, they mix both teams together. We lined up and sat down along the hallway waiting to hear our homerooms. Me and Dalton are usually in the same homeroom each year, if we're on the same team, since our names are so close in letters. Harris, and Hayes. We waited through until they got to the H's and lucky enough we were in the same homeroom. #321. We got up and followed the teacher to their room, who was going to be our new homeroom teacher. Her name was Mrs. Kalton, and she looked fairly young, late 20s or early 30s maybe, short brown hair, small glasses with pink flowers on the side, and brown eyes. We followed her to room 321 and took our seats, with me and Dalton sitting next to each other. I looked around and saw a few familiar faces, but no one I was too close with. I had gotten the chance to get close with anybody besides Molly and her friends, Alexa, Caty, and Jailyn (pronounced Jay-Lyn). I was the most close with Molly, next to Caty, and was only pretty good friends with the other two. I was snapped back into reality by Mrs. Kilton's voice. "Okay, so as Mr. Clark said, I'm Mrs. Kilton." Mr. Clark is our principle. "You're all on Team Y. I'll be assigning lockers and schedueles right now, and you'll be with me for first period." She called up each student one by one, and gave us our locker combinations and schedueles. "Paisley Harris" she called. I stood up and walked to her desk. She gave me a small slip with my locker and its combo, then she handed me a piece of paper with my classes on them. I said a quick thank you and sat down. She called one more kid before calling Dalton up. He came back and we compared lockers and schedules. Our lockers are one apart, mines 104 and his is 106. The only thing between us is a shy, new kid named Micheal, but I guess his nickname is Mikey. I was happy we were close enough to talk to each other without yelling across the hall. I found out we had Algebra, Social Studies, and English together. We also had art and a study together. I was satisfied with my schedule and locker, since it could've been worse. I could've had no classes with him, or been on a separate team, or had our lockers 50 more apart from each other. "You can go unload your books and what not into your locker now. Follow me." We followed her out the door into the sophomore hallway and found our lockers. I opened my easy. 11 to the left, 29 to the right, and 5 to the left again. It clicked and opened. I threw my books on the shelf and hung my backpack on the hook. I searched the hallway to see who was near me. My locker was on the end, and on the other side was Mikey. All of the suddon, I recognized the over expensive shoes, mini skirt, and the straight brown hair...Molly. Her locker was a little bit further down the hallway, on the oposite side, but was still fairly close, too close. Hoping she wouldn't notice me, I set up my locker within a few minutes and went over to Dalton's locker. It was organized, unlike mine. "Ooooh nice, its clean and stuff." "Hah, why, what's yours look like?" "Messy already I guess." He finished and closed his locker and we made our way back to our homeroom.


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∞ Prologue 


I took steps forward closer and closer to the school, hand in hand with Dalton. I suddenly felt butterflies released through my stomach, and I felt like turning back around and running home, but I restrained myself from looking anything but calm and collected. We weren't even in school yet and we were already getting looks. As long as were both happy, I thought to myself. I turned my head to Dalton to see if he looked as nervous as I was, but he had on a glowing smile, greeting anyone who looked at us. I know I shouldn't care what other people think, but it's hard not to in high school. It was about 7:20 and we had 10 minutes to hang out outside before we went in to the building to start the day. I spotted my group of 'friends' before they spotted me, and I tried to tug Dalton around them so we would be out of sight from them, but I was too late. Molly, the "leader" spotted us and stopped talking for a second to squint. Dalton must have noticed what I saw too, because he said "Chill out" with a laugh. I took a deep breath when Molly and her group of friends followed behind as they walked towards us. I squeezed his hand and acted like nothing was wrong. Molly looked the same as she did before summer started, with her straight brown hair just below her shoulders and electric blue eyes. Her hair was naturally wavy, but shes burnt it more then enough by straightening it. We stared for a second at each other before I said the first words. "Hi.." I gave a sweet, but fake smile. I'm sure she could sense I was trying to separate from the group by not making an effort to talk to her this whole summer. "Hmm...hi Paisley." she said, examining my clothes, hair, makeup, and shoes. She's extremely judgmental. If I were to describe her in a few words, they would be heavy makeup, straight hair, short skirts/shorts, shirts that could fit a 6 year old, and over expensive shoes. She used to say she has a "reputation" to maintain. "Whose this." she pretty much demanded. "This is Dalton." He gave a quick smile. "Dalton who? Is he new." I was afraid her rudeness would hurt him, but he just stared straight back at her. Before I could answer, he replied for himself. "Dalton Hayes. And, no, I'm not new." he said, the least bit afraid of them, like he was last year. "Oh, hah, you're the frea- I mean, you're the quiet kid." She laughed with her friends behind her. She had done that on purpose, she knew who he was, and she was trying to offend him. "Not anymore!" he said with an edge of imitation in his voice, and I fought back a laugh. Molly was shut down immediately, and clearly had no comeback to that, so she pretended to get a text message, and pulled out her phone. The bell rang and we pushed right through them to the doors. They seemed startled at mine and his confidence. I knew I left them standing there, astounded at who I became over the summer, and who Dalton had become to. I didn't bother to look back, but I thought I heard Molly let out a gasp before I took steps into the school to start another year.


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Hi readers. (:
I just wanted to let anyone know whose interested that I started to write the prologue for the sequel to Getting the Guy today. :D
I want to pre-write the first couple chapters, and such to get me started.
It should be up soon, like within the next week or two! 
I thought of a title, but you'll have to see it when I put the prologue up!
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Getting the Guy

 



ღEPILOGUEღ
 

 
 
******FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL******

My alarm went off 6:00am sharp. I could barely sleep last night, with all the first day of school nerves. I hopped in the shower and washed my hair with strawberry smelling shampoo, and washed my face with a morning burst facial cleanser. I picked out a while floral half-sleeve shirt and a pair of dark jean shorts. I pulled black sandals out from my closet and tried them on to make sure they still fit from when I got them at the beginning of the summer. I went downstairs and blended fruits with yogurt and made a breakfast smoothie. My mom was on her way out the door and she turned to give me a kiss on the forehead and a 'Good luck!' before running out. I went upstairs to brush and floss my teeth, before debating if I should go straight or curly. I decided on straightening my hair. I sprayed heat protection spray before running the flat iron through my hair till it was thoroughly straight. I took a piece of hair from under neath my ears on each side of my head and braided each piece. I then criss-crossed the two pieces over to top of my head so the ends met the other ear, and pinned them down. It was a braided headband, made of my own hair. I sprayed a little bit of hair spray to keep it in place. I looked through my tote bag to make sure I had all the supplies I needed. Notebooks, binders, pencils and pens, etc. It was almost 7. I quickly but neatly perfected my makeup and slung my tote over my shoulder. I ran down the stairs and grabbed the 3$ for lunch money before stopping at the door making sure I had everything. I started my way to the bus stop, and I saw Dalton there waiting for me. We were placed on the same bus and bus stop this year. "Hey." he smiled and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Hi." I sweetly smiled. "You nervous?" he asked. "Obviously! Who isn't nervous on the first day of school." I laughed. "Well, I'm not too nervous because it ends up being the same every year." I raised my eye brows at him, considering his statement. "Truee I guess.." I had the urge to ask him something. Was it the right time? Would I sound weird asking? I had completely forgot about the side of Dalton, where he was quiet during class. I thought about our different friends, what would they think of us? "What do you think people will say?" I blurted out. He thought for a second. "Well..are you happy with us being together?" "Yes.." I answered. "And I'm happy too, right? So that's all that should matter. If you're friends turn on you, then you'll have me." His words gave me some relief. "I guess your right" I said. "You GUESS I'm right??" He smirked. "Ok, ok, you ARE right." I said, playfully punching his arm. "And plus, I'm much much more confident now that I have you. I'm not letting anyone push me around this year." He did seem more confident like he said. We were lost in such a conversation that I could barely hear the bus pulling up. We stepped on and said a quick 'good morning' to the usual bus driver before taking our seats with each other. We were getting a few looks, but not too bad. I was really only nervous for my group of so-called 'friends' to give a reaction. I knew it would be either really bad or really good. They would either take Dalton into the 'popular group' or they would kick me out, not that I wouldn't leave anyway. They can be so rude sometimes, and if I think about it, none of my 'friends' were ever there for me when I needed it. We arrived at the school and I got butterflies in my stomach. We stood up from our seats and walked down the bus aisle. I murmured a 'thanks' to the bus driver before taking the steps of the bus, and joining hands with Dalton. Here goes the start to my sophomore year.

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