Quotes added on Tuesday, December 11 2012
Be-you-tiful♥
Each
scar tells a different story,
an unwanted memory..
an unwanted memory..
He has every reason to throw up his fist in the face of his god,
who let his mother die..
the mermaid.
A mermaid found a swimming lad,
picked him for her own.
Pressed her body to his body,
laughed, and plunged down.
Forgetting in cruel happiness,
that even lovers drown.
A mermaid found a swimming lad,
picked him for her own.
Pressed her body to his body,
laughed, and plunged down.
Forgetting in cruel happiness,
that even lovers drown.
Am I the only one struggling with my letter to Santa this year?
you want everyone to trust you, but when i think about it
you've broken my trust so many times and i am sick of you
So apparently I'm less of an awkward potato. Why? I got like 17
likes on a Truth is and Rate status, then I posted something
about family sh/t and like 10 popular kids commenting asking what
was wrong. On top of that, my crush who is HIGHLY popular was
talking to me and kept giving me hugs. Witty, your little awkward
potato is growing up. (:
yes, mum and dad.
every teenage boy that I have ever mentioned to you is my boyfriend.
every teenage boy that I have ever mentioned to you is my boyfriend.
Aided by an Angel
Chapter Four
Miracle's POV:
Chapter Four
Miracle's POV:
We floated down the stairs as if nothing had
happened just moments before. That was one of the most intense
moments I've had with Zac in a very long time, and it made me
crave him like crazy. His fingers were twisted with mine as we
entered the living room; everyone was sitting in a circle on the
floor, sipping on beers. "Hey guys! Join the fun!"
Rocco motioned us to sit next to him and Darcy.
"There's cold beers in the fridge, too." Dill mentioned. I've never been a drinker, myself. Whenever we'd go out, I'd always be the girl to pour herself numerous shots of Pepsi in a red cup while everyone else's contained alcohol. Zac, even though he knew it bothered me, always downed drink after drink at every party we attended and I knew this weekend would be no exception.
Just as I predicted, his grip grew loose and his fingers quickly detatched from mine so he could freely roam into the adjacent kitchen. With my boyfriend choosing a beer over me once again, I decided to take the empty set next to Parker. His knees were brought up to his chest while his arms hugged his legs; his large teeth bit down on his plump, bottom lip.
"Hey," I rammed into his sides, cause a smile to emerge from his deep, dark concentration on the fuzzy carpet. "You look like you're having fun."
"Load." He raised his plastic cup towards the ceiling before taking a sip. "Ah, nothing like a good, ol' root beer." With a hint of sarcasim in his tone, his eyes narrowed in on me as he tried to make me laugh; it worked, as always.
The rest of the night Parker and I had moved from the floor, to the sofa, and to the kitchen. We watched as our friends got drunk and played stupid, childish games from opposite ends of the room. Our music was cranked up a tad too loud and the alcohol seemed never ending. By two thirty in the morning, everyone was passed out eitehr on the floor or a sofa. Now that we knew everyone was alright, Parker and I decided it was time for bed for us.
We got changed into some comfy, sleeping clothes and got ready for bed in seperate rooms upstairs. I pulled a pair of plaid shorts over my smooth legs and a baseball tee over my curly locks that I hadn't given up on fixing yet. I flipped my hair over and started to pick the knots out with my fingers. "Whatcha doin'?" I flung my body back up from it's downward position so I could face him; he was leaning in the door way and I could only imagine how long he's been standing there. "Your bum looks nice in those shorts."
"Thanks, Styles." Yeah, he's been there for quite awhile. Unable to sleep due to a possible caffeine overdose, we sat up and talked about everything under the sun. We chatted the early hours of the morning away, just lying in bed. My head was beginning to hurt a little so I asked Parker to grab me my Ibuprofen bottle from my over night bag.
"What the hell is this?" After rumagging through my bag for a bit, he pulled out a sheet of stickers from my bag.
"Give me those!" I snatched them from his hands and held them against my chest. "Do not judge a woman on her obsessions. Mine just so happens to be stickers, alright?"
"You are one freakin' weird girl, Miracle." I really was and, honestly, I was suprised he stuck around for so long. If I were him I would've abandoned me a long time ago. He pealed the sticker sheet from my fingers and began to pick a heart off it. His large palm brushed my bangs and baby hairs from my forehead as he stuck the sticker on my forehead. "But I love you for that."
"I know." I got a smiley face sticker between my fingers and slapped it on his lips. A roar of giggles erupted out of our chests as we continued to waste my stickers. Inbetween the constant looking for free skin to stick the sticker on, we had serious, adult talks.
I had ran out of stickers and my sugar high was beginning to fail on me. As we plopped down against the mattress together, I checked my phone; 3:46 A.M. I mustered up all of my courage and, now, strength to tell Parker about my secret. With a great sigh, I began.
"That's great! I think you should do it!" His body began to fidget around, making me restless and uncomfortable in bed.
"Are you sure?" He nodded furiousy. "I'm just afraid. I want to be known as Miracle Payne: singing legend! Not Miracle Payne: Daughter of Liam Payne."
"I know your pain, SweetCheeks." He winked at me and pulled me into his body. He was like a space heater and I loved being so close to his heart; it had the perfect rhythem, like a metronome. "I think you should go for it and do whatever it takes because you are fantastic."
"You honestly think so, Styles?" My arms wrapped around his back and held onto him, letting long nails gently roll over his strong back. I felt his skin tense up underneath his paper-thin tee shirt.
"I wouldn't lie to you, Babe." His lips pressed lightly on my forehead before telling me to get some sleep. "Goodnight, Miracle."
***FAVE/COMMENT/FOLLOW/FEEDBACK***
Thanks for reading, Loves! Awh how cute is this?! Do you guys like it so far? Sorry it's been awhile since I posted.. School is crazy!! I'd also like to thank everyone who voted for me for that thingy the other night. All your kind comments made me smile<3 So what team are you on? #TeamZac or #TeamParker ? #Ziracle or #Marker? Also I'd like to tell you all right now that if you are not doing so alread, go read finding_nemo 's story. OH MY GOD, I FREAKIN' DIED READING IT<3 It's that good, just saying. Not to tempt you or anything, but yeah. :)xx
Miracle and Parker's Outfits: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=65518523
"There's cold beers in the fridge, too." Dill mentioned. I've never been a drinker, myself. Whenever we'd go out, I'd always be the girl to pour herself numerous shots of Pepsi in a red cup while everyone else's contained alcohol. Zac, even though he knew it bothered me, always downed drink after drink at every party we attended and I knew this weekend would be no exception.
Just as I predicted, his grip grew loose and his fingers quickly detatched from mine so he could freely roam into the adjacent kitchen. With my boyfriend choosing a beer over me once again, I decided to take the empty set next to Parker. His knees were brought up to his chest while his arms hugged his legs; his large teeth bit down on his plump, bottom lip.
"Hey," I rammed into his sides, cause a smile to emerge from his deep, dark concentration on the fuzzy carpet. "You look like you're having fun."
"Load." He raised his plastic cup towards the ceiling before taking a sip. "Ah, nothing like a good, ol' root beer." With a hint of sarcasim in his tone, his eyes narrowed in on me as he tried to make me laugh; it worked, as always.
The rest of the night Parker and I had moved from the floor, to the sofa, and to the kitchen. We watched as our friends got drunk and played stupid, childish games from opposite ends of the room. Our music was cranked up a tad too loud and the alcohol seemed never ending. By two thirty in the morning, everyone was passed out eitehr on the floor or a sofa. Now that we knew everyone was alright, Parker and I decided it was time for bed for us.
We got changed into some comfy, sleeping clothes and got ready for bed in seperate rooms upstairs. I pulled a pair of plaid shorts over my smooth legs and a baseball tee over my curly locks that I hadn't given up on fixing yet. I flipped my hair over and started to pick the knots out with my fingers. "Whatcha doin'?" I flung my body back up from it's downward position so I could face him; he was leaning in the door way and I could only imagine how long he's been standing there. "Your bum looks nice in those shorts."
"Thanks, Styles." Yeah, he's been there for quite awhile. Unable to sleep due to a possible caffeine overdose, we sat up and talked about everything under the sun. We chatted the early hours of the morning away, just lying in bed. My head was beginning to hurt a little so I asked Parker to grab me my Ibuprofen bottle from my over night bag.
"What the hell is this?" After rumagging through my bag for a bit, he pulled out a sheet of stickers from my bag.
"Give me those!" I snatched them from his hands and held them against my chest. "Do not judge a woman on her obsessions. Mine just so happens to be stickers, alright?"
"You are one freakin' weird girl, Miracle." I really was and, honestly, I was suprised he stuck around for so long. If I were him I would've abandoned me a long time ago. He pealed the sticker sheet from my fingers and began to pick a heart off it. His large palm brushed my bangs and baby hairs from my forehead as he stuck the sticker on my forehead. "But I love you for that."
"I know." I got a smiley face sticker between my fingers and slapped it on his lips. A roar of giggles erupted out of our chests as we continued to waste my stickers. Inbetween the constant looking for free skin to stick the sticker on, we had serious, adult talks.
I had ran out of stickers and my sugar high was beginning to fail on me. As we plopped down against the mattress together, I checked my phone; 3:46 A.M. I mustered up all of my courage and, now, strength to tell Parker about my secret. With a great sigh, I began.
"That's great! I think you should do it!" His body began to fidget around, making me restless and uncomfortable in bed.
"Are you sure?" He nodded furiousy. "I'm just afraid. I want to be known as Miracle Payne: singing legend! Not Miracle Payne: Daughter of Liam Payne."
"I know your pain, SweetCheeks." He winked at me and pulled me into his body. He was like a space heater and I loved being so close to his heart; it had the perfect rhythem, like a metronome. "I think you should go for it and do whatever it takes because you are fantastic."
"You honestly think so, Styles?" My arms wrapped around his back and held onto him, letting long nails gently roll over his strong back. I felt his skin tense up underneath his paper-thin tee shirt.
"I wouldn't lie to you, Babe." His lips pressed lightly on my forehead before telling me to get some sleep. "Goodnight, Miracle."
***FAVE/COMMENT/FOLLOW/FEEDBACK***
Thanks for reading, Loves! Awh how cute is this?! Do you guys like it so far? Sorry it's been awhile since I posted.. School is crazy!! I'd also like to thank everyone who voted for me for that thingy the other night. All your kind comments made me smile<3 So what team are you on? #TeamZac or #TeamParker ? #Ziracle or #Marker? Also I'd like to tell you all right now that if you are not doing so alread, go read finding_nemo 's story. OH MY GOD, I FREAKIN' DIED READING IT<3 It's that good, just saying. Not to tempt you or anything, but yeah. :)xx
Miracle and Parker's Outfits: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=65518523
