These battle scars don't look like they're fading
Don't look like they're ever going away
They ain't never gonna change
These battle scars don't look like they're fading
Don't look like they're ever going away
They ain't never gonna change
We've all got battle scars
Hope the wound heals but it never does
That's 'cause you're at war with love
You're at war with love
"Why do you have scars?"
-"I've been Fighting."
"Who agasint?"
-"Myself."
T hese battle scars
DON'T LOOK
LIKE
THEY'RE FADING,
ever going away,
they ain't
EVER GOIN'
TO CHANGE.
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Do you remember when we learned how to
fly?
We'd play make-believe
We were young and had time on our side
You're stuck on the ground
Got lost, can't be found.
Just remember that you're still alive.
We'd play make-believe
We were young and had time on our side
You're stuck on the ground
Got lost, can't be found.
Just remember that you're still alive.
Hey guys...
I wanted to give you a preview of a song i've been writing to put in my fanfiction, Battle Scars, on my story account, DeStory. It would be Ruby and Alaska's first single - and it's based on Alaska's troubled love for Zayn.
Here's the chorus.
I don't want to date a two-timer
I don't want to date a liar
I don't want to give my heart to someone who'll purpousely break it
And I don't trust you
So, whadda you think? Feedback PLEASE!
I wanted to give you a preview of a song i've been writing to put in my fanfiction, Battle Scars, on my story account, DeStory. It would be Ruby and Alaska's first single - and it's based on Alaska's troubled love for Zayn.
Here's the chorus.
I don't want to date a two-timer
I don't want to date a liar
I don't want to give my heart to someone who'll purpousely break it
And I don't trust you
So, whadda you think? Feedback PLEASE!
Battle
Scars
Chapter 17
Ruby’s P.O.V.
I just remembered how much I hate international flights. You spend about five or six hours on a plane, bored, and surviving ONLY on lollies. Then you’re off the plane, and you think you’re off the hook, you have to go through customs. Ugh. I could use a Pineapple Lump by now. Or some L&P. Or just something Kiwi.
They should invent a Pavlova lollie….
The Mini-Pav.
Yeah.
I kept myself entertained for ten minutes, simply by keeping a malteser on my tounge, un chewed, for ten minutes.
Not bad! And when we finally land in Bournemouth, England, we get off the plane to a warm welcome of airport-goers. We signed roughly 200 autographs and my fingers got tired, so we got in the cab.
England is HEAPS different from New Zealand. And from the USA.
“Where to?” asks the driver.
“Corpthorne Hotel.” I say in my kiwi accent.
“That’ll be 8.70 £.”
I shell out.
“Thank you.” He grunts.
“Wonder what your first concert’ll be like! We’ll problably have our makeup done by a professional.”
“And we get to see the soundcheck!”
“Hold on. Text from Liam.”
“Hello lovelies. You need to be at the concert hall at 5.PM, BTW. Well, If you want to see the soundcheck, that is.” It reads.
Holy shoot! That’s in an hour!
“You have Liam’s phone number?”
“Yep.”
“Wow! You got game!”
“No, not like that. For communication purposes. Plus, he’s with Danielle.”
“Yeah, Right.”
And at that exact moment, we pulled up at the hotel.
It looked great.
We checked in.
“Room 963, it’s on floor 14.”
Well, spectacular view, nice beds. OOOOH, COMPIMENTARY CHOCOLATES! And they’re peppermint, too!
“Now, we have to change. We need to be there in ½ an hour – and the drive takes about five minutes according to Google.”
“Holy Halo! Okay, umm, what to wear, what to wear…” mutters Alaska
So I change into my fave pair of denim shorts, one that fades from white to blue, and a white shirt with ‘Secret Destiny’ on it, and also a fluro yellow deinim jacket, like the one I wore in the video.
She changes into some leather boots, some sparkling black denim shorts, and a basic white tee.
“Let’s go!”
So, we get in another cab, and drive.
Chapter 17
Ruby’s P.O.V.
I just remembered how much I hate international flights. You spend about five or six hours on a plane, bored, and surviving ONLY on lollies. Then you’re off the plane, and you think you’re off the hook, you have to go through customs. Ugh. I could use a Pineapple Lump by now. Or some L&P. Or just something Kiwi.
They should invent a Pavlova lollie….
The Mini-Pav.
Yeah.
I kept myself entertained for ten minutes, simply by keeping a malteser on my tounge, un chewed, for ten minutes.
Not bad! And when we finally land in Bournemouth, England, we get off the plane to a warm welcome of airport-goers. We signed roughly 200 autographs and my fingers got tired, so we got in the cab.
England is HEAPS different from New Zealand. And from the USA.
“Where to?” asks the driver.
“Corpthorne Hotel.” I say in my kiwi accent.
“That’ll be 8.70 £.”
I shell out.
“Thank you.” He grunts.
“Wonder what your first concert’ll be like! We’ll problably have our makeup done by a professional.”
“And we get to see the soundcheck!”
“Hold on. Text from Liam.”
“Hello lovelies. You need to be at the concert hall at 5.PM, BTW. Well, If you want to see the soundcheck, that is.” It reads.
Holy shoot! That’s in an hour!
“You have Liam’s phone number?”
“Yep.”
“Wow! You got game!”
“No, not like that. For communication purposes. Plus, he’s with Danielle.”
“Yeah, Right.”
And at that exact moment, we pulled up at the hotel.
It looked great.
We checked in.
“Room 963, it’s on floor 14.”
Well, spectacular view, nice beds. OOOOH, COMPIMENTARY CHOCOLATES! And they’re peppermint, too!
“Now, we have to change. We need to be there in ½ an hour – and the drive takes about five minutes according to Google.”
“Holy Halo! Okay, umm, what to wear, what to wear…” mutters Alaska
So I change into my fave pair of denim shorts, one that fades from white to blue, and a white shirt with ‘Secret Destiny’ on it, and also a fluro yellow deinim jacket, like the one I wore in the video.
She changes into some leather boots, some sparkling black denim shorts, and a basic white tee.
“Let’s go!”
So, we get in another cab, and drive.
Battle
Scars
Chapter 12
Ruby’s P.O.V.
He’s SORRY?
He’s the reason I have nil self-esteem.
Okay. He’s the jerk who’s trying to use my newfound fame to make him famous, and once he’s more famous than me, he’s going to ditch me.
I might not have self-esteem, but even I know that I’d be stupid to accept his apology.
I stand there for what seemed like forever, and then he takes a step forward. I might not be facing him, but I have good spacial awareness.
I put my arm out to the side, and signal for him to stop and shut up.
I start to sing.
“You trifilin’, good-for-nothing type of brother. Oh silly me, why haven’t I found another?”
That’s all I sing.
Alaska unlocks the car, and we get in.
We drive away, leaving him standing there like an idiot.
Sweet As.
Alaska’s P.O.V.
When we get to my house, we check Ruby’s twitter.
Lots of compliments on her looks and singing on her last post, which was:
‘Viral! Thank you all for watching! #CelebrationTime’
Some hate too.
“OMG how can someone as hot as you like 1D?”
“Ugh. Your voice makes DEAF people cringe.”
For the first time in her life, she’s ignoring hate instead of reacting.
And then there’s a comment from….
Brace yourself.
@ellendegeneres.
Teaser: "That is the best birthday present EVER!"
Author's Note: Thank you my lovely readers for staying with me for twelve chapters!
Chapter 12
Ruby’s P.O.V.
He’s SORRY?
He’s the reason I have nil self-esteem.
Okay. He’s the jerk who’s trying to use my newfound fame to make him famous, and once he’s more famous than me, he’s going to ditch me.
I might not have self-esteem, but even I know that I’d be stupid to accept his apology.
I stand there for what seemed like forever, and then he takes a step forward. I might not be facing him, but I have good spacial awareness.
I put my arm out to the side, and signal for him to stop and shut up.
I start to sing.
“You trifilin’, good-for-nothing type of brother. Oh silly me, why haven’t I found another?”
That’s all I sing.
Alaska unlocks the car, and we get in.
We drive away, leaving him standing there like an idiot.
Sweet As.
Alaska’s P.O.V.
When we get to my house, we check Ruby’s twitter.
Lots of compliments on her looks and singing on her last post, which was:
‘Viral! Thank you all for watching! #CelebrationTime’
Some hate too.
“OMG how can someone as hot as you like 1D?”
“Ugh. Your voice makes DEAF people cringe.”
For the first time in her life, she’s ignoring hate instead of reacting.
And then there’s a comment from….
Brace yourself.
@ellendegeneres.
Teaser: "That is the best birthday present EVER!"
Author's Note: Thank you my lovely readers for staying with me for twelve chapters!
