Post by Sunshine93 on Sept 24, 2008 18:55:44 GMT -5
So i ABOSOLUTLY LOVE THIS SONG!
and wrote a story for it.
you GOTTA listen to the song as you read!!!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=djarKB_0eTo
and wrote a story for it.
you GOTTA listen to the song as you read!!!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=djarKB_0eTo
She stood by her window looking out. Her tears coincided with the raindrops that fell from the sky. Turning around, she walked across the room and sat down in front of the mirror. She sighed while she wiped away her mascara and re-applied it. He was going to be there tonight. He would be there, smiling, while she was dying inside.
He stood in front of his mirror trying to button up his jacket. He glanced at the rain outside his window. He gulped. She would be there; the same room, the same place with him tonight.
She sat in the limo nervously pulling at her bracelet. The bracelet he gave to her on their six-month anniversary. The charms sparkled despite the darkness outside. She couldn’t take it off. One months, two weeks, and five days since they broke up. She had been keeping track. Her friends chatted away. ‘You’re first movie!’ ‘I cant believe you did it, girl!’ She closed her eyes and bit her lip.
One months, two weeks, and five days since he saw her. Since he talked to her, laid eyes on her, held her hand. He ran his hand through his hair. His brothers laughed and joked in the limo on their way to their big break. Their first real movie. That’s how they met. They met on the day of auditions, he was a big rock star, she was an unknown actress. They read lines together, and he kept getting flustered staring into her eyes. The director broke the ice and told him to save the ‘love sick’ act til scene 23. She giggled, and a week later she got the part.
The limo stopped at a stoplight. Trying to drown out the sound of her friends, she closed her eyes and remembered the first day of shooting for the movie. The director decided to shoot the climax of the movie first....the kiss. She had been extremely nervous for more than one reason. She remembered walking out of her dressing room and seeing him there smiling.
“Charlie..” She began, (the director insisted them calling each other by their roles until after shooting), “What are you doing?”
“To do this.” He replied, and pulled her into a kiss. Their lips fit together perfectly, as if they were made for each other. She pulled away. “Were we rehearsing?” She asked in a daze.
He gave a sad smile, remembering their first kiss. The taste of her soft lips, the feeling of her tongue on his, the sensation of his hands on her cheeks and her fingers in his hair. She had pulled away and looked up at him.
“Were we rehearsing?” She had asked, turning as red as the shirt he was wearing. He smiled down at her. “No. I wanted to know what it felt like without all the cameras around us.”
She smiled. “That was my first kiss.”
He grinned. “Then we better practice some more.”
The moment was interrupted by their handlers dragging them off to the movie set. His memory was painfully ripped away from him as the limo came to a halt and his brother shook him. “Come on, we’re here.”
He gulped, as the door opened and he stepped out. Blinded by cameras, he faked a smile and walked down the red carpet.
She walked down the red carpet, faking a smile and waving at her fans. It was raining, but no one cared. They all had umbrellas. She sighed. She knew she was going to run into him soon. As she was being interviewed by someone, her mind went back to their fight.
As he was being questioned about his outfit and his thoughts about the movie, he bit his lip as the memories of their fight flooded back into his thoughts, clouding his mind.
“I’m sorry.” He blurted.
“Excuse me?” The interviewer asked.
He looked at them, then shook his head. “I mean, Im sorry...say again?”
The interviewer nodded and repeated her question and he looked away to shied the tear the fell from his eye.
They were at the set, having it out in the dressing room. They both prayed that the director would yell cut any moment, but they both knew that wouldn’t happen. They were using their real names. It was real. Neither of them could honestly give a reason for the cause of the fight, there was none. It just happened. It was the last day of shooting and they had just complete their last scene. But instead of celebrating, they were fighting. Six months of happiness that ended in a flash. She wiped a tear from her eye, and glared at him. “Why did you say I love you?.” She spat out the words as if they were a poison and it stabbed his heart. He winced as she slammed the door. He twirled around and knocked everything off a dressing room counter.
Now here they were. One month, two weeks, and five days since the fight. Since the ending of shooting and editing of their movie. He was on one side of the red carpet, she on the other. He walked along the rope and signed autographs of fans. He saw girls whip out their phones and take pictures. Forty-two times. He counted. Since she walked away, he had called her forty-two times. She never picked up for him. Always the same. Her voice mail. Late at night, he would call her number. He knew she wouldn’t pick it up. He called to hear her voice. Even it was just the same, stupid recording he was heard a million times, it was still her voice. He would close his eyes and imagine her sitting next to him, smiling, and laughing.
She took a deep breath as her handler lead her down the red carpet. She wondered how she would feel when she saw him. She hated him...yet she loved him...yet she didn’t know. She glanced to her left, and her breath caught in her chest.
He was zoning out when he felt something shake his shoulder. He jerked out of her and saw his brother.
“What?” He mouthed.
His brother pointed to something, and his eyes followed. His breath caught in his chest. It was her.
Time slowed down as they both froze to star at each other. Neither of them could move, they were paralyzed. People called their names as the rain got harder and people and stars made their way inside to watch the movie, but the two main stars didn’t move. They could hardly breath as they stood to take in the sight of one another.
She stared at him. He was wearing a black tux with his hair swept to the side. He looked amazing, wonderful, dashing, no..she hated him.
His eyes began to water. She was stunning. Her long dark hair was curly, she was wearing a blue dress. Blue looked amazing on her. Something on her wrist caught his eye. The bracelet. All the hatred, sadness, confusion, and hurt left him as he shouted over the rain.
“You never took it off?”
She seemed stunned by his question, but she slowly shook her head. As tears welled up in her eyes, she replied. “No..”
He took a step forward, then stopped. She was still a few good yards away from him. He gulped and looked at her.
“I called...” He said, dumbly.
“I know...” She replied, lost for any intelligent words.
He looked down at his feet, then back up. “Do you forgive me?”
She looked away sharply, then back at him. “Yes. Do you forgive me?”
That was all he needed. He dropped his umbrella and began running towards her. Within seconds he was soaked.
She began crying and smiling as she dropped her umbrella as well and ran into his outstretched arms. He swung her arms and kissed her.
“I’m sorry, Joe!” She said between kisses.
“I know, Cassie, I know!” Joe said, holding her in his arms.
Joe Jonas looked at Cassie Brant and smiled. “Let’s never fight again.”
She giggled. “Deal.”
Joe grinned then took her hand. “Come on, I believe we have a movie to catch."
Cassie giggled again as they began running hand in hand to watch their Oscar-worthy movie.
He stood in front of his mirror trying to button up his jacket. He glanced at the rain outside his window. He gulped. She would be there; the same room, the same place with him tonight.
She sat in the limo nervously pulling at her bracelet. The bracelet he gave to her on their six-month anniversary. The charms sparkled despite the darkness outside. She couldn’t take it off. One months, two weeks, and five days since they broke up. She had been keeping track. Her friends chatted away. ‘You’re first movie!’ ‘I cant believe you did it, girl!’ She closed her eyes and bit her lip.
One months, two weeks, and five days since he saw her. Since he talked to her, laid eyes on her, held her hand. He ran his hand through his hair. His brothers laughed and joked in the limo on their way to their big break. Their first real movie. That’s how they met. They met on the day of auditions, he was a big rock star, she was an unknown actress. They read lines together, and he kept getting flustered staring into her eyes. The director broke the ice and told him to save the ‘love sick’ act til scene 23. She giggled, and a week later she got the part.
The limo stopped at a stoplight. Trying to drown out the sound of her friends, she closed her eyes and remembered the first day of shooting for the movie. The director decided to shoot the climax of the movie first....the kiss. She had been extremely nervous for more than one reason. She remembered walking out of her dressing room and seeing him there smiling.
“Charlie..” She began, (the director insisted them calling each other by their roles until after shooting), “What are you doing?”
“To do this.” He replied, and pulled her into a kiss. Their lips fit together perfectly, as if they were made for each other. She pulled away. “Were we rehearsing?” She asked in a daze.
He gave a sad smile, remembering their first kiss. The taste of her soft lips, the feeling of her tongue on his, the sensation of his hands on her cheeks and her fingers in his hair. She had pulled away and looked up at him.
“Were we rehearsing?” She had asked, turning as red as the shirt he was wearing. He smiled down at her. “No. I wanted to know what it felt like without all the cameras around us.”
She smiled. “That was my first kiss.”
He grinned. “Then we better practice some more.”
The moment was interrupted by their handlers dragging them off to the movie set. His memory was painfully ripped away from him as the limo came to a halt and his brother shook him. “Come on, we’re here.”
He gulped, as the door opened and he stepped out. Blinded by cameras, he faked a smile and walked down the red carpet.
She walked down the red carpet, faking a smile and waving at her fans. It was raining, but no one cared. They all had umbrellas. She sighed. She knew she was going to run into him soon. As she was being interviewed by someone, her mind went back to their fight.
As he was being questioned about his outfit and his thoughts about the movie, he bit his lip as the memories of their fight flooded back into his thoughts, clouding his mind.
“I’m sorry.” He blurted.
“Excuse me?” The interviewer asked.
He looked at them, then shook his head. “I mean, Im sorry...say again?”
The interviewer nodded and repeated her question and he looked away to shied the tear the fell from his eye.
They were at the set, having it out in the dressing room. They both prayed that the director would yell cut any moment, but they both knew that wouldn’t happen. They were using their real names. It was real. Neither of them could honestly give a reason for the cause of the fight, there was none. It just happened. It was the last day of shooting and they had just complete their last scene. But instead of celebrating, they were fighting. Six months of happiness that ended in a flash. She wiped a tear from her eye, and glared at him. “Why did you say I love you?.” She spat out the words as if they were a poison and it stabbed his heart. He winced as she slammed the door. He twirled around and knocked everything off a dressing room counter.
Now here they were. One month, two weeks, and five days since the fight. Since the ending of shooting and editing of their movie. He was on one side of the red carpet, she on the other. He walked along the rope and signed autographs of fans. He saw girls whip out their phones and take pictures. Forty-two times. He counted. Since she walked away, he had called her forty-two times. She never picked up for him. Always the same. Her voice mail. Late at night, he would call her number. He knew she wouldn’t pick it up. He called to hear her voice. Even it was just the same, stupid recording he was heard a million times, it was still her voice. He would close his eyes and imagine her sitting next to him, smiling, and laughing.
She took a deep breath as her handler lead her down the red carpet. She wondered how she would feel when she saw him. She hated him...yet she loved him...yet she didn’t know. She glanced to her left, and her breath caught in her chest.
He was zoning out when he felt something shake his shoulder. He jerked out of her and saw his brother.
“What?” He mouthed.
His brother pointed to something, and his eyes followed. His breath caught in his chest. It was her.
Time slowed down as they both froze to star at each other. Neither of them could move, they were paralyzed. People called their names as the rain got harder and people and stars made their way inside to watch the movie, but the two main stars didn’t move. They could hardly breath as they stood to take in the sight of one another.
She stared at him. He was wearing a black tux with his hair swept to the side. He looked amazing, wonderful, dashing, no..she hated him.
His eyes began to water. She was stunning. Her long dark hair was curly, she was wearing a blue dress. Blue looked amazing on her. Something on her wrist caught his eye. The bracelet. All the hatred, sadness, confusion, and hurt left him as he shouted over the rain.
“You never took it off?”
She seemed stunned by his question, but she slowly shook her head. As tears welled up in her eyes, she replied. “No..”
He took a step forward, then stopped. She was still a few good yards away from him. He gulped and looked at her.
“I called...” He said, dumbly.
“I know...” She replied, lost for any intelligent words.
He looked down at his feet, then back up. “Do you forgive me?”
She looked away sharply, then back at him. “Yes. Do you forgive me?”
That was all he needed. He dropped his umbrella and began running towards her. Within seconds he was soaked.
She began crying and smiling as she dropped her umbrella as well and ran into his outstretched arms. He swung her arms and kissed her.
“I’m sorry, Joe!” She said between kisses.
“I know, Cassie, I know!” Joe said, holding her in his arms.
Joe Jonas looked at Cassie Brant and smiled. “Let’s never fight again.”
She giggled. “Deal.”
Joe grinned then took her hand. “Come on, I believe we have a movie to catch."
Cassie giggled again as they began running hand in hand to watch their Oscar-worthy movie.
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lol
