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30 March 2010 @ 01:13 am
iPod Shuffle #2  
Instructions: Click shuffle on iPod/iTunes. Write for length of song song playing twice. Move to next. No skipping.

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Everytime We Touch--CASCADA

When his fingers brush over the inside of her wrist, she jumps back at the shock that resonates against the soft skin.

"Sorry," he says quickly, stuffing his hand into his pocket. "Sorry, I didn't--" He glances around at the rest of the house party, all guests completely oblivious to his sudden discomfort as they dance. "Sorry."

"It's okay," she assures him. "Static shock, you know?"

He nods. "Right. Right."

They stare at each other. She squeezes the red plastic cup between her fingers and he coughs, stumbling from side to side as people bump into him in their haste to rush up the stairs. The large speakers in the living room are sending the bass beat thumping throughout the entire first floor, and he coughs again.

"Do you want to dance?" she asks suddenly.

He stares at her with wide eyes. "Huh?"

"Dance," she says louder. "Dancing. Do you want to dance?"

"I can't dance," he admits.

"What?" She frowns. "I can't hear you."

"I can't dance!"


He bites his lips. "But... Yeah, yeah, I'd like to dance with you."


World War III--Jonas Brothers

Her hand curls into a fist and she braces her feet against the floor. "You're a world-class ass."

"Me?" he demands. "Are you for real?"

"Everyone agrees with me," she hisses. "Everyone says it's your fault."

He shakes his head. "I'm not playing this game with you."

"What game?" she snaps.

"This game. This endless stream of manipulation and crap. I'm done with it."

She blinks.

"It's done. I don't want to fight with you. Not anymore. So stop."


What Did I Do To Your Heart--Jonas Brothers

He bites down on his bottom lip. "Uh... Hi."

Sniffing softly and wiping at her nose, she looks up. "Hi. What are--" She sniffles. "What are you doing here?"

"Saying hi," he shrugs. "I, uh... I missed you."

She frowns, brushing stray strands of hair away from her face. "Missed me?"


"You missed me."

"Yeah." He cocks his head to the side. "I don't--"

"Get out."

"Wait, what?"

"Get out."

"But, what did I--"

"Get out before I throw you out."

"But I--"

"You broke my heart. You left, and now you think that you can just come back? Get out."


Freak Out--Avril Lavigne

Taking deep breaths, she finishes tucking her thick hair beneath the soft knit material of her gray beanie. She smooths on a coat of lip gloss and gently adjust the way her bra sits on her chest. On the way out the door, her mother tries to call her back, reminding her about after school tutoring at the church. She rolls her eyes.

The walk to school in her sandals is uncomfortable, but the whispers from classmates as they watched her roll up the hem of her skirt made the discomfort of her outfit worth it.

"Hats aren't allowed during class." The teacher crosses his arms and stares, waiting, and she smirks back.

Tugging the hat off her head, she allows her long pink locks to bounce around her shoulders. "Bright, isn't it?"


What About Now--Daughtry

"I'm in love with you," he whispers, holding her hands firmly against his chest. "Please."

She pulls against him, the skirt of her dress rustling as she moves. "No. No. It's too late."

"No. It's not."

"What we had together is long gone," she says into the darkness. "It's over."

He shakes his head as footsteps pass in the hallway, calling out their names. "No," he insists. "It's never going to be over for us. It can't ever be over. Not for you and me."

"Oh, really? And what about that guy standing out there waiting for me, huh? Do you think he believes that there's still something between the two of us?"

"He doesn't matter," he yelps. "I don't give a rat's ass about him. I am talking about you and me. Do you still love me?"




Gonna Get Caught--Demi Lovato

"How many were there?" she chuckles sarcastically. "I mean, come on. I can be the only other woman. There have to be more."

He averts his eyes. "There weren't--"

"Don't lie," she snaps, sitting up. "There were."

He swallows. "But you were--"

"I wasn't important. I wasn't. Because if I was, it wouldn't have been second to someone. You would have left her to be with me and there wouldn't have been six other ones to fill your time. I would have been enough. But I wasn't."

She kicks him out, but before he leaves with all his bags he turns back to her.

"I'll be back for you."

She cackles.

"I'm sorry," he pleads.

"Get out," she snarls. "You had your shot, you messed around, and you lost."


Ultimate--Lindsay Lohan

"He used a text message to break up with you?"

She nods and he curses.

"That bastard needs to be publicly stoned in the courtyard."

She giggles, wiping away a tear. "You'd probably get expelled."

"Worth it. You're worth it. You're certainly worth more than a text."

She shakes her head.

"You are." He chuckles. "God, you don't even see it."

"See what?"

He smiles. "There are a billion guys out there who are ten times more perfect for you than him."

"Oh really?" She crosses her legs and presses her knees against his, leaning forward. "Give me a few examples. Besides you, of course."

He blinks. "Wh-what?"

"You... You're like the perfect guy."

"Are you telling me that you've been dating that loser for three months--"

She reaches out and flicks his forehead. "Dude, I've liked you for, like, six years."





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