We watched the sun burn down into cinders.

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dont use

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well, maybe it's just me and my blind optimism to blame
or maybe it's you and your sick need to give love then take it away

Oh, welp, hey there, Polyvore...
This is so weird.
I forgot how to navigate everything on Polyvore haha.
 
Anyways... sophomore year, blahblahblah.
Brownie points to whoever knows who SHINee is (from my set)...
then again, no ones going to even see this damn set because I'm forever al0ne and no one goes on Polyvore anymore.
 
But seriously, I just began liking SHINee and they are so amazing. I was so mad that their song 'Quasimodo' wasn't on the Amazon directory... (but of course Lucifer was~)
Even though Jonghyun looks like a dinosaur sometimes, he is so adorable.
And omg Minho and Taemin need to get in my pants ladkjekd
 
Yeah, K-Pop LOLOL.
 
You never know with me, though.
Nowadays, I get obsessed with something for like a few months and then it all blows over and I'm neutral for a while and then onto the next one..
 
I have a week off lol.
I should be doing my homework, reading of Mice and Men, answering 50+ english questions, vocab, studying for Science, History & Math... but eh.
 
Welp, bye.

yep.

binder cover for this school year.
i don't know why you would want to use it seeing as my name's all over it.
lol.

Look who came back from vacation early! ... And look who didn't get any views or comments on her last story :[
Does anyone even read this thing?
I think I'll keep posting, though, because I have the whole story planned out, anyways LOL.
 
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Ding, next. Ding, next. Ding, next.
I was whizzing through these customers like no other day.
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!
The sudden and constant ringing quickly became an annoyance as I was finishing up my last order.
I scrunched my nose together and looked up to see Joe in the front counter, grinning innocently, and begin to talk.
His voice was somehow droned out by my thoughts, though.
I had been working all morning, easily breezing through all the customers. I was just about ready for my to finish in ten minutes. My mind faded out and my ears tuned in.
 
“So, are you in, Annie?” he said, calling me by my nickname. I always knew when Joe was around if I heard that name. He brightened up, looking for an answer.
 
“I’m sorry,” I blushed a shade of red. “I kind of didn’t hear anything you said.” I looked down, suddenly feeling embarrassed.
 
He chuckled. “I had a feeling. I saw that you had that pensive look on your face.”
 
“Pensive?” I said, astonished Joe knew words longer than four letters.
 
“Word a day calendar.” He mumbled.
 
I nodded, impressed. “… and you used it correctly. Good job, my boy.”
 
His eyebrows furrowed and he pushed his glasses up with his index finger.
 
“So, I was saying,” Joe said, thankfully interrupting my unnecessary thoughts. “That we have rehearsal for our European leg of our World Tour. We have a different set list and want to change it up a bit. The place is huge and I mean obviously it’s not the same because we’re not really in Europe yet but I really want you to come... well that is if you want to come. Is it just me or is it getting kind of hot in he—“
 
“Joe,” I laughed. I watched as he scratched the back of his head; again, as a signal of embarrassment or awkwardness. I removed my apron as the clock silently struck three PM. I pulled my hair tie from my wrist and put my hair up in a messy pony-tail. “I have dance class tonight…” I started but then Joe’s eyes averted from my face to the ground with a change in expression.
 
I sighed. “… but I guess I’ll cancel.” I smiled.
 
His head popped up and he picked me up in a huge hug and spun me around and put me down, giving me this goofy grin.
 
Okay, now who can say no to that? Hmm, okay, so maybe a lot of people who have self-control.
---
I ran up and down the aisles of the venue until I made it to the perfect spot. It wasn’t all the way at the top in the nosebleed section and I wasn’t right in the front. It was… a sweet spot. I felt like yelling something stupid and hear the echoes that would follow.
 
I heard a smirk from behind me. Catching my breath, I wondered who was so fast to catch up with me—and so stealthily, too! Or maybe they just happened to be around. Joe usually was really into working out and running but usually with something like this, he’d bring out his five year old self and whine, coming to a stop after a couple seconds. I saw the person who was standing behind me walk past me and wave down to Joe who was still “tired” back down at the floor seats.
He was a curly headed one with a perfect curl that fell right in front of his forehead. He was wearing a signature American Apparel white v-neck and clad in black skinny jeans. He was cute to say the least.
Unfortunately, he looked way too young.
 
He suddenly turned around and struck me with his flawless looks. I pretended to be unfazed by his presence and took a seat down at my sweet spot. I sighed of satisfaction and saw everything that went on stage.
 
“You must be Anneliese.” The curly headed one said, finally approaching me.
 
I nodded. From the way he walked and presented himself, he seemed to be of importance. Who was he, though? It was on the tip of my tongue, but nothing really clicked. I must’ve had a change in expression or been really obvious because he laughed and lent out his hand. “I’m Nick.”
 
I took his shake but was stiff confused. “I’m sorry; I’m not really familiar with Joe’s friends…”
 
He threw back his head with laughter and was soon joined by another curly headed guy. They looked a like. This was annoying me now. Why was my brain so pathetic and useless when I needed it the most? What was going on?
 
“You… must be Anneliese, am I right?” said the new guy. He looked over to Nick and smirked as if they were internally sharing some inside joke. He turned back to face me and tucked one of his hands into his pockets and lent the other one my way. “I’m Kevin.”
 
I friendlily took his hand in and smiled as best as I could at that point.
 
Nick quickly whispered something to Kevin and Kevin quickly looked over to me. Kevin then looked back at Nick with wide eyes. He stifled a laugh.
 
“We’re actually Joe’s brothers. You know, from the Jonas Brothers.” Nick finally said.
 
“Oh,” I said, my face entering a deep shade of red. “I just didn’t recognize you…”
 
“We could tell,” Kevin joined in. “Don’t mind us. We’ve just heard a lot about you from Joe.”
 
“You have?” I asked.
 
They shared a glance. “Tons,” Kevin said.
 
“Um, do you know where Joe is..?” I quickly said, wanting to get out of this awkward hole that I was in, pulling the ineffective awkward balloon simultaneously.
They looked at each other and smiled. “He’s probably backstage somewhere.” Nick stated.
I quickly excused myself and walked through one of the doors in the area, suddenly taking in a deep breath as I made it outside. I looked down and continued to walk around until I found ‘backstage’ printed somewhere visibly. What there some rumor going around about me? Wait, what am I thinking? There shouldn’t even be a reason for people to know my name. I felt so… inferior and stupid. Of course they were Joe’s brothers. How could I not catch on? Kevin… Nick… Joe…
 
I groaned as crashed into someone and looked up to see who it was. “Sorry,” I said. “I was actually trying to find you,” I whispered.
 
Joe shined a big smile. “Well here I am. How was it? Did you like the stage? It’s big enough for all these crazy stunts I’m gonna try. I know we only did a few songs, but yeah, that’s probably how it’ll be.” He sighed. “I’m so excited. You’re definitely comi—Anne?”
 
I snapped my head up, even though I was listening to him. “I’m listening,” I informed him.
 
“I know, but…” he started. “Is something wrong?” he asked.
 
“I met your brothers. Well, more like met two guys, got laughed at, and didn’t recognize two thirds of the Jonai. Mission accomplished for embarrassing me, myself and I.” I said, sighing and then smiling.
 
He wrapped his arm around my shoulder. “Forget them. They’re just surprised as I was when that someone doesn’t recognize them.”
 
“Wow, you guys are so full of yourselves,” I laughed. “Not every girl harbors over what you do every second of every hour.”
 
“Well, you don’t have to because you have a VIP pass.” He winked. He moved away from me and stepped in front of me. “You get this, all day every day.” He obnoxiously flexed his muscles and I rolled my eyes.
 
“Oh, yes,” I started. “Lucky me gets to walk around with an obnoxious five year old. I really owe it to the Gods of Fate for giving me such an opportunity.” I said, my tone dripping with sarcasm.
 
“’Kay, cut the sarcasm, Anne. You know you love me.” He said.
 
I shot him a ‘get out of here’ look and he pouted and I sighed. “I won’t admit it, but you’re probably right, Joe.”
 
“Aww, watch Miss Tough get sappy. You need a tissue?” He said pretending to cry.
 
I lightly punched Joe’s arm and he pulled me closer and messed up my hair. I rolled my eyes and smiled. “I’m serious, Joe,” I looked up at him and he looked down, grinning back. “You’re truly one of the best friends I’ve had. I mean… sometimes I don’t even realize I’m talking to Joe Jonas. I see you just as Joe. My Joe.”
 
I wrapped both my arms around him and realized we were now somehow backstage. The walls were painted a nice and darker shade of yellow; it was soothing and made me feel comfortable. We walked into a room that was labeled ‘Jonas Brothers’ on the door. I set my purse onto the couch as Joe pulled out a bottle of water from the mini refrigerator
 
He had this warmness that emanated from his delicious, cocoa-hazel eyes. “Your Joe?” he said, brightening up. “Well, thanks. I’m glad you see the real me and not just some hot, scrumptious, fine piece of land that—“
 
“Shut up, Joe.” I said, lightly smacking the back of his head.
 
“Shut up, Annie.” He mocked in a high pitched voice.
 
“Okay, I sound nothing like that, you big goon.” I said rolling my eyes.
 
“Oh em gee. You totally, like, did not just call me a goon.” He said, flailing his arms around like an idiot.
 
I just gave him that blank stare, which annoyed him, and he apologized.
 
“In a while we’re gonna play a few more sets, then our opening acts play some stuff. We’re going out to dinner later…” he started. He continued to talk about how I should come with him.
 
“What time is it, anyways?” I asked suddenly paranoid about my lack of time management.
 
Joe clumsily fumbled around with his watch for a few seconds. “5:30.”
 
I cursed under my breath and picked up my purse from the couch. “Joe, I really have to go. I’m sorry,” I pouted. “I have theater classes today with Jackie and I promised her I’d pick her up for once.”
 
“Can’t you like… skip?” he said, sadly.
 
I laughed at how easily he thought I could just cut class. “I could, but then I’d be losing more in the end. Not that I don’t want to hang out with you, Joe. But I honestly don’t think that giving the excuse of hanging out with a Jonas Brother is going to get me course credit.”
 
“What are you talking about?” he yelled goofily. “Those theater geeks love some Jonas.”
 
“To be honest, Joe, your acting in the first season sucks. I caught an episode when I was bored. Your brothers’ corny jokes and Nick’s expressionless face made up for your lack of ‘funny’.” I said bluntly.
 
He gasped. “I am appalled.”
 
“Okay, I apologize for not telling you the truth before, but I didn’t know you then.” I giggled.
 
“So can you stay or not?” Joe whined, obviously taking my criticism to heart, and started stomping his feet for a few seconds.
 
“Well…” I started and I looked up to see his chocolate orbs for eyes pout. For a bad actor, he definitely was pulling off this pity look well. “I guess I’ll stay.” I sighed.
 
Before I knew it, I was pummeled to the couch in a big Joe hug and saw the door open to find Nick and Kevin standing there, watching their brother. Their expressions were inexplicable.
 
I make really horrible first impressions, okay?
. . . .

They spent every waking moment that had to spare with each other. They could rely on each other for almost anything. Three weeks together was equal to about three months together. He was trying to find the right time to ask her out, and all she was trying to find was a best guy friend and she wasn’t in any hurry. He was going crazy about her and she didn’t notice a thing.
. . . . .
 
I walked into the café at around 7:30 pm and saw her sitting in the corner of the café next to the window on a Fall Saturday. She was skimming through some degrading gossip magazine for the laughs. I smirked as I saw my face in the corner of the magazine. Her smile made me feel nervous and queasy. Her laptop was closed midway and papers full of words were scattered around the table for two. It seems as if she had taken a break from typing up an assignment.
 
“Hey,” I smiled, taking a seat. My voice caught her off guard as she looked up a little flustered.
 
“Hey, what’s up,” she said once she relaxed. She looked down at her papers and blushed. “I’m just about done,” she said, embarrassed. She set down the magazine into the shelf behind her.
 
She opened up her laptop again and typed a few more sentences and pushed it a few inches away so she could read the accumulated work.
 
I exhaled, “So what movie do you want to watch tonight?”
 
Every weekend, it was a ritual of some sort for us to just curl up on her couch with whatever we could grab out of the fridge and throw a DVD into her player.
 
She pondered for a second and then closed her laptop shut. She looked up to me and involuntarily batted her eyelashes and bit her lip.
 
Keep calm, Joe. She’s just a girl…
 
“A Disney Classic,.” She said, giggled. “That is, if you don’t mind.”
 
“Of course I don’t,” I chuckled. I wouldn’t mind if we had to sit through a Hannah Montana marathon if it meant I could spend time with her. It’s not like I’d be paying attention to the movie half the time, anyways…
 
“I just have to stop by the rink,” she beamed.
. . . . . .
I waited by the door as she raced to the clear walls and banged on them. The head of the boy who skated with her, Ryan, whipped around and smiled deviously. Something about him just made me rage with envy and jealousy. Actually, half the time, I wasn’t jealous of him—but that he had a connection and more time with Anne more than I did.
 
I repetitively tapped a beat with the pads of my fingers. I watched as she turned around and laughed, walking away from him. I watched as his eyes trailed on her for a while, but then he saw me and swiftly turned back around and joined his class again.
 
“Joe?” she asked, inquisitively.
 
I snapped out of my bubble of thoughts and looked at her. “Yeah, let’s go.”
. . . .
(Anne’s POV)
“Lucy’s at her friend’s house so she’ll probably be back by the end of the movie. Remember to keep track of the time so she doesn’t come home to a Jonas Brother,” I pulled some ice-cream out of the fridge and walked back to my living room, taking a seat next to him on the couch. He put his arm around my shoulder on the couch.
 
“What’s tonight’s special,” he smiled, looking over to what I was holding.
 
“Melted ice cream,” I cheered, and he grimaced at the carton of rocky-road ice cream.
 
“That’s your dinner?” he said, slightly appalled. I nodded, questioning why he was so surprised. “You know, I can cook.” he pointed out, as the beginning of Mulan stated to play.
 
I watched him get up, heading towards the kitchen, and wink at me right before he turned around. I was about to whine on how the movie just started and how I just got comfortable next to him on the couch but then decided against it. Also, I wasn’t really sure how he’d take that comfortable comment, knowing his cocky side was always open to share. I raised my eyebrow, indulging myself in another spoon of ice cream, instead. He rummaged through my cabinets as if in search of the Sorcerers Stone or something.
 
“Jooeee-wuh,” I whined, sighing. I got up and trudged over to him and rested my chin on his shoulder. I looked over to see what he was concocting. He suddenly smiled and looked down at me.
 
“Trust me, I can cook.” He assured. “Just go and sit back down and finish watch Mulan. You’ll miss your favorite part,.” He reminded me.
 
The thing was… he knew very well that ‘I’ll Make a Man Out of You’ was one my favorite scenes and probably used it against me, but I turned his offer down anyways.
 
“What? No! And let you go through my pantry like that?” I responded, laughing.
Here’s the thing… honestly, I didn’t care what he did because I trusted him.
 
“Then…?” he questioned, in a sing song voice. He turned around and smiled at me.
 
“I’ll be your helper!” I cheered.
 
I saw him chuckle and brighten up. “Can you cook?”
 
“Nope!” I grinned widely. Yeah, I was blunt like that, but Joe was used to it by now.
 
He laughed and messed up my hair with his hand and pushed some of my bangs out of my face and behind my ear. I frowned and ran my hands through my hair and he rolled his eyes, mentioning something about how I looked fine. As he started to cook something that smelled incredible only five minutes in, I set up the spices and condiments he listed. I rearranged them by color, size, and alphabetically. It only struck me how stupid and boring my job was till I noticed I was building a pyramid out of these items.
 
I groaned, whining out his name, once more. “Hurry up and finish or gimmie something harder to do!” I sighed, nosily looking over shoulder. He mumbled a quick ‘that’s what she said’ but I rolled my eyes. I rested my chin on his shoulder and felt his muscles suddenly tense up out of surprise.
 
“I’m done, I’m done!” he chuckled.
 
“Nice apron,” I laughed, tugging on the strings that were tied behind him.
 
He swung around with the wooden spoon with his cooking. He securely had his hand under the spoon, making sure not to spill anything. He instructed me to taste it and I looked up at him and smiled and followed his directions.
 
I closed my eyes and opened my eyes and raised my eyebrow. “Joe...”
 
“Okay, I’m sorry it tastes awful; don’t sue me or something,” he quickly stated. “I’ve only been cooking for a while..”
 
“What are you talking about?” I said, giving him a look. “It tastes…”
 
Son of a— my thesaurus of adjectives was going blank when I didn’t need it to.
 
“.. awesome.” I finished, pathetically. “In fact, you’re coming over to my house everyday to make me breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And... for free!” I smiled.
 
He chuckled. I could feel him watching me as I hopped around the kitchen trying to find a plate to get more food before it got cold. I found two plates and turned around. “How much do you want?”
 
He was now staring at the ground, leaning on the island in the middle of the kitchen. His apron was now on the stool chair and he looked deep in thought, a smile lingering on his lips.
 
“Joe?” I said, quietly, not know whether to disturb him.
 
His head snapped up and he looked a little confused. “Oh, uh, just a little bit,” he responded.
 
“You know, you do that /a lot/.” I smiled, turning back around to face the stove. I piled a little of his lasagna on to his plate.
 
“Do what a lot?” he asked.
 
“Space out or go into this really deep trance or something,” I laughed. He didn’t reply and I turned around, a little concerned.
 
“… or something,” he barely mumbled.
 
----
 
Joe fell back laughing as I finished singing along to ‘Be A Man’. “You really know that song down pat. I stopped singing after, like, the first verse.”
 
“Well,” I scoffed, showing off. “You know how I do.”
 
“Please, I beg of you, spare me from your gangster attempts.” He said, pleading and laughing at the same time.
 
I smacked his arm and smiled. “Shut up, I’m like a year older than you so you better treat me with some respect.”
 
He smiled at me and turned back to face the TV. I situated myself nice and snuggly next to Joe. He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me in closer. Was it wrong to say it felt right with his arms around me?
 
“Tired?” he asked, yawning.
 
Before I could answer, not to mention I was so at ease in Joe’s atmosphere, I was already knocked out and asleep.
 
---
I squirmed myself around on the couch, situating myself where I faced Joe and hid my face into his chest. I lazily opened my eyes partly to realize that we were both sleeping on my couch. Joe’s arms were still around me. I could feel his steady, even, and shallow breaths as is chest raised and dropped.
 
He cleared his throat a little anxiously. “Annie?” he whispered.
 
“lkadjlkejde?” I mumbled into his chest and smiled.
 
“Uhh,” he started, nervously.
 
I sheepishly and lethargically opened my eyes to find Joe’s eyes fixated on something in front of us. The way he continued to uneasily stare at whatever was in front of us was an answer enough, trying to make a point for me to turn around.
 
I wriggled around his grasp and he loosened his grip on me. I sat up and after a few seconds, so did Joe.
 
I realized my sister was standing in front of me, her eyes wide open, her hands lightly shaking. My sister. /Lucy./ The die-hard Jonas Brothers fan was standing in front, merely ten feet away, from a Jonas Brother.
 
“I’d close your ears. She looks like she’s about to burst.” I whispered to Joe, who was next to me.
 
He followed my instructions, slowly, a little cautious, and placed his hands over his ears while I ran over to Lucy to place my hand over her mouth.
 
“Deep breaths, Luce,” I instructed.
 
She shook her head rapidly, as if saying it wasn’t possible to be calm.
 
“Joe,” I instructed. “I suggest you run. I don’t know how much longer I can hold her down.” I was partly joking but then saw Lucy’s face and took back my sense of poking fun.
 
I turned my head slightly towards where Joe was, but he continued to just sit there, his hands no more covering his ears. Surprisingly enough, he had an amused expression plastered across his face.
 
“Joe!” I nudged.
 
“What?” he chuckled, “What could she possibly do to harm me? I’m pretty sure I’ve gone through bigger and crazier fans than her.”
 
“Yeah, but at this moment, you don’t have Big Rob to exactly defend your rock-star butt.” I said, rolling my eyes.
 
He got up, regardless of his words. He leaned in for a hug but I shook my head and made it obvious that I was a little busy holding Lucy back. He pouted and scratched the back of his head, something I noticed men do when something is awkward or they have nothing else to say. He ran his fingers through his hair and suddenly smiled, as if thinking about something. “I’ll call you later,” he said, in a promising voice that I’d never heard him use. Before he closed the door, he turned around and smiled this gleaming and awkward smile that only looked perfect on him. He turned around and closed the door shut.
 
I got up, still holding Lucy who was now calmer. I let go of her and she raced into her room, probably to stare at pictures of the Joe she had just witnessed.
 
I sunk into the couch, suddenly inhaling the soothing scent of Joe that was only there but five seconds ago. I groaned, annoying with the mixed feelings that had just washed through my body before he left and shot me that killer smile.
 
Wait.
Did I just describe Joe in more adjectives than ‘annoying’ and… well… ‘annoying’?
Well, that’s not good.
 

. . . .
Leaving for vacation tomorrow for the next two weeks.
Have a great rest of the summer! :)
-sanjana

I felt like getting off my lazy ass and making a set for once.
My plan didn't go well and I re-designed a set I had previously made, which was laying in my drafts, and now it looks like crap.
I leave for vacation tomorrow until August 29th.
... Not to mention school starts on September 1st.
Needless to say, I'll be dead at 6 AM in the morning while getting ready for school.
 
I might post a story, if anyone even cares to read.
I'm probably an idiot for even wanting to continue it because I only have one reader.
But that one reader is awesome and I love her. (Manda, I love you... EVEN IF YOU HAVEN'T READ ANY OF MY STORIES IN WEEKS .. but then again, I haven't posted a story or talked to you in weeks... IT KAY CUZ I STILL PRETEND LIKE YOU READ MY STUFF) :D:D
 

 

okaybyeiloveyouguys.

Les rêves des amoureux sont comm'(e) le bon vin
Ils donn(ent) de la joie ou bien du chagrin
Affaibli par la faim je suis malheureux
Volant en chemin tout ce que je peux
Car rien n'est gratuit dans la vie.
 
La vie... Jamais on ne me dira
Que la course aux étoiles; ça n'est pas pour moi
Laissez moi vous émerveiller et prendre mon en vol
Nous allons en fin nous régaler
 
:::::::::
 
Dreams are to lovers as wine is to friends
Carried through lifetimes, (and) spilled now and then
I am driven by hunger, so saddened to be
Thieving in darkness; I know you're not pleased
But nothing worth eating is free
 
Free at last; won't be undersold
Surviving isn't living; won't eat what I'm told
Let me free, I'll astonish you; I'm planning to fly
I won't let this party just pass me by.
 
. . . . . .
 
I love this song.. even if it is about stealing food and being hungry, etc.
Everything sounds pretty in French :P
Kinda makes me miss Spring Break in Paris!
GETTING MY BRACES OFF AUGUST 5TH.
Then vacation from August 12th - 30th~
 
I'm actually very excited for school this fall. I miss everybody!
 
Does anyone still go on Polyvore? :P

"Walcott, all the way to New Jersey
All the way to the Garden State,
out of Cape Cod tonight
 
Walcott, fuck the women from Wellfleet
Fuck the bears out in Provincetown
Heed my words and take flight
 
Walcott, don't you know that it's insane?
Don't you want to get out of Cape Cod, out of Cape Cod tonight?" // Vampire Weekend.