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and someone pooped. :3

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" my name's christian. my last name is irrelevant. "

i got out of bed, slipping straight into my outfit for the day. i had gone with the usual black skinny jeans, white vans and a light blue oversized sweater. i wasn't planning on going to class, but i still went. i yelled a quick goodbye to my mother, before running out the door. i got my iphone out. turning straight to the music section. i began playing ' mk ultra ' by my favourite band, muse. i hated school, i dreaded it. ever since some popular kid forced me to take my sweater off, and my arms were shown. my life had been a living hell. what was so wrong about my arms, you ask? hundreds of scars. self-inflicted scars. i was deemed an emo depressed kid. and since then, life was not my favourite thing. my mum had found out about my long term depression when i was caught trying to commit suicide. since then, she insisted school was the place for me to be. i hated to go, but. i didn't go to class. which was the upside. i ran through the doors. and was immediately shoved. " hey look! it's christian! mind showing us 'ya arms? " once boy laughed. tugging at my sweater's arms. i shook my head, pulling my arm away from his grip. the bell rang, " i'll see you at interval chrissy! " he then yelled. i walked to my locker, and violently banged my fist against it. my hand bled a bit, but by now. i was used to the pain. i shoved my stuff in my locker, and removed a blade from my bag. i slipped it into my pocket, and headed to the bathroom.

[[ tell me if i'm being too gory. c;

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" i'm christian cruickshank. just another awkward teenage guy. "

i walked down the streets of manchester, england. i was dressed in black skinny jeans, white vans and one of my usual oversized sweaters. a petite, pretty blonde haired girl came up to me. she was dressed in lilac jeans and a denim blouse. " you're that american guy. " she said, smiling softly. i nodded, " yes. i am indeed american. " i nodded. the girl looked confused. " you're meant to be in america. being, american. touch the sky! " she then yelled, remembering who i was. i sighed softly, i didn't like it when i was recognised. it made me, awkward. i nodded awkwardly. the girl smiled, and walked off. thank god she hadn't asked me any more. i continued to walk down the streets, i got recognised a fair amount. i hated it, to be honest. it wasn't my favourite thing in the world.

[[ really low muse, sorry!

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[size=8]marzia nathalia isobella de luca

i smiled softly at phil, then got my phone out. i took a photo of dan, phil and bailey. and posted it to twitter. with the caption, anyone's dreams come true? @danisnotonfire @AmazingPhil and @baileyistheworst together? no. okay. :I i laughed, looking to phil softly. " you're a nice lad phil. it's hard to believe you're twenty six. " i commented.

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[size=8]marzia nathalia isobella de luca

i laughed at phil and dan. you could tell the two were close. " it's a great thing! an amazing thing. i wish i looked younger than i was. " i smiled. bailey nudged me. " marzia. you look like a little girl. you don't want to look younger. " he said, laughing. i shrugged softly. " group picture. " i declared. before taking my phone out, and smiling as i took a picture of me, phil, dan and bailey. i posted it to my twitter. with the caption. playlist live, has begun.

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" i'm philip lester, that weird guy with the hair from youtube and radio one. "

dan smiled softly, " i'd. become a llama. " he said, staring off into space. dan was rarely like this, but. of course, since it was my channel. and he was so laid back with me. he spaced out a bit.

[align=center][font=trebuchet ms][color=black][size=10]i'm a horrible tutor, sorry! i'm back though. here's a gif from my favourite phil video.

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check yes juliet.
are you with me?
rain is falling down on the sidewalk.
i won't until you come outside.
check yes juliet.
kill the limbo.
i'll keep tossing rocks, at your window.
there's no turning back for us tonight...

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i woke up to louis resorting to yelling in my ear. i immediately clutched my ears as my eyes adjusted to the morning light. louis smile softly to himself, you could tell he was proud to have woken me up. it was quite an effort-taking task. getting me to wake up, for. i loved sleeping. nothing more than it. well, maybe reagan. she was the small exception i would make. louis exited my room, he would probably begin bragging to the boys and reagan he had woken me up. i got my guitar from beside my bed and began strumming the chords to ' check yes juliet ' by we the kings. " lace up your shoes. ayo, ayo. here's how we do. run baby run. " i sang under my breath. i knew the managers weren't all for me dating a ' no-one ' they wanted me with an a-lister. not a girl who looked like she belonged on a punk rock album. well, that was what they said. but, one thing i knew, was that i loved reagan. and the fans loved reagan. but the managers hated reagan.

i already knew the managers wouldn't like to see me and reagan on magazines and such. maybe that was why i loved to be seen with her. just so that i could show everyone, i loved this girl. and no one could change that. i got my phone out, ignoring the missed calls from management i had. i texted reagan.

heeeeeyyyy reagan! i know you're going out with perrie, elea and dani. but. i'm going to call. in a few seconds. so. ha. i ruined girls day. :3 anywho bye.

love you, niall.

i waited a few seconds, before dialling the familiar girl's number. of course, by now. i had memorized her number. i memorized her number, twitter, facebook everything she had. i remembered it all.

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lace up your shoes.
ayo, ayo.
here's how we do.
run baby run!
don't ever look back.
they'll tear us apart, if you give them the chance!
don't sell your heart, don't say we're not meant to be!
run baby run forever we'll be!
you and me.

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" i'm phil lester. the guy with the hair from radio one and youtube. "

i sighed softly as i exited off of tumblr and twitter. i kept youtube up though, and minimized the video. i got up as dan told me to open up. i knew he wasn't one to not get what he wanted. my hand hovered above my door knob, then i got a tweet. it was from emma blackery. @AmazingPhil twitter and tumblr is no way to confess your love for me. i shook my head. it's not emma. i then tweeted simply before opening the door, to see dan. my heart was rapidly skipping beats. it was as if any moment i was going to have a heart attack. i left the door open and sat on my bed. shutting my laptop's lid.

" what happened with kristina? " i asked, looking up. my eyes settling on the blank door. my mind was all over the place. well, i did just almost burn my apartment down. then reject emma blackery, after confessing my love. even though i don't know if i'll feel this way tomorrow.

" i'm chris kendall. just another youtube comedian. call me crabstickz, chris. whatever. "

i jumped slightly as i was honked at. half of me expected an angry girlfriend ready to run me over. well, ex girlfriend. there was no way i'd quit either youtube or peej. they were my two real friends. a smile formed on my face as i saw it was pj. i jumped into the passenger seat. " 'yunno pj. i could drive. " i said, inspecting his face. he looked dead tired. i felt horrible for making him come out all this way, just for me to have a ride home.

my phone buzzed violently, i laughed softly at the vibration. i took my phone out, to see i had a tweet from phil. i smiled to myself, " seems as if phil's found himself a lass, peej. " i said, as i texted the lad. i would've tweeted him but, eh. that was too public.

you've found yourself a lass, eh? who's the lucky one?

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username; -- backpackparty --
what you would like to be called; backpack, party, phil or tori. whatever floats your boat.
other; i like the thread. and your face. o-o

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zak ; articus ; bishop

the basics
gender; male
age; nineteen
sexuality; straight
race; half british, half american. he's got an american accent though.
birthdate; twenty fifth of march.

the exterior
basic physical description; zak is an extremely short and petite person. though, height doesn't bother him or that much. or anything to do with other people's appearances. he has electric bluey-green eyes, which usually appear either blue or green. he has a few tattoos, scattered on his left and right arms. his hair could be deemed an ' emo ' style cut. but, he prefers not to give his hair a label. it swoops to the right side of his face. though it may give the illusion of being a dark brown, he's one hundred percent sure it is black. acne has never been a problem for his clear skin. though his skin is strangely pale.
height; five foot two.
weight; one twenty.
piercings/tattoos/other; a small pikachu on his left wrist. x
a tattoo on his upper left arm of a fox x
and tattoo of a penguin on his right arm x
he also has a nose piercing.

the interior
personality;
likes;
-- music --
-- writing --
-- skateboarding --
-- tattoos --
-- animals --
-- instruments --
-- singing --
-- computers --
-- food --
-- sweaters --
-- doctor who --
-- being alone --
dislikes;
-- rude people --
-- attention --
-- being yelled at --
-- no internet --
-- large groups --
-- speeches --
-- talking --
fears;
-- small spaces --
-- failing tests --
-- being on stage --
-- human interaction --
skills;
-- writing --
-- producing and making music --
-- drawing --
-- everything musical --
crush; " ha. that's cute. like anyone'd ever like a shy guy like me. "

the add-ons
treasured items; his digital camera.
pets; zeus, a male jack retriever puppy.
anthea, a female jack retriever puppy. the two puppies are siblings.
what was included in your luggage; his guitar, camera, laptop, notebook and writing materials. also, clothes.
other; twitter - @zakbishop
instagram - @zakbishop
youtube - zakattak
tumblr - zakbishop

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nicole ; madison ; abrahams

[font=Georgia][size=8]the basics
gender; female
age; eighteen
sexuality; straight
race; american
birthdate; first of july

the exterior
basic physical description; cole's natural hair colour is a light blonde-brown. but, she dyes her hair blue. simply because she prefers the colour. you will see her sporting other colours to, like brown and dip-dyes. her eyes are an interesting blue. that, sometimes even appear a bit purple. she's
height; five foot seven
weight; one nineteen
piercings/tattoos/other; ears pierced

the interior
personality; sweet, judgement free, unafraid and cute are a few words to decide cole. she's one of the most dedicated people you will ever find. if she makes a promise, you'll know she'll see it through. she likes to focus on the little things that people love, instead of focusing on little things people hate. she's a person of love and no war. she always tries to look on the brighter side of things. feeling that is the only true way to live live in complete peace and happiness. she doesn't let people's negativity get to her. more than anything she's a huge dreamer. she dreams of travelling absolutely everywhere. her goal in life, is to meet as many interesting people as she can.
likes;
-- makeup --
-- hair dye --
-- dress ups --
-- reading --
-- sleeping in cheap hotels --
-- animals --
-- outdoors --
-- christmas --
-- night lights --
dislikes;
-- sports --
-- getting hate --
-- judgement --
-- the moon --
-- the month august --
-- awkward decisions --
fears;
-- clowns --
-- small spaces --
-- judgement --
-- failure --
skills;
-- art --
-- planning --
-- running --
-- creativity --
crush; " erm. no one at the moment. i've never thought of liking anyone at the moment... "

the add-ons
treasured items; her owl necklace
pets; n/a
what was included in your luggage; makeup, notebooks, writing materials and clothes
other; twitter - @coleycakes
instagram - @coleabrahams
youtube - icecreamtuesdays
tumblr - winterwonderland

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i have nothing else to do. and i owe you some teaching.

you. are the bomb.

and once i teach you the fancy of the posting. i'll be irresistible.

i don't. i don't know.

i....

well..

here are some gifs of encouragement.

what d'ya want to learn. i'm sorry about the gif spasm.

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zak ; articus ; bishop

[size=8]the basics
gender; male
age; nineteen
sexuality; straight
race; half british, half american. he's got an american accent though.
birthdate; twenty fifth of march.

the exterior
basic physical description; zak is an extremely short and petite person. though, height doesn't bother him or that much. or anything to do with other people's appearances. he has electric bluey-green eyes, which usually appear either blue or green. he has a few tattoos, scattered on his left and right arms. his hair could be deemed an ' emo ' style cut. but, he prefers not to give his hair a label. it swoops to the right side of his face. though it may give the illusion of being a dark brown, he's one hundred percent sure it is black. acne has never been a problem for his clear skin. though his skin is strangely pale.
height; five foot two.
weight; one twenty.
piercings/tattoos/other; a small pikachu on his left wrist. x
a tattoo on his upper left arm of a fox x
and tattoo of a penguin on his right arm x
he also has a nose piercing.

the interior
personality;
likes;
-- music --
-- writing --
-- skateboarding --
-- tattoos --
-- animals --
-- instruments --
-- singing --
-- computers --
-- food --
-- sweaters --
-- doctor who --
-- being alone --
dislikes;
-- rude people --
-- attention --
-- being yelled at --
-- no internet --
-- large groups --
-- speeches --
-- talking --
fears;
-- small spaces --
-- failing tests --
-- being on stage --
-- human interaction --
skills;
-- writing --
-- producing and making music --
-- drawing --
-- everything musical --
crush; " ha. that's cute. like anyone'd ever like a shy guy like me. "

the add-ons
treasured items; his digital camera.
pets; zeus, a male jack retriever puppy.
anthea, a female jack retriever puppy. the two puppies are siblings.
what was included in your luggage; his guitar, camera, laptop, notebook and writing materials. also, clothes.
other; twitter - @zakbishop
instagram - @zakbishop
youtube - zakattak
tumblr - zakbishop

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[size=8]marzia nathalia isobella de luca

i walked on stage, desperately clinging onto bailey's hand. whilst dan, phil and bailey had been here before. it was all too new for me. i looked down at the crowd, and it dawned on me. most of the people here weren't marzipans. they were danosaurs, philions and bailey's fans. the percentage of them were girls. there were no true marzipans. i was all alone...