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[size=8]peej macdonald

i looked at london, " we can't come back. for a long time, you know? if i come back. then, your dad. your parents. i'm staying in manchester. " i said, quite seriously. " us four can move to manchester. stay there forever. " i smiled.

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[size=14]Harold
Edward
Styles }

i laughed softly at her, " well. i don't think we could find a plan anywhere else 'love. " i said, shrugging as i walked up to the building. it was most definitely the airport. no doubt about it.

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philip-james&'pj'&jonathan&robinson&pjliguori

i looked up, smiling softly. " have i ever told you, why. i was put in here? " i asked. looking at her quizzically. i honestly, could not remember if that subject ever fell into our conversations. it may have, but. my mind couldn't recall it.

// i'm such a horrible person i'll reply now! i promises. me promises! I PROMISED GOSH DANGIT. i will. me will reply all the doo-dah day. x]

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//hairflick.
i am pretty hipster i mean. all the day, i'm listening to the best gosh dang music ever. and, you know. i watch all those mainstream youtubers. and i worship tumblr. like, always.
//huddles in corner.
okay maybe not. i more or less spend my days listening to unknown bands. and watching people like pewdiepie. and danisnotonfire. and i don't even have a tumblr!
//awkward tantrum.
:3

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[size=8]peej macdonald

i raised my pinky. as did phil and dan. " how about. phil, pinky promise dan. and i pinky promise london. instead of, awkwardly making fools of ourselves. " i said, laughing. phil nodded, and locked pinkies with dan. i smiled softly to london, " forever. and ever. " i promised.

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philip-james&'pj'&jonathan&robinson&pjliguori

i nodded to her, smiling. " i guess it's about time i told you. " i chuckled softly. i remembered it all too clearly. " doctors said i had a minor sanity breakdown. " i explained. " in other words, i went just a tad mental. i was seeing things. like, ghosts. and children. that, were clearly not there. i flipped out on my friends. and the doctors realised. that, the nerves and stress were getting to me. and i needed to chill out. so, i'm in here. " i explained. it wasn't all too complicated.

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christian articus bishop

the page couldn't have gone far. it had to be somewhere, it just had to. i opened the draws, to find even more journals. dated further back. the girl seemed to really like writing down her life. " oh come on! what did she hear? what even is her name... " i mumbled, looking frantically through the draws. " the wine cellar.... " i whispered softly to myself. the deformed woman, the noises. i got up and turned around. there was the faint image of a teenage girl. she had long black, straight hair. and what seemed like blue eyes. i looked over my shoulder, she was the girl. she was the daughter. " you're the durby's daughter... " i said softly, nerves taking over me. the girl's eyes darted down to the ground, but she sadly nodded. how on earth, was this happening. she was, dead. murdered. a victim of the cruellest act of abuse.

" the wine cellar. " i said quizzically. she faintly nodded, before disappearing. i felt bad, didn't ask her for her name. but, i knew i had to go to the wine cellar. i looked around the girls room. for any trace of identity. i wanted to know who she was. i wanted to know her. i wanted to know her. i looked around, there were traces of who she might be. but nothing told me exactly who the girl was. i yelled out for sami and caleb. but, there was no answer. i cautiously ran down the stairs. i could hear racquel. maybe they were with her, i ran down the stairs. and saw she had managed to find a hidden door. that was quite exciting. it could possibly lead to the wine cellar. i ran into the room, and looked around. " woah. " i said in amazement.

i looked to racquel. " sam and cal aren't with you. hey, can you. possibly. maybe. just, come down to the cellar with me? i think. i possibly. maybe. saw a ghost. she, maybe. told me to possibly go to the wine cellar. and. i maybe possibly am scared. " i said, quite awkwardly i must add. i wanted to find the hidden cellar. but, i was determined not to go by myself. and racquel was my only option at the moment. it could give me a chance to get to know her. and see if she finds me incredibly idiotic for thinking i saw a possible ghost. which, was impossible. ghosts just, they didn't at all exist. it was all my imagination. it could easily have been my imagination. i had an over active mind. that was all it was. i wanted to play the part of the hero. so, my mind had imagined a ghost. and that paper. it must have been fake too.....

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i smiled to the boys, as we gave ourselves a small pep talk. " i'm a bit too excited, guys. " i said, smiling softly. the boys nodded at me, laughing softly. i was craving going on stage. i loved performing. it was one of my favourite things about being in one direction. and the amazing support we got from all of our fans. it was always nice to know you're doing something positive to help at least one person. " you're on in five boys. " management said. i nodded to them. " get it, five boys. there's five of us. " i said, obviously joking. louis rolled his eyes, but all of us laughed. out of the stupidity of the joke i had just told. the minutes ticked faster than they ever did. " you're on boys. " someone called out.

the five of us ran out on stage. " why, hello there. " i said, laughing at the crowd. there was an unbelievable amount of clapping. i figured it was for all of us, it had to be. i looked down to the front row, and something caught my eye. " oh no she didn't. " i said softly. i walked to liam, louis and zayn. " look at what those crazy girls have done. " i said, pointing to the front row. " wait, that's. eleanor. and. dani. and perrie and, of course. you little twat niall. there's reagan. " louis said, laughing. " it seems as if someone's trying to get us into trouble. " zayn smiled, as he ran to the end of the stage. liam, louis and i followed him to the end of the stage. " so, this is what girls do on a girls only outing? " i asked. pointing to the signs. by now, liam, louis and zayn were helping their girlfriends up onto the stage. i held my hand out to reagan. " lovely to see 'ya reagan. " i said, chuckling.

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philip-james&'pj'&jonathan&robinson&pjliguori

i heard the sounds of alex cry. i got out of bed, a nurse rushed to my side. " mister phillip-james. you cannot leave. you're in no state to leave. we haven't correctly figured out what will trigger you. you cannot be around someone in such a state. " she insisted. i shook my head simply, " it seems as if she's the one thing that clears my head. " i said, walking out to see alex, distraught. i ran softly to her, my footsteps barely making a sound. i wrapped my arms around alex, " everything 'appens for a reason alex. there was a reason i was sent here. i don't think it 'twas a coincidence we met. " i said, trying to calm her down.

[align=center][color=black][size=8]since you did such a good job. here is a few pictures from dan&phil's tumblrs.

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[size=8]peej macdonald

" i think it's time for a huge hug. " i said, nodding as i attacked london with a huge hug. " i agree. to the next degree. " dan rapped, awkwardly. as he joined in the hug. " never gonna be a rapper dan. " phil laughed, as he joined in. " the four of us forever. through whatever weather. " i said, nodding. nothing could bring us down, i'd ring my mum. who would be more than happy i was coming come. and, we wouldn't call london's parents at all. she was old enough to decide what she wanted to do with her life. and at the moment, she wanted england.

[align=center][color=black][size=8]my mum liked blurred lines before it got cool.
//awkward dance.
maybe that's a bad thing, since.... the song is blurred lines. >__<
i wore plaid before it was cool.
and i wore velvet skirts as a child.
yeah, i was a hipster before hipsters were invented.

[align=center][color=black][size=8]it's like the. indie music. and the hardcore music.
like fall out boy, the hipsters at my school love them some fall out boy.
and they like one direction, and are like.
" uh. homework. no thanks. i'm gonna sleep in my hipster bed. and dream of hipster dreams "
and they type in lowercase. 'cos upper case is just too mainstream. :3

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[size=8]peej macdonald

" we all love you too! " i yelled loudly, laughing my head off. " oh my gosh peej! " dan yelled, dramatically. " omg. omg. omg. omg. " phil said, acting disgusted, " what? " i asked, confused. " she put her face germs on us! " they chorused.

[[ i hate you so much. i just spent, SO long. stalking your tumblr. what are the bands you like? they look amazing. tell me all your secrets.

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he's like.
" really child? you gone go on the wifi, again? really, child? im thirty-five. and wifi's just to mainstream fo me. "
:3 my dog is the shiz.

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[size=8]peej macdonald

dan and phil shrugged, " you do know girls are icky. and, they have germs. " dan nodded. i inched away from london. " please don't infect my face! " i pleaded, " phil. kill it please. it won't let go. " i said, pretending to be scared.

[[ i genuinely hate you though.
//bookmarks your tumblr.
i wish i had a tumblr.
i'd be like
//REBLOG HER BLOG. REBLOG REBLOG.
//OMFG REBLOG.
we could be tumblr buddies.
i want my tumblr back now.
GOSH DANGIT. :3

[align=center][color=black][size=8]ex-SQUEEZE me.
they do too. mhmhmhm.
or maybe i'll insane, i'll go with the second one.
anyway, the way of the hipster. is sacred.
it's quite hard to become, a hipster.
first you gotta have the off the chain hipster clothes.
and you gotta reblog all these pictures of like. beer. and cool things.
and you gotta wear the fancy converse and vans.
and dream hipster dreams
and find unknown hipster-like bands.
being a hipster's too emotionally draining.
i'll stick with being a geek.

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no thanks.
human interaction kinda scares me.