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3 hours ago[[BriiBallistikk]] said
Chapter 2 is up if yu wanna read it.! Thx for rding my stories..
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6 months agoJenna Anderson ♥ said
hey just wanted to let you now that chapter 4 is out :]
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7 months agoDeathwithLove said
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on February 6, 2009Beautifully Broken said
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What are you hiding?
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Sadness
You are a lovely person to everyone but when you are alone all the happiness falls apart and you start to breakWHat ArE Yu Hiding?
Be truthful and you will get a very real answer. Are you hiding anything?
Broken Heart
You hide any real feelings and are very antisocial. You have a fear of letting anyone get close to you. You are a loner and really quiet.You are a lil unsure of yourself right now.What are your tears made of?
To see what kind of emotional tear you are. Sorry if yous on't like it!
Water
You have tears of water. You cry by the cause of love and pain. Whenever you cry, a flood begins to form. Mo one can stop you when you from crying, only you can. Be sure not to cry more than you like because you will flood the world.What is in your eyes?
If you don't like it, I can live with it. I did this quiz when I was bored but it has fairly accurate results, let me know how I can make it better :)
eyes of sorrow
You're eyes are full of sorrow. Things may have happened in your life to make you think that maybe it's not worth it. But it is... if you stay strong long enough you'll see its more than worth it. Pain exists in life, but so does joy. You may just need to look at things in another way. You may feel lost, but just remember things will get easierYour Emo Baby`s Daddy 2 - Pics and Super Long Results GIRLS ONLY :) TAKE IT!!!
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You got Kris!
You involuntarily found yourself holding your breath as the doctor entered the room again. “Well, Miss ___, the tests are in, so I can safely say that yes, you are pregnant.” A million thoughts raced through your mind. Crap. What does this mean? I’m in trouble. I’m not ready to be a Mom. Kris is gonna… “Miss ___?” the doctor said, looking at you with some concern. “You can stop holding your breath now.” You laughed nervously as you let the breath out, mind still racing. This whole baby thing… it wasn’t going to work out very well. Not when Kris found out. Kris was… well, he had the mentality of a kindergartener.
You could still remember the first time you had met him - at your friend’s party. You had been doing your normal thing, minding your own business when a loud war woop sounded from the kitchen and Kris had come running out with a bag of chips and a jar of salsa above his head. “Woooo! Hey! Why didn’t you put this out? This is prime party food, this here is.” “Kris, what drugs have you been doing?” your friend laughed.
“Noooone, I swear,” he answered brightly, grinning like a madman. “I’m clean and sober for… ever! Now I’m eating salsa. Someone else come eat salsa with me.” You thought this kid was crazy, but you hadn’t eaten and you didn’t see any other decent food out, so when no one approached him after a while, you went over. “Hiya!” he said brightly from his perch on the floor - he hadn’t bothered with a table. “Come to eat salsa with me?” “Err… yeah,” you said, sitting awkwardly down and reaching for a chip. “Sweeeeeet!” A few minutes of awkward silence passed, none of which Kris seemed to notice, until he randomly said, “I know, let’s play airplanes!” He dunked his chip in the salsa and zoomed it through the air, making airplane noises.
“Nrrrrrrr! Gnnrrrr! Oh, look out, it’s coming in for a landing, open up!” You raised your eyebrows as he blatantly tried to get you into the game and he burst out laughing at the sight of your face, dropping his chip on the floor. You couldn’t help but laugh too, he was laughing so hard, and when he finally managed to stop himself, he said, “I like you. You’re smart. What’s your name?” You told him, to which he beamed and replied, “My name is Kris. Do you like my hair?” “Uhh… yeah, I do.” Actually, you had been admiring his hair earlier. “See! I knew I liked you! We’re going to be best buddies now.” And it seemed that he meant it, because he followed you like a puppy dog around the party. You were a little annoyed at first, but he kept cracking jokes and doing goofy things, particularly every time you were talking to a guy.
He was too amusing to stay annoyed with for long, so you ended up just hanging with him for the rest of the night. “Hey!” he said towards the end of the party. “Do you like movies?” “Yeah, of course I like movies,” you said, the smile from his last joke fading from your face. “Do you like…” He made a Dracula face, hands and all. “… scary movies?” “Sure, I guess,” you answered, wondering where this was going. “Great!” he chirped, bounding up from the couch… and taking your hand and pulling you along with him. “Woah, woah, wait!” you said, but he was zooming through partygoers too fast for you to make him stop. “Where are we going?” “To my place! To watch scary movies!” You weren’t sure how comfortable you were with that, especially when you realized that he’d be driving, but it didn’t appear as though you had a say in the matter, so you went along with it. And surprisingly enough, he was a very good driver… and lived in a nice house which he apparently lived in by himself. And so you found yourself plopped on the couch next to Kris, watching some obscure horror movie from the 1960’s or 70’s. In perhaps the most amusing thing he’d done all night, every time the scary music began, Kris leaned into your shoulder, asking you to tell
him when it was over. You began to suspect that maybe Kris didn’t actually give a shit about you and only needed someone to watch movies with… until you realized that every time he curled up to you, his face got lower and lower. When he began to get a little too low, you patted your shoulder. “Up here, buddy.” Kris pulled away, regardless of the fact that someone was being murdered on the screen, and pouted. “Aww, you ruin all my fun!” You smiled and pulled the pillow from next to you out, hitting him in the head. “Hey!” he shouted. “This is war! No… this is Sparta!” And with that proclamation, he lept on top you tickling you all over until you were begging for mercy. “Say uncle!” “Uncle!” you cried, laughing hysterically. “What? Didn’t quite catch that.” “Uncle!” “Louder!” “Uncle!” The tickling stopped, thank goodness, only for you to realize that, in the process of tickling you, Kris had straddled you and was now bent inches from your face. “Oops,” Kris whispered when he realized the same thing, but your eyes had met his and he didn’t seem able to move them away. You couldn’t resist - you made the first move, entwining your fingers in his hair and bringing him down onto your lips, loving the electric spark that ensued. He do too apparently because
for a good long while neither of you paid any attention to the movie. And when you had woken up on the couch the next morning, the wafting smell of pancakes had greeted you. After you had your clothes back on, you found the kitchen, where Kris had pancakes in the works - and flour everywhere. “Oh hi!” he said, when he saw that you were there. “I kinda had a little accident, but the pancakes will be good, I promise!” And they had been - the morning had been good too, not nearly as awkward as you would have thought. In fact, at the end of the whole thing, you had traded numbers and he had called you as you walked down the driveway to tell you that he missed you. In the three weeks since then you’d seen each other once for lunch - you always seemed to be busy when he was available - but the one time had been awesome. You’d nearly snorted soda out your nose from laughing so hard, even though you weren’t feeling good, and he’d left you with a big, sloppy, memorable kiss at the end. But now?
Now this. Your mind whirled as you left the office. What would happen now? You hadn’t really considered Kris a serious boyfriend in the sense that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him… And even if you did, could he handle a baby? The guy could hardly handle himself sometimes, it seemed. You’d have to figure something out before… But too late. You almost knew as your cell phone rang who it would be. And you were right. “___! Hi! What’s shakin’?” “Uhh… hi Kris. Not too much…”
“Sweet! You free tonight?” “Umm… yeah.” But you knew if you had to wait until tonight, you’d only be a bundle of nerves the entire time. “Actually, Kris? Are you free right now?” “Now? Sure, just gotta finish this game of Halo. Are you okay?” Ah, so he wasn’t completely oblivious. “Umm… well, no, not exactly. I’ll tell you when I see you.” “Kay.” “Where should we meet?” “The moon?” “No, seriously.” “I was being serious. Fine, if that doesn’t work for you, how about my place?” “Fine, whatever,” you said, already heading in that direction. “I’ll be there in two minutes. No Halo when I get there.” “Aww, there you go ruining my fun again! Fine!” You hung up, shaking your head. This was going to be a disaster. You had the same mentality when he flung open the door and enveloped you in a bear hug two minutes later.
You gently detached yourself, walking past him and sitting on that infamous couch. He must have known something was up, because he quietly followed you and sat down beside you, legs folded up beneath him. “Listen, Kris, no jokes for now, we have to have a serious talk.” He looked visibly uncomfortable. “You’re not going to break up with me are you? Because I…” “No, no, not that. Well… not completely.” This didn’t seem to ease his mind; you noticed he was fidgeting with the hole in his pants like mad. “All right, listen, here’s the deal. I was just at the doctor’s and he said that I’m pregnant. Uhh.. we’re pregnant.” You hadn’t been looking at him while you told him this, but when he didn’t immediately answer, you glanced up at him. He was staring at you, mouth agape. “Are you serious?” he said, and you couldn’t tell if he was denying it or maybe just hating it. “Ummm…. Yeah.” He exploded in a whirlwind - but not in the reaction you had expected. In a flash he was up on the couch, arms above his head, wooping for joy. Before you had a chance to react, he was catapulting himself over the couch and doing victory laps around the house, yelling the entire time. You watched in half appalled surprise,
not even sure what to think, and then suddenly he was bearing down on you, whirling you around in a flying hug. “Oh crap, I’m sorry!” he said, pulling back. “Sorry!” He bent down to your stomach and shouted, “Sorry!” “Hey, hey, wait a second,” you said, pulling him up by the shirt before he had a chance to start on the victory laps again. You tried to formulate your thoughts as he caught his breath, but he didn’t even wait until he had caught his breath to blabber on. “I’m so excited right now, you have no idea! Is it a boy or is it a girl? How long do we have to wait? What do you want to name it? Holy cow, I’m going to be a Dad! This is going to be soo…” “Stop right there,” you said, “Are you thinking about this?” This at least got him to quiet down
for a minute, so you barreled ahead before he could start up again. “This is going to be a lot of work. There’s going to be diaper duty, comforting it at night, feeding it, and that’s just while it’s a baby. We have to raise this kid until it’s eighteen, do you realize that? That means we’ve got to be role models, discipline, put up with temper tantrums, deal with a teenager…” “Yes…” Kris mused, drawing out the ‘e.’ “But it also means ice cream trips, teacup rides, sharing our favorite movies with it, and watching it grow up to look like us...” You shook your head. “Kris, don’t you realize that we only met a few weeks ago? And we’re both young? And I have zero patience and you can’t make pancakes without spilling flour all
over the place? What part of that sounds like good parenting material to you?” He looked hurt. “All of it…” You turned away, annoyed that he wouldn’t see what you were getting at, but he caught you gently by the arm. “All of it because I knew I wanted to eventually have kids with you the moment you came over to eat salsa with me.” You looked at him, standing there, looking so very painfully sincere, and you couldn’t help but give in. “You’re changing all of the diapers,” you grumbled, turning to walk away. “I’ve gotta go, we’ll talk more later.” But Kris was already in full celebration mode again. “Yessssssss! I loooooove you loads! I love you like this much now!” He jumped over the couch to show you how much and sped in front of you.
“When you’re done your thing, you’re coming back here and I’m gonna…” “We’re going to figure out what the plan is,” you said, getting a slightly disappointed look from him. But, to your surprise, he opened the door for you like a gentleman and gave you a knee-weakening kiss on your way out. “Love you, have fun! And I promise I won’t ever drop the baby!” he said, almost reading your thoughts. And as you walked down the driveway and felt your phone vibrating,
you wondered if this really was going to work out. “I love you!” he said when you answered. “And I can make pancakes without spilling flour!” With that, he hung up. But despite your misgivings, things went all right during your pregnancy. Kris cared for you like a husband, driving around at all hours just to get you food you were craving or back pillows. He even took all of your hormonal rants against his maturity level silently, knowing that you didn’t actually mean it and that you’d apologize later. You even found out how he got such a nice house - the ball of energy actually sat at a computer for a living making video games! And when the baby was born, Kris was there… until he was kicked out of the room for jumping up and down. But you begged that they let him back in, and in the last ten minutes they did, so he was there when you’re your son Robin was born… and when your son Jagger was born. And to your surprise, he was completely calm while holding them, staring into their little faces silently. He was quiet too when you got back to his place and put them into their cribs for the first time.
So quiet that you had to ask him about it. “Kris… what’s wrong?” He looked at his sons a moment longer before turning to look at you, a happy grin spreading onto his face. “I’m a Dad now!” he whispered, as if you didn’t know it. “It’s the most awesomest thing I’ve ever done! Don’t you feel the same way? That every time you look at them you don’t ever want to leave them?” You had to draw him into a hug for that one, realizing that maybe this would work out after all. And to your surprise, he just held you there, rubbing you back gently. “You know what would make me even happier?” he asked quietly. “The ability to program songs into Guitar Hero III without taking the game apart?” you suggested. You had really spent too much time with him over the past few months. “Yes, but besides that,” he said, mirth in his voice. “I dunno,” you answered, loving the feeling on his arms around you and you head on his shoulder.
“If instead of just a guy, a gal, and two babies, we could be one big happy family.” You pulled back to look him in the face. “Are you asking me to marry you?” He got a panicked-to-the-point-of-being-comical look on his face. “Erm… ah…. Maybe?” “Because,” you said, detaching yourself from him, which increased his worried look to near-heart attack level. “If you are asking me to marry you…” You trailed off, watching him squirm. “The answer’s yes.”
True, he could be an awfully annoying pre-schooler at times, but he had become your pre-schooler and you couldn’t imagine life without him around to make you laugh. “Oh, thank God,” Kris said, literally falling to the floor in relief. You laughed as he laid spread eagle on the floor, looking up at you. “For a minute there I thought you were going to go all Arnold Schwarzenegger on me.” “Never,” you laughed, and the sound of Jagger fussing in the background made you raise your eyebrows. “I believe that’s your call to diaper duty, fiancé.” Kris’ grin was never wider. “Ay, ay, captain!” he said, hopping to it. And as you left the room to go
clean up the floury mess he’d made in the kitchen for your welcome-home brunch, you had to smile to yourself as you heard him singing Tokio Hotel - in German - to the babies. You had gotten yourself quite a catch… But in the metaphoric sea that you’d caught him in, Kris was definitely the clownfish.
You could still remember the first time you had met him - at your friend’s party. You had been doing your normal thing, minding your own business when a loud war woop sounded from the kitchen and Kris had come running out with a bag of chips and a jar of salsa above his head. “Woooo! Hey! Why didn’t you put this out? This is prime party food, this here is.” “Kris, what drugs have you been doing?” your friend laughed.
“Noooone, I swear,” he answered brightly, grinning like a madman. “I’m clean and sober for… ever! Now I’m eating salsa. Someone else come eat salsa with me.” You thought this kid was crazy, but you hadn’t eaten and you didn’t see any other decent food out, so when no one approached him after a while, you went over. “Hiya!” he said brightly from his perch on the floor - he hadn’t bothered with a table. “Come to eat salsa with me?” “Err… yeah,” you said, sitting awkwardly down and reaching for a chip. “Sweeeeeet!” A few minutes of awkward silence passed, none of which Kris seemed to notice, until he randomly said, “I know, let’s play airplanes!” He dunked his chip in the salsa and zoomed it through the air, making airplane noises.
“Nrrrrrrr! Gnnrrrr! Oh, look out, it’s coming in for a landing, open up!” You raised your eyebrows as he blatantly tried to get you into the game and he burst out laughing at the sight of your face, dropping his chip on the floor. You couldn’t help but laugh too, he was laughing so hard, and when he finally managed to stop himself, he said, “I like you. You’re smart. What’s your name?” You told him, to which he beamed and replied, “My name is Kris. Do you like my hair?” “Uhh… yeah, I do.” Actually, you had been admiring his hair earlier. “See! I knew I liked you! We’re going to be best buddies now.” And it seemed that he meant it, because he followed you like a puppy dog around the party. You were a little annoyed at first, but he kept cracking jokes and doing goofy things, particularly every time you were talking to a guy.
He was too amusing to stay annoyed with for long, so you ended up just hanging with him for the rest of the night. “Hey!” he said towards the end of the party. “Do you like movies?” “Yeah, of course I like movies,” you said, the smile from his last joke fading from your face. “Do you like…” He made a Dracula face, hands and all. “… scary movies?” “Sure, I guess,” you answered, wondering where this was going. “Great!” he chirped, bounding up from the couch… and taking your hand and pulling you along with him. “Woah, woah, wait!” you said, but he was zooming through partygoers too fast for you to make him stop. “Where are we going?” “To my place! To watch scary movies!” You weren’t sure how comfortable you were with that, especially when you realized that he’d be driving, but it didn’t appear as though you had a say in the matter, so you went along with it. And surprisingly enough, he was a very good driver… and lived in a nice house which he apparently lived in by himself. And so you found yourself plopped on the couch next to Kris, watching some obscure horror movie from the 1960’s or 70’s. In perhaps the most amusing thing he’d done all night, every time the scary music began, Kris leaned into your shoulder, asking you to tell
him when it was over. You began to suspect that maybe Kris didn’t actually give a shit about you and only needed someone to watch movies with… until you realized that every time he curled up to you, his face got lower and lower. When he began to get a little too low, you patted your shoulder. “Up here, buddy.” Kris pulled away, regardless of the fact that someone was being murdered on the screen, and pouted. “Aww, you ruin all my fun!” You smiled and pulled the pillow from next to you out, hitting him in the head. “Hey!” he shouted. “This is war! No… this is Sparta!” And with that proclamation, he lept on top you tickling you all over until you were begging for mercy. “Say uncle!” “Uncle!” you cried, laughing hysterically. “What? Didn’t quite catch that.” “Uncle!” “Louder!” “Uncle!” The tickling stopped, thank goodness, only for you to realize that, in the process of tickling you, Kris had straddled you and was now bent inches from your face. “Oops,” Kris whispered when he realized the same thing, but your eyes had met his and he didn’t seem able to move them away. You couldn’t resist - you made the first move, entwining your fingers in his hair and bringing him down onto your lips, loving the electric spark that ensued. He do too apparently because
for a good long while neither of you paid any attention to the movie. And when you had woken up on the couch the next morning, the wafting smell of pancakes had greeted you. After you had your clothes back on, you found the kitchen, where Kris had pancakes in the works - and flour everywhere. “Oh hi!” he said, when he saw that you were there. “I kinda had a little accident, but the pancakes will be good, I promise!” And they had been - the morning had been good too, not nearly as awkward as you would have thought. In fact, at the end of the whole thing, you had traded numbers and he had called you as you walked down the driveway to tell you that he missed you. In the three weeks since then you’d seen each other once for lunch - you always seemed to be busy when he was available - but the one time had been awesome. You’d nearly snorted soda out your nose from laughing so hard, even though you weren’t feeling good, and he’d left you with a big, sloppy, memorable kiss at the end. But now?
Now this. Your mind whirled as you left the office. What would happen now? You hadn’t really considered Kris a serious boyfriend in the sense that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him… And even if you did, could he handle a baby? The guy could hardly handle himself sometimes, it seemed. You’d have to figure something out before… But too late. You almost knew as your cell phone rang who it would be. And you were right. “___! Hi! What’s shakin’?” “Uhh… hi Kris. Not too much…”
“Sweet! You free tonight?” “Umm… yeah.” But you knew if you had to wait until tonight, you’d only be a bundle of nerves the entire time. “Actually, Kris? Are you free right now?” “Now? Sure, just gotta finish this game of Halo. Are you okay?” Ah, so he wasn’t completely oblivious. “Umm… well, no, not exactly. I’ll tell you when I see you.” “Kay.” “Where should we meet?” “The moon?” “No, seriously.” “I was being serious. Fine, if that doesn’t work for you, how about my place?” “Fine, whatever,” you said, already heading in that direction. “I’ll be there in two minutes. No Halo when I get there.” “Aww, there you go ruining my fun again! Fine!” You hung up, shaking your head. This was going to be a disaster. You had the same mentality when he flung open the door and enveloped you in a bear hug two minutes later.
You gently detached yourself, walking past him and sitting on that infamous couch. He must have known something was up, because he quietly followed you and sat down beside you, legs folded up beneath him. “Listen, Kris, no jokes for now, we have to have a serious talk.” He looked visibly uncomfortable. “You’re not going to break up with me are you? Because I…” “No, no, not that. Well… not completely.” This didn’t seem to ease his mind; you noticed he was fidgeting with the hole in his pants like mad. “All right, listen, here’s the deal. I was just at the doctor’s and he said that I’m pregnant. Uhh.. we’re pregnant.” You hadn’t been looking at him while you told him this, but when he didn’t immediately answer, you glanced up at him. He was staring at you, mouth agape. “Are you serious?” he said, and you couldn’t tell if he was denying it or maybe just hating it. “Ummm…. Yeah.” He exploded in a whirlwind - but not in the reaction you had expected. In a flash he was up on the couch, arms above his head, wooping for joy. Before you had a chance to react, he was catapulting himself over the couch and doing victory laps around the house, yelling the entire time. You watched in half appalled surprise,
not even sure what to think, and then suddenly he was bearing down on you, whirling you around in a flying hug. “Oh crap, I’m sorry!” he said, pulling back. “Sorry!” He bent down to your stomach and shouted, “Sorry!” “Hey, hey, wait a second,” you said, pulling him up by the shirt before he had a chance to start on the victory laps again. You tried to formulate your thoughts as he caught his breath, but he didn’t even wait until he had caught his breath to blabber on. “I’m so excited right now, you have no idea! Is it a boy or is it a girl? How long do we have to wait? What do you want to name it? Holy cow, I’m going to be a Dad! This is going to be soo…” “Stop right there,” you said, “Are you thinking about this?” This at least got him to quiet down
for a minute, so you barreled ahead before he could start up again. “This is going to be a lot of work. There’s going to be diaper duty, comforting it at night, feeding it, and that’s just while it’s a baby. We have to raise this kid until it’s eighteen, do you realize that? That means we’ve got to be role models, discipline, put up with temper tantrums, deal with a teenager…” “Yes…” Kris mused, drawing out the ‘e.’ “But it also means ice cream trips, teacup rides, sharing our favorite movies with it, and watching it grow up to look like us...” You shook your head. “Kris, don’t you realize that we only met a few weeks ago? And we’re both young? And I have zero patience and you can’t make pancakes without spilling flour all
over the place? What part of that sounds like good parenting material to you?” He looked hurt. “All of it…” You turned away, annoyed that he wouldn’t see what you were getting at, but he caught you gently by the arm. “All of it because I knew I wanted to eventually have kids with you the moment you came over to eat salsa with me.” You looked at him, standing there, looking so very painfully sincere, and you couldn’t help but give in. “You’re changing all of the diapers,” you grumbled, turning to walk away. “I’ve gotta go, we’ll talk more later.” But Kris was already in full celebration mode again. “Yessssssss! I loooooove you loads! I love you like this much now!” He jumped over the couch to show you how much and sped in front of you.
“When you’re done your thing, you’re coming back here and I’m gonna…” “We’re going to figure out what the plan is,” you said, getting a slightly disappointed look from him. But, to your surprise, he opened the door for you like a gentleman and gave you a knee-weakening kiss on your way out. “Love you, have fun! And I promise I won’t ever drop the baby!” he said, almost reading your thoughts. And as you walked down the driveway and felt your phone vibrating,
you wondered if this really was going to work out. “I love you!” he said when you answered. “And I can make pancakes without spilling flour!” With that, he hung up. But despite your misgivings, things went all right during your pregnancy. Kris cared for you like a husband, driving around at all hours just to get you food you were craving or back pillows. He even took all of your hormonal rants against his maturity level silently, knowing that you didn’t actually mean it and that you’d apologize later. You even found out how he got such a nice house - the ball of energy actually sat at a computer for a living making video games! And when the baby was born, Kris was there… until he was kicked out of the room for jumping up and down. But you begged that they let him back in, and in the last ten minutes they did, so he was there when you’re your son Robin was born… and when your son Jagger was born. And to your surprise, he was completely calm while holding them, staring into their little faces silently. He was quiet too when you got back to his place and put them into their cribs for the first time.
So quiet that you had to ask him about it. “Kris… what’s wrong?” He looked at his sons a moment longer before turning to look at you, a happy grin spreading onto his face. “I’m a Dad now!” he whispered, as if you didn’t know it. “It’s the most awesomest thing I’ve ever done! Don’t you feel the same way? That every time you look at them you don’t ever want to leave them?” You had to draw him into a hug for that one, realizing that maybe this would work out after all. And to your surprise, he just held you there, rubbing you back gently. “You know what would make me even happier?” he asked quietly. “The ability to program songs into Guitar Hero III without taking the game apart?” you suggested. You had really spent too much time with him over the past few months. “Yes, but besides that,” he said, mirth in his voice. “I dunno,” you answered, loving the feeling on his arms around you and you head on his shoulder.
“If instead of just a guy, a gal, and two babies, we could be one big happy family.” You pulled back to look him in the face. “Are you asking me to marry you?” He got a panicked-to-the-point-of-being-comical look on his face. “Erm… ah…. Maybe?” “Because,” you said, detaching yourself from him, which increased his worried look to near-heart attack level. “If you are asking me to marry you…” You trailed off, watching him squirm. “The answer’s yes.”
True, he could be an awfully annoying pre-schooler at times, but he had become your pre-schooler and you couldn’t imagine life without him around to make you laugh. “Oh, thank God,” Kris said, literally falling to the floor in relief. You laughed as he laid spread eagle on the floor, looking up at you. “For a minute there I thought you were going to go all Arnold Schwarzenegger on me.” “Never,” you laughed, and the sound of Jagger fussing in the background made you raise your eyebrows. “I believe that’s your call to diaper duty, fiancé.” Kris’ grin was never wider. “Ay, ay, captain!” he said, hopping to it. And as you left the room to go
clean up the floury mess he’d made in the kitchen for your welcome-home brunch, you had to smile to yourself as you heard him singing Tokio Hotel - in German - to the babies. You had gotten yourself quite a catch… But in the metaphoric sea that you’d caught him in, Kris was definitely the clownfish.
7 minutes in emo heaven [Girls only. Long Results!!]
I'm sure you know the drill :]
7 minutes in heaven, emo styleee.
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Jake
"Panda." You say smiling.You knew instantly who you had chosen, the boy across the room you'd been eying all night.
Dark brown hair, and pretty blue eyes. A teddy bear resembling a panda sitting near him.
"Umm..." That's me. He gets up and walks to the closet, waiting.
You make your way to the closet, a little freaked out that a boy his age was carrying a panda around.
You sit down, and put on a fake smile.
"You're probably guessing why I have a panda."
"Well, yes. But first I was wondering if I could get your name...."
"I'm Jake. And You're _____," He says, "Derek pointed you out earlier."
You nod and encourage his explanation about the panda.
"Well, it's actually the only thing I have to remember my parents by. I know it sounds so stupid, but a family found me as a baby on the side walk in Boston. I had the clothes on my back, and this bear."
You nodded, feeling sympathetic.
"I lost my parents. They disappeared. I don't want to lose the one thing I have to remember them by."
You nod, feeling sorry for this strange, unloved boy.
"I think I know one thing I promise you won't lose...."
You kissed him gently, lasting the rest of the time. He pulls away just as you hear Derek's footsteps.
"I..."
The door swings open, and Derek smiles on this parade.
"TIMES UP!!"
"Will you be my girlfriend, _______?"
You nod and walk out of the closet holding hands.
You are later wed and live a happy life with 3 children.
--I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE STRANGEST RESULT YET :D-
7 MINUTES IN EMO HEAVEN!!! [for girls or gays]
Hot and not hot emo guys...take this fun ass quiz already!!! lol <3
Koby
You choose the black heart, and Koby stands up, walks you to the closet, and you guys start to make out right away. The sad thing is, you guys dont last long, because 1 year later, Koby gets hit by a train. =[You guys were planning on having 2 kids. =[
Emo 7 minutes in heaven
Emo 7 minutes in heaven
devon
you pick out a peice if paper that has a 1 on it. this really cute guy devon walks up behind you & says "thats my number." with a big smile on his face. you think he has the most cutest smile. you two walk in the closet & stand there for a moment. he tells you alittle bit about himself. he had the worst child hood. as he goes on he starts crying & you hold him close to you. while you two are hugging he looks at you & leans in for a kiss. you dont stop him. while he kisses you he slips his number in your pocket, when you walk out he tells you to call him. the next day he tells you to meet him at the park by your house. you go to the park & he asks you out, you say yes & go out for 6 years.. then he asks you to marry him. 2 years later you have two twin girls. :)7 mins in heaven in emo heaven -long long results-
Long emo love stories. there good
brandon
i shove the hat in your face and ask you to pull out something. you put your hand in and grabb a a paper with a number on it. "a phone number?" you say giggleing. a cute bouy with a purple shurt and awesome hair stand up. "that will be me." you already know who brandon is. he's not only the biggest man whore but the hottest dood you laid eyes on. he lifts you up like you two were getting married and he walkes into the closet. he places you down and locks the door. "hello there my lady friend." he said winking. "hey brandon." you said annoyed that he was trying to make a move on you. you were mad at him for trying to hit on you. you knew how he was so you didnt want to sink and fall for him. "ha so __, whats up?" "juss here sitting down." "sounds fun. wanna kiss?" you looked at him with your eyebrows raised. "uhh no thank you." you looked away and started playing with your hair. he gawked and said, "well thats a first some gurl said no to me." you laugh. "ya well thats cause im not like other gurls." "yeah i know..." he started to look at the wall and smile. "you know ive had the hugest crush on you and i knew how much i tried you wouldnt fall for me." you looked at him surprise. he looked at you. "since pre-k __, thats how long i liked you. but i thought since id never get you id date other gurls. juss to see if they were the one. but no. they dont give me that breath takeing gaw like you do." he said looking deep in your eyes. " "i do that/" is all you said. "yes." he leaned and kissed you. but you pushed away. "i-i cant. i dont want to get hurt. "i promise on my very soul..i will NEVER hurt you. " you two kissed and from that day he was true to his word.Emo Love Stories! :D
This is my second quiz and i only did this quiz cuz im like hella bored. but i hope you like it anyways. please comment and bye!
ENJOY!:)
Austin
"okay should i wear the blue shirt or the orange shirt?" you say."um...i dunno blue?"austin says austin is your best friend and you have been besties since you two were 3.
"yea your right the blue is cute!"
you say.
you were going to a party and....
BLAHHHHH!!!!!!! im gunna finish this quiz later.....idk.
