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E.V.E.R.Y.O.N.E

- l o v e-

t a w n i

she swears that there's no difference between the lies and compliments
it's all the same if everybody leaves her

~beautiful disaster-jon mclaughlin

she remembers when she wasn't so broken. once upon a time in a land that is so close, but seems so far away. when she was her daddy's princess, and her mother's laugh was a little louder. when her parents loved her. but somehow loving always turns in to someone leaving her, and when her parents left her she cried and begged and pleaded for them to stay. they told her she would be fine. they told her that she would find someone else to love her and call her princess. they told her they would come back for her one day, that she was finally making a name for herself. they told her so many things that she's forgotten half of them. in that fairytale land, she use to be best friends with portlyn andrews. she remembers every last detail from when portlyn left. the leaves danced in the wind under the autumn sun, portlyn had just come back from an audition for a tv show she didn't even want to be on, but would look 'good on the application' (they laughed about her manager saying that, and tawni still finds it funny), and they were sitting by a lake that sparkled under the sunset, skimming stones. pointless jokes where thrown back and forth, and laughter filled the air. tawni doesn't remember what happened after that. all she remembers is crying and begging and pleading, telling portlyn she didn't really mean, even though she remembers portlyn had started it. portlyn left a week later for that tv show. tawni still feels guilty, and she hasn't talked to portlyn since. the first time tawni met chad dylan cooper, she couldn't help but love him just a little bit. after all, it's kind of hard not to. she wanted so badly to be his princess, and when she found out he didn't really love her she cried and begged and pleaded for him to stay and to try. he left anyway, and then proceeded to fall in love with her costar whose smile shined brighter, and had eyes which weren't quite as broken. tawni doesn't cry or beg or plead anymore. she just pushes love away, because whenever she gets close to it, it leaves, and she's left hanging on loose ends, trying to pull herself back up. the only problem is she just falls all over again, and she can't help but be left waiting for her parents to come back, portlyn to forgive her, and chad to love her.

she just needs someone to take her home

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c h a d

there are certain people you just keep coming back to
she is right in front of you

~all at once-the fray

ask anyone, and they'll tell you when ever chad sees a reflective surface he falls in love. he would love to tell you that's true. it use to be true. he was the number one priority. not needing anyone else. not caring about anyone else. but then he met her. he's tried so hard to ignore it, so hard to just let it go, and convince himself it's just a stupid little phase (minus the stupid part, because nothing about him was stupid). he goes out with girl, after girl. after all, he's a heart throb, and cannot be tied down to just one person (zac efron is, and we know how that's turning out). he can have everyone and anyone he wants at anytime he wants. the only problem is that she evidently didn't get that memo, because she certainly didn't care who he was, and he certainly didn't have her. chad wanted to just forget, just to move on. but no matter how many times he tried, he always ended up right back where he started. right back to the point where she equals perfection. the only problem is, he could never admit it. he could never put himself in the position of insecurity or uncertainty of not knowing what happens yet, or what to expect, or relying on someone else, or having someone else rely on him, or being afraid of rejection. the insecurity or uncertainty of being in love.

sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same

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g r a d y

i'm a real big fan of yours
but i'm quite the joke to you

~your biggest fan- nevershoutnever

he watches her. her curls bounce, and her body sways, and his heart breaks a little more every time he hears her bitter, shallow, high pitched giggle, because with that giggle comes her smile. it's a shimmering, glistening, fake, broken smile. just like her. she's like winter, or ice, so cold, and hard, and breaks so easily. shattering, and cutting those around her. yet, she still shimmers and twinkles, wearing sequins and sparkles and wild prints, seeking attention. she certainly has his attention. he's mesmerized by her. as she grabs on to a stranger next to her, and sips the bittersweet liquid (which he knows too well to be the most expensive white wine), his hands ball up into fists, and his nails big in to his palms. he knows how this will end. he sits watching her from the other side of the room, looking for the all too familiar expression to cross her face. he waits and waits, watching her. she hungrily savors the lips of the man who she sits on top of. every week it's someone new, no one better than the one before, knowing absolutely nothing about her, except that she wears no. 5 chanel perfume, that mixes with her strawberry lip gloss and chardonnay. her lips swell, and moans fill the room, and then a panicked, confused expression crosses her face as the man gets up to leave. she stumbles out the door after him. that's his cue. he stands and walks over to her, helping her to stand, and places her into his car. he drives her to her house, wipes her crying eyes, cleans her ruined clothes, and tucks her in bed. then, his favorite part of the night comes. she drunkenly flutters her eye lashes, that blink away the last of the tears that were pouring from her eyes that match the equally broken smile she flashes and proclaims: "thank you. i love you grady." he smiles, and responds by kissing her on the top of her head, and turning the light off. she won't remember it in the morning. she never does. and it kills him that she won't, because those six words complete his world.

i'm such a fool for loving you

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s o n n y

i can live with vanity and puns
and the morning temper runs

~i love you, you imbecile-pelle carlberg

sonny loves a lot of things. she loves summer rains and autumn winds and his voice (which gives her that feeling she loves when her heart beats out of her chest) and spring showers and winter snows and the smell of fresh baked bread and his cologne that mixes with his deodorant (it's intoxicating really) and the ocean and oranges and pine trees and the sound of her mother's laughter and her cast mates talking and bubbles and palm trees swaying and loud music and bright, blinding lights and his eyes (who can resist them?) and the taste of cupcakes and his crooked smile (which is a million mysteries within itself) and coco puffs and the color yellow and anne hathaway movies and people who protest to save the whales and...well, it'd probably be easier to name the things she hates. she hates spiders and cobras and his voice (which gives her that feeling she hates when her heart beats out of her chest) and artichokes and moths and his cologne that mixes with his deodorant (it's intoxicating really) and when she can't sleep and gossip magazines and when tawni doesn't eat and his eyes (who can resist them?) and war and cancer and world hunger and her hunger and his crooked smile (which is a million mysteries within itself) and when people cry and when she cries and...well, that's about it. there are plenty of things she loves, several things she hates, a couple of things that are in between, and one thing that is all three. him. he infuriates her, and completes her, and confuses her, and makes her smile, and makes her cry, and makes her laugh, and makes her fall so fast she doesn't know what's happening, and makes her feel so many emotions she can't control herself. she loves to hate him, and hates to love him, and wants to scream as quietly as she can while running backwards, and feel oh so confused while understanding (and she doesn't care if any of that doesn't make sense, because there's not much about him or their relationship that makes sense anyway). yes, she hasn't decided if she loves him too much or not enough. when she figures it out she'll be sure to let you know, as well as every stupid gossip magazine she use to love that asks her during every stupid interview just because they have 'chemistry' or the 'typical love/hate relationship that always turns into something more'. yes, she'll make sure she'll let you know, as long as she doesn't fly into a murderous rage beforehand. and she really means it this time... because she hates liars, and she would never lie.

i can live with all the stupid things you do

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n i c o

to be loved, to be loved, what more could you ask for?
to be loved, to be loved, everyone wants

~about a girl- the academy is

nico likes girls. girls like nico. it works out perfectly. like two plus two. the only problem is nico needs girls, but girls just want nico. nico needs love, but girls want love. nico needs someone, girls just want someone. see the difference? every week nico finds a new girl, and hopes to fall so fast it hurts. he wants to be bruised, and scratched, and thrown around, and feel real heartbreak. one day he sees the most beautiful girl. she has dark hair, and copper skin, and glistening white teeth. the only problem is, she's out of reach. floating off in an unknown aurora of lies and drama. he needs her so badly, and she doesn't want him which makes it all the more fun. for the first time in his life he feels rejected, and broken, and bruised, and unwanted, and he feels love. real love. real, heartbreaking love. and he loves it. because take the pain away from love, there is no love. so he'll experience the pain.

i'm not in love, this is not my heart

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p o r t l y n

in this head my thoughts are deep
but sometimes i can't even speak

~my world- avril lavigne

people claim portlyn is stupid. portlyn isn't stupid. portlyn knows a lot. actually, portlyn knows too much. she knows more about people then they know about themselves. she also knows that 'love' is a very important word, and shouldn't be throw around. she knows that chad throws the word love around when he says he loves his car and hair, and only really means it when he says he loves sonny monroe. of course he never would really come out and say he loves her, but she knows he does by the way he looks at her, and how his voice changes when he talks about her. tawni also throws love around, and portlyn knows that too. she knows that tawni tries to give out love to anyone who might take it, and she wishes on every breath that tawni can find someone to love her. she wishes this because she knows tawni breaks easily, and is slowly shattering away, piece by piece. and when portlyn sees the way grady looks at tawni she wishes tawni wasn't so blinded, and could give love a chance. portlyn wishes sonny would give love a chance too, because everyone knows that chad would never give it a chance, and someone needs to get chad to feel something. portlyn wishes she would give love a chance with nico, because she knows nico wants love. but portlyn's scared of being bruised, and scratched, and kicked around, because with love comes pain, and portlyn really doesn't want pain. portlyn just wants love. yes, portlyn is a little bit of a hypocrite.

i'm not in love this time, this night

I know, I'm a day behind. I feel awful, and have been sleeping the past two days away. Is it just me, or did some of this make no utter sense??? I didn't do Zora, because she's a little young, so I replaced her with Portlyn. I think Sonny was one of my favorite… Portlyn and Tawni kind of jumped around a lot… I did all lower caps because I've read several stories saying it looked prettier, and I agreed. I also recommend you listening to the songs I pulled lyrics from...

Anyway, review? Make me feel better? I'm thinking about giving up this challenge, but I'm not sure yet…

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