Hello Peoples, feeling kinda depressed right now. Don't know why, it just comes and goes, but now I for some reason have three red lines on my left arm. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine.
Well I'll stop boring you guys and get on with the story.
P.S. I'm writing this while listening to Airplanes and whatever my iTunes shuffles to next.

Still own Nothing -I'm gonna try nobody's POV

"I spent the last ten years wasting away in that hell-hole, while you got to rest your little head on a pillow. You sent me there Sonny Monroe! If it weren't for you, I would still have Chad, and my job, and my dignity. But you took that." The brunette yelled while throwing another dart at the picture of the teen celebrity that had taken her world from her; the one who made her a laughing stock of the world; the one that should have just stayed in Wisconsin.

There was a knock on the door, and the brunette put on her facade, ready to face the lawn consuming paparazzi that surrounded her house. (A/N Have any of you seen the video clip for If You Seek Amy?) There she stood and looked down to see a small girl at her door.

"Hello, my name is Madeline. I am a blossom scout and I am trying to sell cookies. I was wondering if maybe you would like to buy a box." The little nine-year-old read off a sheet of scrap paper.
"Of course I will honey." She said with the fakest smile. "Just let me come right back." She walked into her kitchen and picked up a ten dollar note off the shelf. She returned and exchanged it with the little girl for her cookies. The little girl scrambled around in her coin bag for a while, and the impatient brunette, smiling ever-so-unrealistically interrupted.
"Please just keep the change." She said, patting the girl on the shoulder. The girl smiled and walked off, proud to have sold another box of Blossom Scout Cookies.

The brunette took the box inside, out of view of the paparazzi and discarded of the overpriced baked goods.
"What's wrong with those cookies?" A mysterious figure pulled out from a darkened corner. This did not surprise the brunette, seeing as she already knew roughly of his whereabouts.
"Too many empty calories. They'll make you fat." She answered.
"Well Ms. Maddison, I honestly don't think it would hurt you to have a bit of fat on those bones."
"Please, I would never touch the crap that institute gave me."
"And now look at you. You're a twig with organs. We're going out to get dinner tonight."
"Fine, but nothing clichéd, romantic or cheap. I just want food...without the pick-up lines."
"Kay, later babe." He winked, kissed her on the cheek and snuck out the back door with his disguise as a paparazzo. Easily fitting into the crowd, he managed to get away easily too.

Later that day they were sitting in an Italian restaurant, eating their lasagne as they were approached by a flashing camera on the opposite side of the room. This caused a lot of people to begin staring. "Oh my gosh, it's James Conroy and Portlyn Maddison on a...date." one fan squealed, by now the entire audience; that used to be just restaurant patrons, stared at the couple in amazement.

Ooh James and Portlyn, together. Who would've guessed? Well not me actually. I was just writing this chapter and I thought, Damn it! Portlyn needs a side-kick.

So peoples, please tell me what you thought. I'll be going away for a few days tomorrow, and I won't get back until Friday morning, which for some of you will still be Thursday, but I will write some more if I can take my laptop.

Luvv ya,
xxMini