"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together."
― Marilyn Monroe
Give me a second I
I need to get my story straight
My friends are in the bathroom
getting higher than the empire state
my lover she's waiting for me
just across the bar
My seats been taken by some sunglasses
asking 'bout a scar
and I know I gave it to you months ago
I know you're trying to forget
but between the drinks and subtle things
the holes in my apologies
you know I'm trying hard to take it back
so if by the time the bar closes
and you feel like falling down
I'll carry you home
Tonight
We are young
So let's set the world on fire
We can burn brighter than the sun
Tonight
we are young
so let's set the world on fire
we can burn brighter than the sun
And I know that I'm not
all that you got
I guess that I
I just thought maybe we could find a ways to fall apart
But our friends in back
So let's raise a toast
Cause I found someone to carry me home
Tonight
We are young
So let's the set the world on fire
we can burn brighter
than the sun
Tonight
We are young
so let's set the world on fire
we can burn brighter
than the sun
Carry me home tonight
Just carry me home tonight
Carry me home tonight
Just carry me home tonight
The moon is on my side
I have no reason to run
So will someone come and carry me home tonight
The angels never arrived
but I can hear the choir
so will someone come and carry me home
Tonight
We are young
So let's set the world on fire
we can burn brighter
than the sun
Tonight
We are young
so let's set the world on fire
we can burn brighter
than the sun
So if by the time the bar closes
and you feel like falling down
I'll carry you home
tonight
~We are Young~
FUN ft Janelle Monae
I don't know how I got here.
Maybe the car that's sitting outside?
Sarcasm isn't becoming, dear.
I didn't expect to come to hooters.
But they have really good burgers.
Really, really good burgers.
I leant against the cool table as I tried to ignore the throbbing pain that was developing around my broken ribs. I felt my phone buzzing in pockets as I listened to the slight sway of the cheap country music that some were swaying to drunkenly, and I closed my eyes - trying to lock away the outside world.
"Hey, baby."
Oh, great.
Just great.
Just what I needed .
Some middle aged perve.
Opening my eyes, I looked up to a clean shaven man - a cheeky smile on his face. He had sandy coloured hair, his face sun kissed and bright, and oddly enough - he reminded me of an orange.
A very good looking orange.
But an orange nevertheless.
He raised his eyebrows, pointing to the seat. "May I sit down?"
I nodded, pursing my lips.
DON'T LET HIM SIT DOWN!
YOUR WITH JACOB!
I know I am, dumbass, he's just sitting down.
"So, urgh, what's your name?"
"Anna. Yours?" I asked, going back to lean my head on the table.
Nameless orange chuckled.
"James."
I looked up, smiling. "I would stretch your hand, but I'm in pain at the moment. And I can't be bothered. And has anyone ever told you, you look like an orange?"
He bellowingly laughed, ruffling his hair.
Jacob does that.
But he's better at it, of course.
Of course he is.
This man is just a huge, enlarged orange.
Yep. Huge, enlarged orange.
Nothing more.
He doesn't even have a nice complexion.
Spends to much time in the tanning saloon, by the look of it.
"Actually yeah."
I raised a brow. "Any reason you are? Orange, I mean?"
He shrugged. "It's my favourite colour. And well, my dad was an Oompa Loompa, so that could be a reason."
I burst into laughter, which of course caused unwanted agony, and I tried to stop my laughter - which made me look like more of a freak.
God, I must have looked like an absolute freak.
Huge, actually. Huge bloody freak.
James shook his head, a large goofy smile on his lips. "Yeah, growing up was really hard. Dad sung everything, and it just got real off after that."
I laughed, if possible, even harder - to my bodies disapproval, and I gasped for air as tears poured from eyes. I controlled myself after five minutes, and I looked up to him with small smile on my face. "Thanks. I needed that,"
"Anytime," He flirtatiously smirked, and I shook my head.
"I should tell you, I, well, I have a boyfriend."
His face became stoic before he smiled in relief. "Thank fuck. I'm gay as a goose"
I couldn't help but giggle.
Gay as a ... Goose?
What kind of an analogy is that?
It's not like they have any kind of similarities.
Well...
Oh, shut up ... Conscience.
Maybe I should give you a name.
A name! REALLY! OH, MY GOD!
WHAT KIND OF NAME?
Any? I'm tired of calling you conscience.
I like Giuliani.
Not happening.
Jay?
No.
Lily?
No.
Marie?
No.
Jane?
No.
Jessica?
For gods sakes, woman, where are you getting these names?
From a sane persons head?
Okay, your not getting a fucking name.
WHAT!
HOW CAN YOU JUST DO THAT TO ME?
GET MY HOPES UP!
It's called life, dearest.
I DON'T HAVE A LIFE!
Obviously.
You do realise that you've been sitting here, arguing with me, for five minutes?
Right, I'll get back to it then.
I looked back up at James, smiling apologetically. "Sorry, I'm a bit slow."
He laughed, rolling his eyes. "So, urgh, what's wrong?"
"Eh?" I asked.
"You said something before so what's wrong?"
I shrugged. "Just stuff."
"What stuff?"
I sighed. "Okay. Well, I came to this small town Forks for my cousins wedding - and by the way, the guy is like fucking Adonis - Anyways, I was on the way there and I hit a guy with my car-"
"You hit a guy with your car!"
I nodded. "Yep. Not only did I hit him, but he was also nude."
"What the fuck..."
"So I took him back to my hotel room, because he had basically begged me not to take him to the hospital so I let him rest on my bed. I had blood all over me so I went and took a shower and BANG! The door opens, and there's the - oh, sorry, I didn't mention that the guy I hit with my car, fucking sex god. And, well, quite well endowed if you get what I mean."
James scoffed. "I think everyone gets what you mean."
"Right, well, I screamed and well, he screamed and we both screamed and then he run out the door. So, of course I immediately went after him - I mean I had hit the guy with my fucking car!" James nodded, his eyes wide. "So I went looking for him. Finally, I found him - and he was still nude - and staring at this house. Once he saw me, he was just like 'oh' and ran off into the fucking forest! I mean, can you imagine if a squirrel attacked his penis?"
"Tragedy, that would be."
I nodded. "So, he left and I was like 'what the fuck' and then I turned around and saw the house I was looking at. It was my uncles. Anyway, stayed at my Uncles until the wedding - went to the wedding - saw my cousin, and her sex god of a husband. So then I'm talking to this perve in a wheelchair - who by the way, turns out to be the nudists dad - and I wanted a cigarette so I went into the forest. Then I heard this conversation between the nudist and my cousin. So, didn't take any notice of it and then I was forced to go to this lunch by my Uncle Charlie."
"It was at the nudists house, wasn't it?"
I nodded, nodding. "Yep. And then the nudist, who turns out to be the most amazing guy, apologises to me. Anyway, we dated and we kind of fell in ... Love, I guess, although I don't think either of us have told each other that and then my cousin comes back from her honeymoon and BANG! She's pregnant."
You do realise your telling a human all about your mythical life?
I'm not going to mention the fucking werewolves and vampires, am I?
I don't know. You've lied on many occasions. Gotten people's hopes up.
But hey, let's not focus on your betrayal of my trust and hope.
Oh, shut up you nameless conscience.
I wouldn't be nameless if you had kept your promise.
"What happened then?"
I bit my lip. "Found out he'd been in love with her just before he had met me, and hadn't even told me about it. And the whole time she was pregnant, it was like she couldn't help but fucking flirt with him. Found out that she was still slightly in love with him, and when she nearly died giving birth - I grew so close to that little baby. So when she recovered, and I expected I just give the baby back without even a fucking thankyou - I threw a ... Small rock at her face."
James sat, gaping at her.
He thinks your insane.
I know.
I know.
"So, apparently I chose the only insane table to sit at."
I chuckled, pointing to the man stroking his beard as his wife had her head in her spaghetti. "What about them? I'm sure there a bit loony."
James chuckled. "So it seems like you've had the worst kind of year."
I nodded. "Hmm."
"So what are you going to do now? "
I shrugged. "I don't know. I can't go back there. I mean, I threw a rock in her face and I said I wish she hadn't recovered. I mean, what kind of cousin does that? It's not even my baby, yet I acted like that - I mean, it was awful. And then Carlisle tried to see my broken ribs and I just pushed him away and yelled something in Spanish. I acted like a total spoilt brat bitch whore."
James nodded. "Sounded like you did."
My eyebrows furrowed. "Your not meant to agree with me - generally, a friend assures the said insane friend that said friend is not actually insane."
"Where friends?"
I shrugged. "Or really close acquaintances that tell life stories too. You pick."
"So, why are you sitting in hooters?"
I looked up, shrugging. "They have good burgers."
"Listen," James said, a small smirk on his face. "Your life is fucked, I'm not going to lie. And so is your boyfriend - I mean, dating a nudist is dangerous, isn't it? If I were you, I would probably skip town."
I bit my lip, looking down to the table.
"Your right." I said, looking back up as I grabbed my jacket, and my bag - to the surprise of James. "Your so right."
His eyebrows furrowed. "Where are you going?"
"The thing about me, James, is that I don't exactly take other peoples advice."
I turned, before turning back around - cocking a brow. "Why did you come over to my table if your gay?"
"Oh, I was wondering if you were a lesbian."
I closed my eyes.
Fuck.
This has not been a good day.
I turned, slipping my coat on as I smiled at the thought of seeing Jake.
And then I walked into a door.
Not a good day.
Heres another chapter for you guys.
SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY THAT I HAVENT UPDATED IN YONKS!
Year 11 has been TORTURE!
It has kept me so bloody busy so I am so, so tired all the time and I keep on thinking 'I'll update Camelot today' but then I collapse on the couch and fall asleep. So sorry, but that's seriously what happens every afternoon.
Anyways, how is everybody? I'm hoping good.
And hopefuly updates will be better now that I have a four day weekend.
Well, anyone watch the oscars?
If you did, did you see Angelina Jolies fucking leg.
RIDONCULOUS I TELL YOU!
Anyways, i just wanted to say to Alchemists legacy fans that it is on hiatis at the moment for reasons such as writers block. I had the whole story written, and when I was doing updates on my computer - it erased EVERYTHING! So, I'm suffering from writers block on that story. Sorry.
HEY, FORGOT TO SAY - I JUST WROTE THE EPILOGUE FOR THIS BABY!
So only two people in the world know how Camelot is going to end, my Best friend and myself. You will be pleasantly surprised. Although, I need the opinioun of some because there will be two epilogues. Should a wedding be included? Eh?
Anyways,
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