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Post by alisonanderson on Dec 29, 2008 22:46:14 GMT -5
This is the story of a girl Who cried a river and drowned the whole world While she looks so sad in photographs I absulutly love her, when she smilies. Alison rummaged through her closet looking for clothes for school. Seattle was her stop after school. Ballet recidel, than shopping for a while. Though she wasn't all that much into shopping, her father's fiencee was making her come with her, unless she could get another excuse. She wasn't really in the mood for wedding shopping. She didn't really like the idea of her father and Augustina's engagement, nor their relationship. But she knew she'd have to put up with it. For her father's sake. She quickly ran down the stairs and into the kitchen only to grab a pop-tart and run out the door with her bag in hand and change of clothes in the other.
She took the bus to school that day, just to make the ride seem longer. Not only that, but she really wasn't in the mood to drive to school. But the day dragged, teachers were boreing, and girls giggled through out class. Usually this didn't annoy Alison, but today, it was different. She almost bit a girl's head off for giggleing too loud. She needed the quiet today, she could just barely rember some of the partd of the dance, but she wasn't going to obsess to much over it.
The day dragged until it hit science. Where it really begun to speed up. Damnit! she thought as she reached her locker. She really should have brought her car to school. She roled her eyes quickly, thanking Jesus that she didn't live all that far away from the school. She'd walk. Or run, which ever she'd be able to do better with her books. Running outside, she seen a car, DYLAN! Allie thought as she raced tward the red Ford Explorer. Dylan, the brother she missed more than ever. He was finally home! New Year's would've done it. She was too excited to think of the reason now, though.
Dylan drove his baby sister up to Seattle and dropped her off at the recidle, but he assured her that he wasn't able to stay. The recidle also sped by. And Allie learned that she was worrying about nothing when she was worrying about dance moves. She was always like that though. She quickly changed and went out of the stadium. Trying to advoid Augustina's car as much as possible. She sat on the curb on the opposate side of the building from where pick-ups and drop-offs were made. It was a small ally way which was dark and much drier than the rest of the large city.
tagged:: Mitchell Cullen Words:: I dunno. -shruggs- Song at top:: Story of a Girl Listening to:: brother talk my ear off.
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Post by Mitchell Cullen on Dec 30, 2008 0:30:30 GMT -5
What you need is something genuine What you want is something real What you need is something truthful I know you do -Stacie Orrico ~ Genuine Mitch had been looking for something more interesting to do today. He'd come to Seattle looking for something to do, though to be completely truthful he couldn't think of what to do. He'd been so distracted lately and he hadn't been able think about anything... anything but her. Even here his mind was on Alison more than his walk. He was trying to debate whether to tell her, and when, and how. It wasn't like she'd accept his being a vampire as easily as Bella had accepted it from Edward. He knew he had to tell her though, she deserved that truth if she was going to be with him. Speak, or think, of the devil and he shall appear. He turned a corner and spotted her down the alleyway. It was funny how he'd managed to try and just think and he'd found himself going to the same place she was in. With a curiosity about why this had happened he approached her, quietly and fluidly. He came a stop beside her, his gold eyes fixed on her and a smile on his angelic face. "Now this is an interesting coincidence," he said, "I'm assuming you had a reason to be here, because I didn't. I was just wandering. Today was my day with the car and I had nowhere to go and nothing to do." Who knows, from the way she was acting maybe she had something to do that she hadn't wanted. If that was the truth all the better, because maybe she would spend the time with him.
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Post by alisonanderson on Dec 30, 2008 10:29:48 GMT -5
This is the story of a girl Who cried a river and drowned the whole world While she looks so sad in photographs I absulutly love her, when she smilies. Alison looked up with she heard the velvet voice of Mitchell Cullen, she noticed it at once. Some would say she was obsessed, others would say that she was just loving, but she didn't care what others said. Since she'd talked to him, she'd talked to Renesmee, or Nessie as Alison recalled the the alternative nickname. How could she forget that? The week after Renesmee chucked an apple at her head? or between her sholders? But that was nearly three weeks ago. Decent history to Allie at this time of day.
Alison looked up at the blond boy that was now standing by her place on the curb. "Hi," She began when she looked up from her clotheing bag. "What brings you to Seattle?"She asked, standing up at her full hight, she was really only an inch or two shorter than he. She was happy to see him, it hadn't been in a while, actually since she'd been pissed off by her brothers that week about a month ago. Her blue eyes were in a bit of a glow with her excitement, and her cheeks were bright red, blushing, rosie red. The color of her cheeks that her younger brothers always make fun of her for. But that seemed to just make it darker in embarrisement when she realized the blood rush to her cheeks.
She bit on the side of her cheek, as she heard the wimpy, girlie sound of Augustina's car horn. In Alison's oppinion, the car was more of a bra with tires, rather than a car. It was an old faded red color, that almost looked pink. She usually tried to advoid the car as much as she could. She really much rathers to be in her father's 1990 Ford Mustang than in that girlie thing that Augustina called a car. She roled her eyes are the sixth beep, than Allie really started to block her out. "About the car horn, thats my dad's fiancee, just ignore the annoying," she began to tell Mitchell softly. "thats what my brothers and I do," She finished up as she could just barely hear the horn anymore.
tagged:: Mitchell Cullen Words:: I dunno Listening to:: Right Place, Right time, by FELTBEATS!.
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Post by Mitchell Cullen on Dec 30, 2008 14:46:09 GMT -5
What you need is something genuine What you want is something real What you need is something truthful I know you do -Stacie Orrico ~ Genuine He saw the blush in her cheeks, smiling a little more to know that he was the cause of it. If he were human it would have been so much easier to be happy with her. As it was he always had a little nagging thought in the back of his mind about how his family would react. He'd already told Bella, and Edward knew because he could read it in Mitchell's mind. They weren't really the people he worried about though, the one he most feared finding out was his mother because of how much she'd disliked it the first time around, with his aunt and uncle. He couldn't imagine how she'd react finding out her son liked a human. "Oh, like I said, just driving around seeing where the road would take me," he said as she stood up. It was funny how his whole world could seem to revolve around her. When he was with her she was all that he saw. When he wasn't with her his mind was constantly on her. The whole time he'd been sick because of the toxin he wondered if she'd noticed his absence from school. And, of course, he constantly rehashed how he should tell her about his being a vampire and how she'd react. It was the strangely wimpy car horn that broke through his thoughts. Apparently it belonged to Alison's dad's fiancee. It seemed Alison would rather avoid anything to do with her right now. "If you want to avoid her you could always come with me. My car is parked just down the street." The car was already fading away, as if the woman was too impatient to wait on Alison. Probably all for the better. Mitch wanted her to himself right now since he hadn't seen her for while. The last time had been before the toxin had changed things, not that it made him telling her what he was any less important. There were some things that would never be changed because of it, so he was still a vampire in the end.
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Post by alisonanderson on Dec 30, 2008 18:12:22 GMT -5
This is the story of a girl Who cried a river and drowned the whole world While she looks so sad in photographs I absulutly love her, when she smilies.Alison's Outfit [/font][/size][/center] Mitchell spoke, and Alison listened. She could always listen to him speak, such a lovly voice in Alison's oppinion. Her hair was piled up in a bun on the top of her head. Blond curls also outlined the sides of her face, as well as glitter in her hair. She really wished all this could just disapear. There were probably a dozen girls with this same hair. Girlie. That was the exact word that she thought discribed the look. Just, she loved ballet. So she'd never give up on it just because of a look or style that they made them all use. "If you want to avoid her you could always come with me. My car is parked just down the street." was the last thing that Alison recalled Mitchell saying, driving in his car? Was she hearing this correctly? Or was she just fooling herself?
Alison felt her mouth drop into a slight o shape. She quickly closed it though when she realized it. "Okay, are you sure?" Allie questioned. She's heard the talk in school, about Mitchell and she. But she herself didn't know if it was true. But she did always wonder who started the rumor. It was always flabergasting to Alison, how people'll believe anything, as long as it was convinceing enough. People are so gullable in her oppinion, but like always, she'd heard the rumors from her younger brothers. They were one of the most gullable people in the school, or either in the whole state of Washington. It seemed much of an enigma how three people, from the same family, could be so differnt.
She took a deep breath and quitely cracked her knuckles behind her back. Nervousness usually made Alison do that. Not only did Mitchell cause her nervious mood, but it was also the anxiousness of the ballet. Her stomach felt as if it was about to do a backflip from anxiety, but she was going to just hang on to it, keep it bottled it up in her head this once. Keep quiet.
tagged:: Mitchell Cullen Words:: I dunno Thoughts:: Lol! had to add the rumor thing. it seems everyone's like oh yeah, Ed and Bells all over again, when nither of us even know where this is going. Listening to:: Video Girl JONAS BROTHERS!.
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Post by Mitchell Cullen on Jan 2, 2009 16:55:33 GMT -5
What you need is something genuine What you want is something real What you need is something truthful I know you do -Stacie Orrico ~ Genuine He was smiling and it probably would be the expression that was fixed on his face the whole time they were together. Unless he told her the truth that is. If she found out about his being a vampire he'd.... well he wasn't sure how he'd feel. It depended a lot on her reaction. But he didn't want to worry about that right now, didn't want to worry about it unless he had to. There had been rumors lately, ones he was surprised the other Cullens had yet to hear. Maybe those hadn't started until the week Mitch was away from school since one of them was that Alison had given Mitch mono, which implied the relationship was a lot more than it currently was. As long as Rose was in the dark it was probably okay since most of the other family members had been alright with Ed and Bella and would hopefully be fine with him and Alison if it ever became that. That was the one thing. Everyone would expect a repeat of the previous if they knew Mitch liked a human and yet Alison didn't know Mitch was a vampire yet and that could change everything. "Yes, I wouldn't have made the offer if I didn't mean it," He said, finally answering her question. "So, do you need to grab anything or are you ready?"Tagged: Alison Thoughts: I loved the adding in the rumor. I agree. It was perfect because everyone thinks it's Ed and Bella all over again. Listening to: Holdin' On ~ Stacie Orrico
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Post by alisonanderson on Jan 2, 2009 17:59:09 GMT -5
This is the story of a girl Who cried a river and drowned the whole world While she looks so sad in photographs I absulutly love her, when she smilies.Alison's Outfit [/font][/size][/center] He was serious. Alison's expression changed into an ear-to-ear smile. His car. She wondered what that was like. His car. She couldn't crack any other ones of her knuckles, but it didn't really matter, she was getting lighter. Now it was just the feeling in her heart. But that was simple to ignore. She usually felt that way when talking to any guy. She was never boy-social. "Nope, gots everything, Just could we find a way of advoideing the frount? I bet that Augustina is still waiting out there," Allie said, Augustina knew Alison as well as Alison knew Augustina. Which was the one thing that bothered Alison more than anything. She didn't like knowing her step mother well. Especially that high-heel wearing flake. Flake, or Apple don't fall far from the tree would both fit Augustina perfectly, or at least in Alison's oppinion.
Alison pulled her hair out and quickly ran her hand through it. Compleatly better. Her hair wasn't pulled up sop tight anymore. It was let loose. Just it was still in its curly state from being pulled up. Her hair split over on the side, and she brushed it with her hand to make the split line cleaner. She pulled her bag down and stuffed her hair accessories into her bag. Than taking her gray hat out and placeing it on her head, mostly to cover up her hair, she didn't like curls. Her hair never was best in curls, or in her oppinion. "You were outta school a while." Alison stated, tring to make conversation. Which was another thing she was rubbish at. Girls were so easy to make conversation with, but guys. Guys were usually a different story (With the acception of her brothers, as they always fought). "Your whole family was" She was curious. Curious George, but more like Curious Allie in the state of Alison Anderson. "Camping in this weather?" she guessed, though camping in this weather was rather outragious. Or it was to human here. tagged:: Mitchell Cullen Words:: I dunno Thoughts:: But it is 100% true. Funny. People jump to conclutions. Listening to:: Sponge Bob! LOL!.
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Post by Mitchell Cullen on Jan 2, 2009 19:18:28 GMT -5
What you need is something genuine What you want is something real What you need is something truthful I know you do Stacie Orrico ~ Genuine Mitch had to think about that for a minute, but since he'd gotten here using the alley he'd be able to get back to the car using the alleys. They could avoid the front and her step mother. "Yeah, we can avoid the front and the car that has that horridly wimpy horn."He waited while she worked out her hair, getting the hat on top to hide that it was curly. He actually liked it some that way, though it looked better straight truthfully. When she was done he took her hand and lead her to where his car was parked a few blocks down, staying to the backside of the buildings the whole time. As they walked she asked about when he'd been out of school. "Yeah, we did. Our parents didn't want to pass the decent weather up." That was a lie really, and he'd hated being stuck inside when it was so nice out. He'd admittedly been too sick to care for a little while, but after that it had just pissed him off. He couldn't explain that to her yet, not without explaining everything else. When they finally arrived at the car he smiled and said, "See. We made it all the way here and avoided your step mother. And I hope this car is better than hers. I have to share it with Kacie and Hayley, but that's livable."tagged: Alison Anderson Thoughts: Agreed. ((I really like the text banner in your sig)) Listening to:: A song by Article One. I don't have the title because it's a mix CD.
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Post by alisonanderson on Jan 2, 2009 20:31:54 GMT -5
This is the story of a girl Who cried a river and drowned the whole world While she looks so sad in photographs I absulutly love her, when she smilies.Alison's Outfit [/font][/size][/center] Mitchell took her hand, it was absulutly spellbinding. His skin was slightly chilled. But it didn't bother Alison much, surly her own hand was rather cold too. She could feel the blood rush into her cheeks, making them red. "thank you," she said reluctuntly to him agreeing to stay away from the car that with held Augustina. She was just too girlie for Alison's liking. She wasn't raised as one of the girls, she was always treated as 'one of the guys' with Lucas and Dylan especially. They'd always pin her down to the ground and burp in her face when they got on her nerves. They both knew that that bothered her so much. She was raised around sports, nascar, and in a family greatly devoted to the team of Miami Dolphins. Though She much prefered New York teams of Giants and Jets. That was one of the many reasons why they'd burp in her face or torture her.
They reached his car, and Allie found her mouth fall open again. Only to reach up and push it back together, "This is your car?" She asked, amazed as she was, the car's design was something that she hadn't seen. "Thanks so much for helping me excape my 'step mother',"she said to him and smilied. "Sure, shaireing isn't as bad as having your own, with all the money on gas," She said, giggleing. She had her own car, it was an old 1986 Honda that belonged to Dylan than Lucas before him, old car that still ran like a charm. It wasn't the best looking car, but it was good on gas, and it ran. Cars didn't matter to her. This car was just one word that Alison thought of wow was the word. tagged:: Mitchell Cullen Words:: One second, 294 i think. XDD Thoughts:: Why thank you. Listening to:: Taylor Swift, the whole album. XDD. ((Rose got me obsessed;;kinda))!.
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Post by Mitchell Cullen on Jan 7, 2009 14:37:59 GMT -5
What you need is something genuine What you want is something real What you need is something truthful I know you do Stacie Orrico ~ Genuine "Yep," he said as he made his way over to the passenger side and opened the door for her. "This is my car. Technically shared like I said, but we have a schedule for when we get to use it and today is my day. And you are right, on days when I don't drive I don't pay for the gas so it is less expensive than my own." Not that the Cullens had too much worry about money. He had to act like he was a normal human for the moment though. Alison still didn't know the truth. He waited for her to get in and then shut the door, walking around to the other side and sliding into the driver's seat. "As far as getting you away from your stepmother goes, well... I got the feeling she's not someone you enjoy being with." She just seemed really different from his impression of Alison. For one thing Alison wouldn't drive something with a car horn that sounded like... like... like THAT. At least he hoped she wouldn't. He started the car up and as it started so did the stereo which he turned down some so they could still talk. He'd had it up loud earlier, but he'd been alone before. "So, what's new with you?" he asked as he pulled out from where he was parked. Time to catch up on what I missed while the toxin was doing its thing.Tagged: Alison Anderson Words: 620ish Thoughts: Should Mitch bring the family up or should Alison. I totally think they should end up getting onto that and have him explain... though it could ruin the moment. Listening to: Carrie Underwood: Carnival Ride CD ((My sister hooked me on several country artists. Taylor Swift is one of them, but she has that CD with her.))
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Post by alisonanderson on Jan 7, 2009 16:02:34 GMT -5
This is the story of a girl Who cried a river and drowned the whole world While she looks so sad in photographs I absulutly love her, when she smilies.Alison's Outfit [/font][/size][/center] She smilied at him as he'd opened the door. "Why Thank You" She blushed and sat in the passinger seat of the car. It was luxiourious inside the car, with leather seats and clean interior, Alison could feel the blood rush to her cheaks. She probably looked like a red tomato. He got in on the other side. "I'm only trying to like her for my father, he seems to love her. So I'm doing this for him," She nodded as he got in on the other side of the car. Turning it on, the radio blasted, and she covered her ears until he'd turned it down. He wanted to make conversation.
She'd buckled up as from habbit, just encase he was going to drive it any place. "Nothing really. The usual, Brothers being stupid, and ballett taking up my time." She sighed, taking a lock of her hair and twirling it around her fingures. Smileing over at him, she couldn't believe this wasn't a dream. This only happened in dreams. Or in her dreams, never in a billion years did she think it was going to come true. "Where did you go camping?" Allie asked him still twirling her hair between her index and middle fingures. She had pushed her hair onto one side of her face, smiled widely, and crossed her legs, as she looked at him. tagged:: Mitchell Cullen Words:: Ummm...lots. Thoughts:: It doesn't really matter. ....I REALLY love the banner! Listening to:: LoL. yea I've been having a county music thing too
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Post by Mitchell Cullen on Jan 8, 2009 19:20:29 GMT -5
What you need is something genuine What you want is something real What you need is something truthful I know you do Stacie Orrico ~ Genuine Mitchell kept his eyes on the road, though every so often glanced over at Alison to show he was still listening to her. That and he just couldn't get over how she was sitting next to him in his car. It was somehow different to him than it had been when they'd been sitting, talking outside the cafeteria. This had potential. As it turned out she was just trying to like her soon-to-be stepmother for her dad's sake. That was nice he guessed, though he wasn't sure he could have done that for someone. Then again, he would never find himself in that situation considering the family he had now. Life was the usual, her brothers driving her nuts and her time taken up by her commitments, though he had to think that with her liking ballet that the time it took up was worth it in the end. "Well, I'm honestly impressed by you. I don't think I could try to like someone only because my parent liked them. Maybe I could put up with them, but I wouldn't enjoy it by any means. As far as life being normal, I hardly expected your brothers would have changed in a few weeks. And with the ballet, well I'm assuming you like it so the time you put into it has to be worth it in the end."But then there was her question, about where they'd gone camping. He'd have to just make something up for now. Maybe some day he could tell her the truth about the week where he'd been missing, but unless one of the other Cullens slipped up or he found the right opening he wasn't sure he could tell her. He worried about how she'd feel about him when she did know what he was, despite that he no longer killed humans to survive. "Oh, just up in the mountains," he said, trying to remember any of the places they usually went "camping" and realized that wouldn't be a good thing because camping really meant hunting and that was because the animal in that area were rather dangerous. She'd think he and his whole family were insane if he told her that. "So, anywhere you want to go or are you okay with just cruising the street?"Tag: Alison Anderson Words: I'm not counting Thoughts: I wish I had the books here, but I've been borrowing them from my friends. I wanted to use the name of the place Edward told Bella he and Emmett went "camping" in the first one. Listening to:: Yes, yes. I find I'll listen to almost anything, but I won't always like everything... if that makes any sense.
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Post by alisonanderson on Jan 8, 2009 22:36:08 GMT -5
This is the story of a girl Who cried a river and drowned the whole world While she looks so sad in photographs I absulutly love her, when she smilies.Alison's Outfit [/font][/size][/center] "Well, I'm honestly impressed by you. I don't think I could try to like someone only because my parent liked them. Maybe I could put up with them, but I wouldn't enjoy it by any means. As far as life being normal, I hardly expected your brothers would have changed in a few weeks. And with the ballet, well I'm assuming you like it so the time you put into it has to be worth it in the end." Alison listened to him, blushing slightly she didn’t know how to respond. She hadn’t thought of herself as impressive or anything like that. She was just doing it for her father, what he wanted. That was all that mattered. And Alison also knew that her father was thinking of them. She wouldn’t be able to tell him anything like she didn’t like Augustina. Yea, She was nice when she wanted, but she was a witch. A woman that acts like she’s still thirteen.
“Well I wouldn’t say its that impressing, I’m just doing it because he’s doing it for us, he thinks we need a mother. But in no way will I ever call her mom, or anything like that. To me, mom, or mother is a special word” Allie shrugged, she didn’t control her words; they were pouring out of her mouth, much without thinking. It’d just been so instinctive that she didn’t have to think. She didn’t know why, nor did she want it to be such a way. But it was just something that Allie couldn’t help. Her face flushed a more pinkish rather than red color, she tried to straighten her smile to calm her face but she was unsuccessful in her attempt. “Oh, in the mountains? No bears or wild animals?” She asked, the mountains Allie knew were quite safe last time she’d been near them, but she didn’t know what’d happened since then. She’d been so oblivious to her surroundings the past months it’d been so odd, and she’d been so off.
"So, anywhere you want to go or are you okay with just cruising the street?" His velvet voice rang again, she’d been half-lost in thought but had heard Mitchell perfectly. She shrugged, she hadn’t been in Seattle in ages, forgetting what was to lie in the large city.
She smiled and looked at the speedometer, at how fast he’d been going. Her eyes looked as if they were about to bug out of her head. “Do you know how fast your going?” She asked, her eyes now on the rode. She hadn’t noticed before the surroundings passing so quickly, but now she’d seen it. She could see the bar but not the numbers, does that say 90?, she thought to herself quietly. Her eyes still wide with surprise. tagged:: Mitchell Cullen Words:: I dunno Thoughts:: I have the books but can never find the right places where i want to read when I want to read it. Listening to:: NANANANA BATMAN! LOL!.
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Post by Mitchell Cullen on Jan 28, 2009 11:38:07 GMT -5
What you need is something genuine What you want is something real What you need is something truthful I know you do Stacie Orrico ~ Genuine "Nope," he said when she questioned the mountains having bears or wild animals. "No bears and the only wild animals were the little kind." Even as he said it he was thinking, Lies, lies, and more lies. He couldn't just come out and tell her the truth though. At least she didn't freak out like some people might of. There were some mountains around here that weren't the greatest for real camping. Those were the places the Cullens went since the animals were what they went there for. He didn't comment again on his being impressed by her putting up with the soon-to-be-step-mother. She wanted to be modest and so he'd let her. Besides. She'd just freaked out about his speed and he was only now realizing that as much as he'd been trying to go a normal speed the car was pushing 90. It was capable of doing that and he usually drove that speed, but with her in the car he had to be a little more careful. He eased off the gas, the car slowing down. "S-s-sorry," he managed to stutter through his embarrassment, for once wishing he could blush. Wanting to feel the burning feeling in his cheeks so he could focus on that. He couldn't even come up with an excuse for his speed. The truth was the only real excuse and..... he couldn't tell her that could he? "L-lead foot," he finally managed to stutter out, but it was a pathetic excuse. tagged: Alison Anderson Words: Maybe 200. That's my usual minimum. Thoughts: Kinda short, but I was stumped on coming up with an excuse for why he was driving so fast. Listening to: The silence of the library I'm sitting in. >_<
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Post by alisonanderson on Jan 28, 2009 17:54:08 GMT -5
This is the story of a girl Who cried a river and drowned the whole world While she looks so sad in photographs I absulutly love her, when she smilies.Alison's Outfit [/font][/size][/center] He stumbled, which was the first thing that she noticed. Smiling over at him, she fought back a little giggle. He was cute when he stumbled in Alison's mind. She was getting obsessed. But could she help it? She looked away and out the window for a moment. "Okay, its cool, I understand," She nodded, not looking back over at him again, but putting her hand next to her buckle, making sure it was in tight enough. She put a blond lock of her hair back behind her ear and looked back over at Michell once again. "So...," She began, and took her gaze on the road. Her blue eyes looking at the street they were on. She reconized it, they were on North Taylor Ave. One of the few streets she would be able to reconize. "Turn left at the next turn, go up on 5th Ave, until you get to Harrison, and take another left," She directed, keeping her eyes on the road a moment, turning her eyes, to Mitchell, but keeping her head straight into the road.
Allie smilied from ear to ear, though honestly, she had no idea where they were heading. She was leading them onto a road that had loads of entertainment, with a football statium near by. As well as places such as shopping, dining, and so on. "Than once we get there, you can choose where to go, there's loads there to do," She smilied, she wanted to talk to him, learn more about his family, and surely get an explination on what Nessie had told her about the Cullens family. Which is some things that had been bugging Alison so much. She sighed and turned her face to face his, even though his was turned onto the road.
"Could I ask you something?" [/b] She asked seriously, probably the wrong time, but it was really getting to bug her in her head. What was it that Miss. Renesmee Cullen had told her over a month ago. She hadn't told anyone but Ana about it. And it was really getting to her head. She kept her gaze locked on the side of his face, watiting for his responce. [/size][/blockquote] tagged:: Mitchell Cullen Words:: one.second. Thoughts:: I've written shorter with Bella with no muse. Sorry for making you stumped I'm trying to make things up with directions, so i'm praiseing Google Earth XD Listening to:: Never think -- Rob Pattinson (i've been having a twilight day...first movie, than soundtrack)
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