Ryan seethed inwardly as Brendon approached him, microphone clutched in his hand, trademark smirk fixed in place. The screaming pre-teen girls lapped it up as Brendon leant in close and sang the words that Ryan had written directly into the skin on his neck. Brendon knew that the timid guitarist would submit to it as usual, he knew that sweet,
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Yes I have loads more written already but wasn't sure so thought I would just post a wee little bit of it but now I shall post more. Hoorah!
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No I am afraid I am English but I am a fan of the Scots! I posted more story on my journal and I tried to do the linking thing into SATD but I don't think it worked or something. My Livejournal skills are...well nil. I will try again tomorrow but you might be able to read it in my journal I think...dunno. Anyway yeah, thanks again. You're a lovely human being :)
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super duper yay!
i like it
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if you werent gunna post more
i would have to pout
and thats never good...
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Anyway I posted more on my journal but think I fucked up the SATD link thing so will try again.
Thanks for being excited! Excitement = Good.
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Sorry, I have not gotten over the whole "Wow people are reading my story" syndrome yet!
More posted on my journal but not on SATD I don't think. Still trying to figure out Livejournal.
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i just wish they didn't smoke weed. thats not kool =[
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Glad you liked the story. Sorry about the weed...needed to chill Bden out somehow!
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