“It’s Britney, Bitch.”

Out of all the horrible things to wake up to in the morning... that had to be at the top of the list.

I think having Uncle Ryan’s gigantic pit bull licking slobber all over my face or my little brother and his demon spawn friend playing cops and robbers through the house in which they then bring the game into my room where they proceed to jump over the bed, their feet landing in my stomach and knocking over my bed stand and leaving disaster in their wake, before leaving again are even better then that.

Not to mention if you wake up to something that awful it totally sets the tone of the rest of your day. Not a good thing my friend. Britney's a curse.

“Turn it off turn it off. If you have even a bit of mercy in your body, turn it off!” I groaned, rolling over trying desperately to cover my bleeding ears with my pillow. Which didn’t work at all.

“Oh Allie, stop being so dramatic.” I heard Carrie’s voice say but the horrible music came to a stop and I sighed, relieved. But then it hit me. I was in Carrie’s room, yes. I remember camping at her house the night before. But I had heard the music coming from my left and not my right, where I knew her stereo was seated on her desk.

I rolled over and sat up, gaping at her from where she was seated to my left on a bean bag chair, writing in her diary and then glanced at the paused TV screen.

“You were watching her performance?” I asked in disbelief. It was worse than I thought. I mean, listening to the song was addicting. I will even admit that myself. I caught myself listening to it one or two times and mumbling along to the constantly repeating lyrics before I realized what I was doing and turned the wretched music off…. But watching her VMA disaster was a whole different level of crazy.

Carrie stopped what she was writing and glanced up at me as she closed her diary and hid it back behind her dictionary on her bookshelf. A hiding spot she’d been using since she was 6.

“No matter how you look at me…” she said, pointing to my obviously still shocked face. “How many times you diss her or me for listening to her…” she held up another finger as she counted off what she was saying. “Or how many times you break my CDs or delete my TiVo.” She said the last one with a glare and I smirked. No use being bashful or acting innocent when she already knew it was me. “I will always be a supporter of Britney.”

I sighed sadly at my friend’s delusions.

“She’s just going through a hard time right now.” Carrie finished.

I rolled my eyes at that. The girl was a walking disaster. I actually waited every night for her latest mess up on the news. Only in America folks. Only in America do crazy celebs get the top spot news along with world wars and deadly virus breakouts.

I thought about how better off she had been with K-Fed. Pre- no underwear wearing, passing out, running over peoples toes Britney was better than the one now. She so spiraled out of control without the Eminem wannabe at her side. My theory is that she even tried to win him back by bombing her VMA performance. She figured if she did the ultimate act of love by performing even worse than he did and making people talk about her and finally forget his wretched performance- he’d come running back.

Not that I would mention that to clueless Carrie though. She’d probably stab me with her pen, which she was still holding, I realized with a sideways glance. She was a total Justin and Britney fan. I mean, hardcore. Eh, I get queasy just thinking about the poster of them she had hanging on the inside of her closet door.

It puts a whole new meaning to scary things that lurk in the closet.

“Well let me just say this,” I said, shifting my position till I was sitting up and grabbed a candy bar out of her bedside table where she kept her stash. “I will deal with your delusional devotion for her… but I swear that if you cover your head with a blanket, sit in your closet and cry into a camera for people to leave her alone and post it on Youtube… I’m so outta here.”

I saw Carrie’s lips quirk even though I knew it was killing her to find anything I said amusing at the moment. “Don’t worry. I have no intention of becoming the next YouTube star.”

I grinned and threw the candy bar wrapper towards the garbage where it smoothly sailed into it. I smirked. I’m so good.

“But my dear, I wouldn’t mind being the next internet star. I still haven’t come up with anything good to do yet though.” I frowned. I’d been thinking about it for the past year. The thing that would really make me famous. I mean ‘Today Show’ famous. Getting interviewed via-web cam by Matt Lauer would just be a dream come true.

“You could eat something really nasty.” Carrie offered with a cringe.

“It’s already been done.” I sighed.

“Uh,” Carrie tipped her head to the side, the thing she did every time she was in deep thought. “You could play a really mean practical joke on someone… which I will say now, you better exclude me and Jake from.”

I smirked, thinking of all the possibilities but then frowned. “No, those people usually get bashed more than loved. I guess I’ll just finally admit that my YouTube fantasy is just a pipedream. I will have to become famous some other way.”

Carrie smiled and I finally noticed she was already what appeared to be showered, and fully dressed.

“Oh my god, what time is it?” I asked, turning to see the time and seeing it was just after noon. Wow, I haven’t slept that long in… well, a long time.

“I didn’t want to wake you up.” Carrie said when I turned back to her. “I figured after you acting so weird last night you needed to sleep it off until you were… non-weird Allie again.” She said, quirking an eyebrow, obviously at her lame sentence that she didn’t know how to finish. Though I didn’t blame her as I buried my face in a pillow. I didn’t know how to describe the way I was acting last night either. Especially the end of the night where I grabbed her hand and literally pulled her from the party saying I couldn’t stay any longer.

You can’t blame a girl! Not only does a guy who I just realize I have a ridiculous crush on totally make my blood pump by being skin to skin close to me and making a really weird comment, but then my best friends brother…

My head shot up to look at Carrie, who’s eyes were focused on the paused TV screen which was showing Britney in the middle of some really bad dance move.

“Is your brother… here?” I asked cautiously and must have sounded suspicious because Carrie gave me a confused look before answering.

“No, he left back for school really early this morning.”

I let my head fall back into the pillow. I didn’t know whether I was relived or angry that he was gone and I couldn’t ask him what the hell he was thinking last night. To be truthful, the thing was still confusing the heck outta me.

There I was, all blissful in post-Jonah encounter and suddenly I got a teenybopper flashback and Gavin was there, kissing me. And I mean kissing me. I closed my eyes remembering the kiss and I had to admit the guy was a good kisser. The spontaneous kiss was enough to make even a total anti-guy girl go crazy. But then adding the hands he rested on my cheeks and the way his lips were moving so slowly and smooth against mine… oh no, I was so not gonna have these thoughts about Gavin. But I would admit he was an amazing kisser. But that was it. Done thinking. End of thoughts, Allie. Think something else. Thing something else that didn’t involve lips and touching and…

“Allie?” my head shot up and Carrie was giving me her usual confused look.

“He said I could borrow one of his CDs but I see the loser has already left. Probably forgot.”

Okay, I was way too good at lying, it wasn’t even cool. I glanced at Carrie though and my confidence was gone. Of course she didn’t believe me. She was my best friend after all and I was not as good a liar as I thought.

“I’ll tell you later.” I mumbled and Carrie nodded, a confused smile on her face. Who knows what was going on in that head of hers but I didn’t like it. I didn’t want to worry about what she was thinking seeing as though I had enough things to worry about at the moment. Like what the hell Gavin meant when he pulled back from kissing the life out of me and saying ‘Okay. Just had to make sure.’ And giving me a funny look before leaving like he was never even there.

He definitely is the biggest loser I know. Doing something so unbelievably crazy and then just leaving. Poof. Adios. Making me wonder if I had dreamed it all up and then making me wonder what the hell was wrong with me if I was dreaming of him kissing me but then realizing it wasn’t a dream at all when I still tasted his drink on my lips.

Oh no, it was all too real.

And I was all too confused.

“Come back to earth, Allie. It’s going to be okay, just take my hand. I’m right here…” I heard a familiar amused voice and I broke from my thoughts to glare at Jake who was standing by the bed with an outstretched hand and grinned at Carrie. “I think she’s finally back from la la land.”

”Ha ha, so funny.” I grinned fakly at Jake as he flopped down on the bed beside me.

“Did you just wake up?” he asked when he looked at my hair that was no doubt bed head winner of the year. “And what were you just thinking so deeply about? That’s scary.” He joked.

Before I could say anything Carrie answered for me. “Her famous YouTube vid.” She said and gave me a ‘You’re so gonna explain everything later look.’

“Random rants about random things?” Jake offered.

“Already been done.” Carrie and I answered in unison.

“Huh.” Jake said but then totally seemed to forget the topic when he as well reached for a candy bar in Carrie’s drawer. “So what are we doing today?”

I laid down, still unbelievably tired. Wasn’t it weird how if you sleep for only a few hours your wide awake, but if you sleep for 10 plus hours your tired and groggy all day? Hmm, maybe it was just that way with me. But either way, it sucked.

“I don’t know. But I think we should definitely add a trip to Pancake Paradise to our schedule.” I sighed just thinking about the heap of pancakes slathered with whip cream and the extremely huge hot cup of coffee.

“Hangover?” Jake asked, looking at me with a grin but I just grinned back.

“Not at all. Just extremely hungry.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “How is it possible you don’t even have the slightest headache?” he asked, obviously irked that when he drank he was completely immobile the next day.

“Well let’s just say I was sobered up pretty fast last night and that might be the reason.” I muttered but only Carrie heard as Jake just continued to eat, completely oblivious that I even spoke.

“Okay, Pancake Paradise it is.” Jake said, obviously happy with the idea of being able to eat all the pancakes he could as he already started walking towards the door. “I’m gonna grab a muffin or something to tie me over. Don’t take too long.” He called before leaving the bedroom and I got up and stretched, realizing I was still wearing a certain football player’s jersey.

“Are you gonna give it back to him?” Carrie asked, obviously knowing where my thoughts were.

I smirked. “I don’t think so.” I said as I stretched again. “It was pretty comfortable to sleep in.”

Carrie grinned. “I so won’t even comment on that.”

“Good.” I pursed my lips and stuck my tongue out as I made my way towards the shower, happy to finally be able to get the sticky soda off my skin.

10 minutes later, dressed in a pair of Carrie’s old jeans and a tank top I had left at her place a few weeks ago, I climbed into the backseat of Jake’s car as him and Carrie got into the front and we set off for the Pancake capital of the world… or, er, at least of our town.

“Whose turn is it for radio day?” I asked, knowing it was a rhetorical question and smirking when I heard Jake and Carrie groan in unison and I sat back and got comfortable. “Shall it be screamo?” I asked myself, seeing Jake’s ears perk up. “Nah. How about Country? Nope.” Carrie turned around and glared. “Ah, Alice In Chains is it.” I grinned, pulling the CD from the case that sat on the back seat that held a mixture of all our favorite music.

I sighed as the opening cords of ‘Man In The Box’ echoed through the car and saw Carrie slouch in her seat and Jake start tapping his fingers to the beat on the steering wheel even though he would much preferred to listen to some leather and chain clad weirdo screaming non-understandable lyrics through the speakers. I closed my eyes and pictured the gorgeous Layne Staley singing the song as we made our way to pancake heaven.

Nope, it didn’t get much better than this.

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“Table for 3?” the waitress droned out in monotone. Claudia. 5’3’’, 200 pounds, short curly dyed pink hair wearing a giant flower apron never spoke another way in the ten years I had been coming to Pancake Paradise. A trip there without Claudia being your boring waitress just wasn’t the same.

“No, four.” I smiled and then looked to my left and into the empty space there. “Charles, I told her. Stop poking me.” I scolded, waving my hand through the air as if I were slapping something. “He gets sensitive since most people can’t see him and assume he’s not there. I try to tell him that’s one of the downsides of being an imaginary friend but it still hurts him.” I smiled at her but she just rolled her eyes as Carrie and Jake chuckled. Claudia was way used to my antics to be bothered with me. She was like one of those guards that stand outside the castle walls in England. They have one facial expression and nothing you do is going to make them change it.

“Three it is.” She said and started walking away after picking up three menus and we followed. I was so close to feasting on the leaning tower of pancakes. So close I could already taste the whip cream and syrup and…

“Hey you guys!”

My head swung to the familiar voice and once again was hit by the non-stop hits of life. Always everywhere. I swear. I spit soda on the dude and then there he is. Popping up wherever I am. Always. Every time I turn around. There. He. Is.

“You guys are always where we are.” Kyle laughed, taking the thoughts right from my head and I parted my lips in surprise. We were always where they were? No hunny, nope. It was the other way around.

I looked around the table where Martin, Kyle and Jonah were seated, all with a plate of pancakes in front of them, untouched since they were obviously just delivered. And then met the blue eyes I already knew were on me, staring at me with the same stupid expression. Uh, he’s just like Claudia. Only I knew that even though it seemed impossible, his expression did change. And when it did it was just wow. When he laughed his eyes lit up and his smile could blow you away. Or when he was mad his eyes got so unbelievably dark and cold but at the same time seemed to be filled with fire and when he was being devious or cocky…

I mentally slapped myself.

Stupid crushes.

Before anyone could say anything Claudia’s monotone voice spoke again. “Are you going to come to your own table or have a little party right here?”

Kyle laughed as if something she said was funny. Well, maybe to him it was. “No no, get three more chairs, they can join us.”

Oh no. Not happening.

“No it’s okay, we can just…” I started but Carrie and Jake, the traders, were already pulling chairs from other tables and sitting down. And my oh my how my luck would have it, I thought when I saw Jake pulled me a chair up and seated it right by Jonah, who’s eyes were still on me even though I wasn’t looking at him. I could feel it. And the sick thing was it was giving me Goosebumps and butterflies in my stomach, at the memory of the night before, and they were making me not so hungry anymore.

Stupid crushes.

“Are you just going to stand there all day?”

I looked up at Jonah’s voice and, indeed, he was staring at me. Okay maybe not staring, but more watching… but they’re the same thing in my book.

“Of course not.” I said as if it were the stupidest thing in the world. I didn’t want him thinking I was reluctant to sit by him. Though the way he was looking at me with a glint in his eyes told me he already got that impression.

“Allie has a firm motto she lives by,” Jake said as I sat down, slowly pulling my chair away from Jonah’s as much as I could but it didn’t matter since the table was so small anyways and we were practically arm to arm.

“Whats that?” Kyle asked, grinning at me and I blushed, remembering the run in with him the night before. Oh god, I hope he didn’t go and tell Martin and definitely not Jonah. Kyle seemed like the gossipy type.

“Why stand when you can sit.” I answered him, knowing what Jake was going to say.

“And she takes it to the extreme. She even pulls up a stool to the cash register at work to sit on while she’s ringing people out. Or if she’s cleaning something, she’ll get a crate to sit on.” Jake laughed and I grinned. Hey, why would anyone want to stand when they could sit and do their work? I also had a motto of why sit when you can lie down but that wasn’t possible most of the time.

“Why does the conversation always focus around me?” I asked as a waitress came and dropped off three more large platters of pancakes and asked if we wanted to order anything else from the menu, to which everyone declined, before walking away.

“Because you’re fun to talk about.” Carrie playfully elbowed my side.

“Well I must say I am flattered that I’m so amazing you just cant help but talk about me.” I grinned. It was amazing, even though I tried to deny it as much as possible, that I felt so comfortable and acted normal around these guys. I always figured it would be awkward but here I was, joking like I normally would if it were just Jake, Carrie and I.

“Well you do enough crazy stuff to warrant constant conversations.” Carrie replied.

Jake swallowed a pancake. And I mean, literally a whole pancake. I don’t even know if he chewed it or not, before he spoke again.

“Which brings me back to what I was saying.” He said, looking at the guys across the table. “One time she took the computer chair from her bosses office to sit on so she could roll around on it since she had to mop. You should have seen her. Sitting Indian style on the chair as she pushed herself around using the mop like a paddle.”

I slightly blushed at the memory as chills raced up my back at the deep chuckle coming from beside me and turned to see Jonah smiling, obviously amused.

“That’s it. I’m applying for a job at Mickey Dees. It’s bound to be fun if I get to work with you.” Kyle grinned across the table at me and something told me that the night before was completely forgotten. He wasn’t the type to make fun of a girl for thinking he was coming onto her when he really wasn’t.

Thank god.

“So do you guys come here a lot?” Carrie asked, making conversation as everyone started eating.

“Every time we win, we come here to celebrate.” Martin answered.

“Correction – every time we win, we get wasted, so this is our hangover tradition.” Kyle explained and everyone laughed.

Martin grinned. “Okay, maybe he’s right.”

“How’s your hangover going?” Jonah asked and I turned to see he was talking to me and I shrugged.

“I’m perfectly fine.” I smirked.

“So not fair.” Kyle groaned. “My headache is just going away and you drank way more than me Clumsy Allie.”

I grinned. “New nickname?”

Kyle laughed. “Maybe. Seeing as though you fell over how many times last night?”

“Just a few.” I bit my lip, slightly embarrassed.

“And still managed to kick Jonah’s ass too.” Kyle laughed and I felt that feeling of my ego swelling up and I smirked and turned in time to see the guy in question rolling his eyes.

“It was a fluke.” Jonah said and I snorted and he smirked. “I was getting dizzy seeing you fall over so many times it messed up my game.”

Everyone laughed. Even I did, inwardly, but no way was I going to laugh out loud. “You’re so funny. You should have your own stand up act.”

“I’ll put that into consideration, thanks.” Was all he said, still grinning.

“You’re really not funny.”

“You just said I was.”

I shrugged. “Sarcasm. You should look it up.”

“So you’re saying I’m not funny?” he asked, still amused. Why wasn’t he getting mad? Why did I want him to get mad? Why was I irritated that he was talking to me without being mad at me for something for once? Uncomfortable with it? Why was I asking myself all these questions?

Dude, I was losing it.

“What I’m saying is you’re the least funniest person I know.” I said, noticing Carrie and Martin had branched of into their own discussion and Kyle and Jake seemed to be having a serious conversation about pancakes.

“Oh, now I’m just hurt.”

I shrugged, unapologetic and turned to smile at him but as soon as I saw his face I broke out laughing.

“You have whip cream all over your chin.” I told him, pointing to the giant glob that was forming a small beard on his chin. He ran his hand across his chin, managing to touch every inch of his skin except the place the glob was. “It’s still there.” I let him know but instead of reaching for a napkin like any normal person would have done he did something that nearly made me fall out of my chair… quite literally in fact. He reached over and took the sleeve of my shirt, using it as a napkin to wipe the whip cream from his chin, pulling me over to him so far half of me was now hanging off my chair.

When he finally let my shirt go, I sat back and I swear my mouth hit the floor.

“Oh I know you did not just use my shirt to wipe your face off.” I tried to sound as lethal as I felt but I was still just too shocked and it came out with more disbelief then menace.

He grinned. “Sorry, no napkins.” He said, shrugging.

I glared, reaching forward to where a stack of napkins sat and held them up for him to see before wiping the bit of whip cream that hadn’t smeared into the fibers of my shirt already, off. And then threw them at him, only to have him laugh.

“Do I wanna ask what just possessed you to do that?” I asked. Why did I like this guy? He was annoying beyond belief. I mean, he just wiped his face on my shirt! He’s like… like…psycho. I mean, who would do that?

“Well you weren’t helping me get it off, were you?” he asked, taking a bite of his pancakes as if he didn’t just use me as a human hanker chief while I still glared at him. “You were just laughing at me.”

Why was he so easy going and joking now? I couldn’t just argue back if he wasn’t being an ass. And that’s what he was supposed to be so this stupid crush would go away when I realize how unbearable he was. Nice Jonah so would not be helping this situation. Nice Jonah just made me uncomfortable and giddy. So not a good thing.

“Oh and what would you have suggested I do? Get a napkin and wipe it off for you?” I asked. No way, way too touchy touchy for me… though the thought of course crossed my mind and my fingers itched to automatically do it when I had seen the mess on his chin.

His eyes changed till they were boring into me again, all signs of humor gone. Yay, that was a good thing. Mean Jonah is coming back! “Or you could have licked it off.”

Or not.

He did not just say that. My stomach flipped and unwanted chills raced up my spine at his words. I dropped my glare, shifting in my seat uncomfortably. It figures this annoying psycho is the only person to make me truly uncomfortable.

“Why do you do that?” I asked, not looking at him but now focusing on cutting up my pancakes into the smallest pieces possible.

“Do what?” I heard him ask as he pushed his plate towards the center of the table, obviously finished, and leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table and I could see him watching me cut up my poor pancakes from the corner of my eye.

“You know what.” I said. Hating how uncomfortable I suddenly was. This guy liked playing mind games I think, that was the only explanation.

“Actually I don’t so why don’t you say it?”

I could actually hear the evilness in his voice, egging me on to say something that I really didn’t wanna say but I wasn’t gonna give him the satisfaction of not doing it.

“Make comments like that.” I said, turning to look him in the eye, getting my normal confidence back despite suddenly being mesmerized by his now gray eyes. They were just blue. Jeeze, I hated when that happened. “You know, I don’t think your girlfriend would like it much.” I narrowed my eyes at him. Waiting to see a reaction. Wishing I could make him as uneasy as I was but he just kept looking at me. Though there was no humor in his eyes and he wasn’t smirking, just that infamous Jonah dead look.

Heh, and I thought that was what I wanted? I so wanted joking fun Jonah back now.

“Well she’s not here, is she?” Was all he said and I couldn’t seem to pull my eyes away from him. We were so close because of the stupid seating, literally face to face. His eyes shot down to my lips and my stomach flipped when his eyes met mine again. All I would have to do is move forward just a bit and…

“Are you two done with your staring contest?” Martin asked and I quickly turned my head to where him and everyone else were standing up, apparently done with their brunch.

“He would have lost anyways.” I smiled, liking that none of them had taken notice to the tension that was still surrounding me and the guy I was sitting next to. “We’re leaving?” I asked, sending a questioning look to Carrie who I noticed was looking at me strangely, obviously noticing the tension despite me thinking no one had. Damn.

“Yeah. We’re all finished.” She said, looking like she was going to say something else while her eyes flickered from Jonah to me.

“Okay.” I said, my heart still pounding from moments before. How did I get into situations like this? I seriously needed to stay away from him. I felt like a 12 year old with a crush again. This wasn’t fun at all.

I stood up and walked over to where everyone else was standing, minus Jonah who was still sitting down, not having moved yet.

“See you guys later.” Jake said and Kyle and Martin returned the greeting and I smiled at them before we started walking away but I still sensed the eyes I felt following me out the restaurant, boring into my back and turned when I reached the door and he was still sitting there, leaning back in his chair, one arm over the back of it, his eyes still on me and that same look on his face.

I pulled my eyes away from him, hating the Goosebumps that covered my arms. How could one person have so many different personalities? Nice and friendly and joking one minute and totally serious and flirting the next. Flirting. That’s what I didn’t want to say. What if it was another Kyle case and I totally read the situation wrong? I groaned. No way, I was not losing it. He was so flirting with me. I glared. Stupid boys.

“You have so much to tell me, dear friend.” Carrie said as we waited on the sidewalk while Jake went and got the car, Carrie complaining she didn’t want to walk because she was too full. Lucky her, I was still hungry, barley getting to eat any of my pancakes.

I sighed, it was now or never. “Gavin kissed me last night. He was just there and then bing, bang, boom. He was kissing me and then he was gone. And he seemed really sober when he was doing it and I don’t know what the hell was happening, why he did it or what. Especially because I was still reeling from Jonah’s body practically pinning mine to the wall and telling me he liked his jersey on me which happened post-winning the beer pong and pre-Gavin being psycho. And just now he was totally flirting with me and then got all serious and cryptic and did that stare thing that I hate so much and… uh, I wanna go back to bed." I ended with a whine and ignored Carrie’s disbelieving stare.

“Okay, I’ll comment later when I can swallow what you just told me and not gag at the fact that my brother kissed you again, but…” she stopped and took a deep breath and put her arm around my shoulders and I rested my head against her. “You say I have boy problems?”

I glared at a fire hydrant a few feet away. “Shut up.”

She laughed. I groaned in self-pity.

This was all Britney’s fault.

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‘Ello loves.

Filler till the next chap. Which is gonna be another big one.

To make this short – Comp broke, had to rewrite this first half from the top of my head, probably not as good as original, forgot what I was going to do this chap so created Pancake Paradise instead. Hope I at least shed some insight into how Allie feels where Jonah is regarded.

And sorry for the many errors – which I know there was many – because this wasn’t beta’d but I wanted to post something before Xmas.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed. You guys are seriously amazing. Your reviews always bring a smile to my face :D. Jonah or Gavin… I guess we’ll find out ;) & more stuff about The Gavin/Allie kiss will come later.

Oh and question… having Jake and Carrie kinda have their own story inside this story isn’t annoying or anything right? Cause I know some ppl only like reading about the main characters ‘relationship’. Not that I’m going to change what I’m doing cause I happen to like writing oblivious Jake but I was just curious ;)

Oh, no offense to Brit lovers –blush- I always just tend to write a lot of my own thoughts and current happenings inside the chaps. Disclaimer is that I own nothing except the characters and plotline. Unfortunately Alice In Chains is not mine, neither is the amazing and wonderful late Layne Staley 3 But hey, Kyle is :P lol.

Character pics? Yay or Nay? Cause I have Allie, Jake, Carrie, Melissa, Kyle, Martin, Gavin and Allie’s Bro and Kenny… no Jonah yet. No one fits and I’m very very picky. But the thing is, is that character pics and a lot of people have a hate/hate relationship. If you look at them and don’t agree, it totally takes your image away through the rest of the story even though you try for it not to. And of course if you see that link to character pics, even if you don’t want to click on it, there’s that curiosity to see who they are and see if you pictured them the same and yadda, yadda, yadda. So I’ll see if ppl want them before I post anything. Cause personally, I prefer to keep my images most of the time. There’s only been a few times when I liked who authors ‘cast’ as their characters and I’m sure a lot of people won’t like the ones I picked :P So just wanted to see what ya all think.

And I’d like to take the time to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year or just Happy Holidays or whatever else it is that you celebrate. Even if you celebrate nothing, Happy December ;) I hope you all have a great Holiday.

If you didn’t know, I have a lot of first chaps to other FP stories I started posted here – www . freewebs . com / xjmarit – minus the spaces…. And am thinking about posting another one but I don’t know which one I want to actually continue writing yet :P So if you’re bored and want something else to read, feedback as to which ones you like best is always appreciated. The sad thing is that’s only about 6 of the 50 first chaps I have written  I can’t stop myself when I have a new idea I have to write it –blush--

And um… yeah that’s really it now.

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-Kellie