♫ ♩ ♬ ♭Midnight Hours - Cobblestone Passages - Forgotten Savages ♫ ♩ ♬ ♭

I love Hetalia, it is awesome. But I think 2P! Canada is my favorite. I also love 2P! America. (Their split personalities).

Alex peered over the crowd of people that were yelling about something that must have been exciting. Jack leaned on the lockers and asked "What are they all jittery about?" Shrugging Alex tried to shove his way to his locker. "HEY!"
"OUCH watch it you dick!" Were the comments he received as he forced his way through the mob of bodies. At the heart of the chaos was a girl with pink hair "GO TO CLASS!" The principal yelled over the noise. Everything went quiet and the crowd dissipated, the girl leaned on her locker and breathed. "Good god, I'm gonna go mental here." She said. Alex grinned, it was good to hear a British accent.
 
The entirety of Dulaney High School was buzzing due to the new girl. She sat down in Alex's creative writing class, she pulled out her spiral notebook and started to write. "Miss. would you please come and address the class?" Ms. Willis asked looking at the Brit. She stood and walked to the front and said "Hi, I'm Rosie Benton. Anything you wanna know ask now."
"You free this Friday?" Jack joked from the back. She smirked and said "Even if I was, I wouldn't be taking up your offer." A girl asked "Where are you from?"
"I'm from Manchester England."
"Like New England right?" Some dumb blonde asked. "No like England UK. Moron." She breathed the last part.
 
Rosie made her way down the halls, her bag slung over her shoulder her batman hoodie tied round her waist. She went to her locker and saw a guy fumbling with his lock, he had almost ginger-ish brown hair. Unlocking her locker she tossed her bag into it and shoved her discarded hoodie inside as well. The cold Baltimore December didn't compare to a winter in England. Making her way to the lunch hall she started to humming Small Things. Entering the lunch hall she heard a guy yell "Hey! Pinky!" Turning on her heel she saw a guy with a blond crew-cut. "I assume your speaking of me?" She asked incredulously. "Yeah, come sit next to me babe!"
"I already promised it to someone else." With that she started walking to a table that only had four people at it.
 
Jack nudged Alex and said "That chick's coming this way."
"What chick." A body sat next to him, almost uncomfortably close. Glancing over Alex saw the British girl from earlier. "Hello." She said. "Hi?" Alex asked giving her an odd look. "What?"
"Why are you sitting here."
"It was empty." She commented, then just to add insult she gestured around the rest of the table and said "Just like that one and that one and tha-"
"I get it." Alex cut her off. "You could have sat with the football team."
"I thought you Americans called it 'soccer'."
"Sorry, rugby."
"Wrong."
"I'M FROM ENGLAND!"
 
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
"What part?"
"Essex."
"You don't sound British." She argued. "I moved when I was seven." Their argument or as they put it 'competitive conversation' had lasted all day ever since lunch. Zack groaned and all but yelled "We get it! Just say your friends or whatever." She smiled at Zack and said "Aw."
"What?" He blushed. "That's the first thing you've said to me!" Zack laughed slightly and rubbed the back of his head, his messy long black hair slightly unruly from the long day." The group, now five, sat on the bleachers in the gym class.
 
"Mum! I'm going to Alex's, his mum said I could stay over!" Rosie yelled through the first floor of their house. "Okay, do you have clothes?"
"No, I just though I'd go over there naked." She called sarcastically. "All right smart arse. Just remember your aunt and uncle will be here tomorrow!"
"Yeah yeah, love you!" With that she ran across the street at the speed of light and banged on the door before waltzing inside the Gaskarth's house. "Oh please, do come in." Alex called from the kitchen he poked his head around the corner and rolled his eyes and his friend.

Where as 'punk' isn't a clothing style, it's a personality. Okay so the picture of me is a little old, before I changed my hair. But I still have my nose ring and stuffs.

Character;
 
Rosie Raelynn Benton
 
Model; Eleanor Kershaw
 
Guy; Alex Gaskarth

...........I love the 7 year old!! I must be a princess model~!

He laid back down and whispered "I missed you so much Miss. Ravensdale." She laughed and said quietly "I missed you too Mr. Styles." Getting up she looked through his suitcase and pulled out a regular tee-shirt and looking through her bag she found a pair of underwear that she decided to wear. Harry watched as she pulled them on and crawled back onto the double bed. "This is far closer quarters than in Australia." She laughed.
 
The sound of an obnoxious ringtone filled the room sending the young lovers into a panic. They both jumped out of the bed and started searching for the phone, finally Harry dug it out of his pocket and saw it was Louis. "Damn him." Harry grumbled. "Seriously?" Pandora whined. Answering the phone Harry grumbled incoherently for a moment "Louis, why is you call right when I fall asleep?"

Okay so I had this story called "Music Binds Us, Cameras Blind Us" it was a Brendon Urie story. I realized just what a rubbish writer I was. The story line was stupid, the character design was messy. I litterly had P.O.V a lot. I hate reading that way! Grammar was bad, spelling was off. THE MAIN CHARACTER WAS SOOO BAD! Okay, to see if you think I've become a better writer I wanted to post Then and Now Character Descriptions.
 
2008 - Jayla; Full Name: Jayla Dian Smith
Hair: Black (naturally)
Eyes:Blue (Naturally)
Skin Tone: Very Pale (Naturally)
Age:19, so far
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 90 lb.
Piercings: Snakebites on bottom lip
Tattoos: a music note (somewhere)
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Personalty
Favorite Colors: Black, Red, Blue, Green, Silver, Purple
Instruments She Can Play: Guitar, Clarinet, Piano, Violin, Cello
Family:Brother, Sister-In-Law, Niece, cousins, grandparents, and aunt and uncle
Other Roles:Lead Guitar, Song Writer, lead/back vocals, comic relief
Personalty: She is sarcastic, sometimes calm, mostly hyper. She tells people what she thinks of them, is an animal lover. With black belts in karate, judo, and jujitsu she can break a block of cement in one strike. She knows her cars due to the fact that her father designed many of them. Her interests lie in skateboarding, music, art, literature, and photography.
Enimess: Katie Colsing, and Grace Urie
Dislikes: Stupid, random pictures taken of her
Never Leaves Anywhere Without: iPod and head phones
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Other Info
Clothing Style: skinny jeans, arm warmers (to sometimes hide barley noticeable scars), a t-shirt or tank top, and converse
Disorders or Allergy's: Extremely High Metabolism, Asthma, Allergy's to Alcohol, and blackberries.
 
Okay So That was then (the grammar spelling Nazi in me had to correct some of the worst of it).

Here's what's #onmydesk
 
Okay so from the top - (this is my home desk not my work desk)
Strange Desk - Okay so when I got my flat I was taking very little from my old flat. So I took this strange desk.
 
The Chair- This is not by any means a comfortable chair, but with a cushion it's not bad. That's why there's a great supply of cushions stemming from my Mario pillow, to the owl and tortoro.
 
Laptop- So I just got my laptop a couple months ago and got rid of my Windows Vista computer (Worst thing I've ever seen) I now use Windows 8 and I think I'm one of the few who like it.
 
The art work- I'm a very 'abstract and whimsical' person according to my flatmate. There's the art to prove it I guess.
 
Clock- Just cause!
 
I love my rubix cube pencil holder!!

Harry's leg shook impatiently, he was tiered of being on the plane. He just wanted to land so he could go home, get some clothes washed and packed and get on another plane. "You alright mate?" Louis asked glancing over at the flustered singer. "I'm just ready to get off." Harry commented. "Oh?" Louis raised a brow. "Why would that be?" Harry paused, did he really want to tell him why he was so eager to leave? "I planned a trip to France, and I want to leave soon." If Louis remembered his trip to Australia to see Harry over the winter he would understand who he was talking about. Louis' mouth widened an little like he understood and didn't press.
 
After Harry rushed to get a taxi to his flat Louis turned and yelled "Before you lot go; I have a plan!"
"Oh god." Liam joked. Louis playfully glared and then said "No, it's a good plan."
"What is it Tommo?" Niall asked casting a glance at the Nando's across from the lift. "We need to get four tickets to Paris, pronto! Like in the next few minutes."
"Why?" Zayn questioned as Louis led them to the service counter. "Very very important reason." He stopped and looked at the older woman behind the counter. "Excuse me? Ma'am, we need the most readily avalible tickets to Paris. Like today?" The woman looked at him and then said "We got a flight leavin' in 'aff an hour. You want that?" He nodded and she asked " 'Ow many?"
"Four and a five for the return trip."
 
Pandora hummed along to the old fashioned jazz that was streaming into the shops open door. The warm late spring air drifted inside, her nimble fingers mended an old dress that was clearly from the fifties. "Pardonnez-moi?" A voice called. She walked to the front and saw someone quite familiar standing there. "Lou!" She laughed walking around the counter to hug him. "Dora! Just as stunning as the last time, if not even more so." He kissed her cheek and pulled her away, holding her at arms length he looked over her. "Louis, your so rude." Liam complained. "Why would that be?"
"You haven't introduced us yet."
 
"This is Liam, Niall, and this last charmer is Zayn." Louis smiled, he saw her eyes search past the others. She was looking for Harry. "He isn't here." Louis said calmly. "Hmm?" She asked looking at him. "Harry isn't here." He stated. Her features fell "But he'll be here tomorrow, that's why we are here."
"What does that even mean?"
"You've got to come to London with us."
"But you said Harry would be here tomorrow." She persisted. "Yes that's why we need to get you back to London tomorrow."
"I don't understand." She finally commented. "Neither do we." Niall agreed.
 
Harry rushed to cram clothes into the washing machine, he knew they would never get clean but he didn't care. As long as they didn't smell like travel and smoke from Zayn. Resting for a moment he opened the fridge and saw there was absolutely nothing. "Okay, pizza it is." He dialed. Plopping down on the sofa he hung up and scrolled to his pictures. Stupid pictures with the lads, food, and finally in a password protected file there were the pictures from his Australian holiday. A picture of Pandora half asleep upside down on the sofa was the first one that made him laugh. He'd almost forgotten how fun that trip had been.
 
"That's kinda cruel Louis." Pandora sigh, Louis looked over and said "How so?" She gave him a look, her hazel eyes twinkling slightly. "Harry was coming all the way here to surprise me and now you're stealing me and taking me to London."
"I quite like the idea." Liam commented. Zayn nodded, Niall wasn't even there anymore. "Where did Niall go?" Liam asked. "Oh, down the street to this bakery."
"He done?" The Irish lilted voice of Niall Horan asked. "Yeah." Pandora said. "Oh oh! Can I have a piece?" She asked looking at the loaf of bread he was holding. Shrugging he ripped her off a piece. "Woo!" She cheered taking a bite from it.
 
"So where is your flat?" Louis asked. "We need to get you some clothes."
"Follow me. But be warned; Felix is rude."
"Who?" Louis asked, becoming slightly wary. "My cat." She stated. "No wonder Hazza likes you." Liam commented. She led them into a back room, pulling a cord it lit up the room. Racks of dresses and a sewing machine filled the room. The strange part was the iron spiral staircase leading up into the unknown. "Come on up." She said as she started ascending the steps. She made her way to the top, Louis entered a naturally lit sitting room. A wall of windows leading to a balcony over looked the city. A hallway ended with a door, and connected to the sitting room was a beautiful kitchen that looked like it was practically from the twenties.
 
Liam gaped, it was brilliant. Suddenly a cat pounced on Niall's head as he sat on the sofa. "Whoa!" He called as he attempted to pry the cat from his head. "Fel!" Pandora yelled and rushed to pull the feline off the poor Irishmen's head. "Bad kitty! Bad!" She scolded as she tossed him across the couch. "You have a beautiful flat." Zayn said looking around. "Thanks! My propriétaire is really sweet."
"Let's go look at your clothes!" Louis said from the hall. "Okay?" She said. He rushed into her room and opened her closet, he saw the hat she had over holiday hanging on a hook on the inside of the door.
 
Harry rocked on his feet as he waited for the call to board his flight. Finally the lady's voice called out his flight number and he walked to the door. Boarding the flight he sat down, he couldn't wait to see her. Was she still the same? Did she look different? He was afraid she might turn him away when he got to her door.
 
"Your sure that you got Harry's favorites?"
"God! Yes, I'm positive."
"Were they they lacy ones that you and Ell bought?" Her face turned a dark shade of pink and she looked away. "So they are." He decided. She stuttered something and then decided "You're mean. I'm gonna go trade with Niall and sit with Zayn, he's nice." She was being childish and silly. Moving to sit next to Zayn she looked at him, he turned his head and smiled at her. "You know something?" He said quietly. "Hmm?" She asked looking at him. "Harry talks about you all the time." He had a small smile on his face. "Oh god, that can't be good." She laughed. He shook his head still smiling and replied "No it's all good."
 
Running up the street Harry rounded the corner, if he moved fast he could escape the madness. A shrill cry worthy of a thousand demons shattered his eardrums. "Harry!" A large group cried. Just like him not to have bodyguards, finally he came to the shop he was looking for. La boîte de Pandore he mentally translated it Pandora's Box. He smiled but that was washed off his face when he saw the note on the door.
Salut! Désolé j'ai manqué vous, je suis parti pour quelques jours en vacances. Veuillez venir encore, merci beaucoup!
Under the note was an English translation.
Hi! Sorry I missed you, I went for a short vacation. Please come again, thank you so much!
 
"Okay, go change! Harry will be back soon! He messaged me and said he was coming back in a few hours, that was like three hours ago though." Louis ushered her into Harry's flat, she quickly located the 'surprise' that Louis had planned and walked off to change. Coming back into the room she blushed "Do I have to?" She whined. "Do you want to surprise him?" She nodded and Lou grinned. "Okay now hold still." He took a large piece of ribbon and tied it in a neat bow around her curvy waist. He smiled and said "Perfect!" With that his phone buzzed. "Harry says he's just leaving Heathrow! Lads! We have to go!" He smiled one last time, kissed her cheek and called "Your gonna do great!" Over his shoulder as he made his leave.

Harry's leg shook impatiently, he was tiered of being on the plane. He just wanted to land so he could go home, get some clothes washed and packed and get on another plane. "You alright mate?" Louis asked glancing over at the flustered singer. "I'm just ready to get off." Harry commented. "Oh?" Louis raised a brow. "Why would that be?" Harry paused, did he really want to tell him why he was so eager to leave? "I planned a trip to France, and I want to leave soon." If Louis remembered his trip to Australia to see Harry over the winter he would understand who he was talking about. Louis' mouth widened an little like he understood and didn't press.
 
After Harry rushed to get a taxi to his flat Louis turned and yelled "Before you lot go; I have a plan!"
"Oh god." Liam joked. Louis playfully glared and then said "No, it's a good plan."
"What is it Tommo?" Niall asked casting a glance at the Nando's across from the lift. "We need to get four tickets to Paris, pronto! Like in the next few minutes."
"Why?" Zayn questioned as Louis led them to the service counter. "Very very important reason." He stopped and looked at the older woman behind the counter. "Excuse me? Ma'am, we need the most readily avalible tickets to Paris. Like today?" The woman looked at him and then said "We got a flight leavin' in 'aff an hour. You want that?" He nodded and she asked " 'Ow many?"
"Four and a five for the return trip."
 
Pandora hummed along to the old fashioned jazz that was streaming into the shops open door. The warm late spring air drifted inside, her nimble fingers mended an old dress that was clearly from the fifties. "Pardonnez-moi?" A voice called. She walked to the front and saw someone quite familiar standing there. "Lou!" She laughed walking around the counter to hug him. "Dora! Just as stunning as the last time, if not even more so." He kissed her cheek and pulled her away, holding her at arms length he looked over her. "Louis, your so rude." Liam complained. "Why would that be?"
"You haven't introduced us yet."
 
"This is Liam, Niall, and this last charmer is Zayn." Louis smiled, he saw her eyes search past the others. She was looking for Harry. "He isn't here." Louis said calmly. "Hmm?" She asked looking at him. "Harry isn't here." He stated. Her features fell "But he'll be here tomorrow, that's why we are here."
"What does that even mean?"
"You've got to come to London with us."
"But you said Harry would be here tomorrow." She persisted. "Yes that's why we need to get you back to London tomorrow."
"I don't understand." She finally commented. "Neither do we." Niall agreed.