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I wanted to post this, so I could see what my friends thought of my writing.
Probably my worst writing yet, but oh well.
Con.Crit, if you're going to leave any please :]
[[This is a Joel/Tony slash]]
Watching you onstage, working the crowd into a screaming, jumping frenzy, could make my day better no matter what had happened.
I loved watching your electric blue eyes search for me in the crowd. You wouldn't stop looking until you found me, either.
I always said God must have made you especially for me, and you would always reply that "Of course he did. Nothing this perfect could be made BUT from God."
I'd call you a smartass, but secretly, I agreed.
I hated when you would flirt with other boys in front of me. Everytime I saw a tattooed arm around you that wasn't mind, just made me want to rip it off. I was one of those "jealous" types. I could never pull off the same thing for you. No (other) boys caught my interest.
I miss your unexpected visits to the studio when I was working. I always thought you were my inspiration.
Holding your hand was my favorite thing about being able to touch you. Simple touches meant so much more to me.
You would always ask me why I was so argumentative, but I could never tell you that the make-up part of our fights was the reason. I just loved the way you would kiss me after a fight. After you had forgiven me, but were still a little angry. Aggressive Tony was hotter in my opinion.
Not hearing you make up silly nicknames for me makes me wish things could have been different. I still remember your favorite. "Joely-Moley" in all it's un-originality.
Walking into my house just doesn't appeal to me anymore. Not having your clothes thrown everywhere makes it look so bare. I tried throwing mine around, but it just seemed desperate, and it wasn't the same feeling.
Memories are with me in everything I do. I can't drink orange juice without thinking about my nagging at you for drinking out of the carton. Everyone was right. I was the girl in the relationship. You loved it though.
My eyes still follow every bleached blond head I see. I'm constantly wondering if one of these days I'll see your face to go with it. One can dream, can't he?
You made me so happy. I don't think I've laughed as much as I did with you.
Not even Benji can get me to smile like you did.
I still love you so much, Tone.
And the sad thing is...
You'll never know.
Probably my worst writing yet, but oh well.
Con.Crit, if you're going to leave any please :]
[[This is a Joel/Tony slash]]
Watching you onstage, working the crowd into a screaming, jumping frenzy, could make my day better no matter what had happened.
I loved watching your electric blue eyes search for me in the crowd. You wouldn't stop looking until you found me, either.
I always said God must have made you especially for me, and you would always reply that "Of course he did. Nothing this perfect could be made BUT from God."
I'd call you a smartass, but secretly, I agreed.
I hated when you would flirt with other boys in front of me. Everytime I saw a tattooed arm around you that wasn't mind, just made me want to rip it off. I was one of those "jealous" types. I could never pull off the same thing for you. No (other) boys caught my interest.
I miss your unexpected visits to the studio when I was working. I always thought you were my inspiration.
Holding your hand was my favorite thing about being able to touch you. Simple touches meant so much more to me.
You would always ask me why I was so argumentative, but I could never tell you that the make-up part of our fights was the reason. I just loved the way you would kiss me after a fight. After you had forgiven me, but were still a little angry. Aggressive Tony was hotter in my opinion.
Not hearing you make up silly nicknames for me makes me wish things could have been different. I still remember your favorite. "Joely-Moley" in all it's un-originality.
Walking into my house just doesn't appeal to me anymore. Not having your clothes thrown everywhere makes it look so bare. I tried throwing mine around, but it just seemed desperate, and it wasn't the same feeling.
Memories are with me in everything I do. I can't drink orange juice without thinking about my nagging at you for drinking out of the carton. Everyone was right. I was the girl in the relationship. You loved it though.
My eyes still follow every bleached blond head I see. I'm constantly wondering if one of these days I'll see your face to go with it. One can dream, can't he?
You made me so happy. I don't think I've laughed as much as I did with you.
Not even Benji can get me to smile like you did.
I still love you so much, Tone.
And the sad thing is...
You'll never know.