Golden Eyed Girl? (Ok, I need a title.)

His smell. She loved his smell. To her, his smell meant comfort, protection, and warmth. They sat on her couch with their fingers intertwined, watching foootball. For them watching football was typical. She had grown up with boys and they were not as willing to play with dolls and dress up in dresses and have tea with teddy bears as she was to learn the aspects if sports. He was intensely watching the game with his eyes following the football, just thrown for a gain of 15 yards. She usually would be watching just as intensely, but her mind was racing. Would tonight be the night? Would he finally kiss her? She couldn't remember the last time she was this nervous. She was sickened just thinking about it. The though of expressing her feelings scared her more than anything. She knew the only thing that would comfort her was talking to him. Something about his voice calmed her.
"Eli?" she asked, her voice was shaking.
"Yes," he answered with his voice full of confidence, the confidence that killed her.
"Your scar," she touched the cresent moon shaped scar on his brow, her free had sent chills down his spine as she touched his brow, "how did you get it?"
"I was uhm..playing football and my helmet hit my head and it split it," he answered, not so confident this time.
That was not the question she had wanted to ask him, but it would suffice.
He felt her cheek with the back of his leather textured hand. "Are you feeling alright? You're colder than normal." Her face instantly turned red and she blushed. He chuckled. "I..uh..Yeah. I am feeling perfect. I just..I am always cold." He grabbed for a blanket and wrapped her in it taking both of her hands in his this time. The fire was burning in the fireplace, she looked into his baby blue eyes and she saw the flames dancing in them, carelessly. She caught herself staring and turned her face back towards the game. She then looked down at her hands in his. She freed one of them and started tracing the veins on the back of his hands.
She looked up at him again. She noticed he was also looking at her.
"Can I keep you?" she questioned.
"For as long as you will keep me," he responded chuckling and giving his famous smile, "just like Casper and Wendy."
"Yes, just like Casper and Wendy," she said while deeply exhailing.

Speakeasy Story. (SOOO OLD)

It was raining out, it was also very cold. The fireplace in my office was the only source of heat in my office. My brown leather chair was heated, but that broke last week before the cold came in. I was sitting there smoking my pipe and Miss Dubose was sitting there fidgeting with her scarf. She thought I was ignoring her, when I was not, I really was observing her. She seemed nervous to be in my office. Being a private detective I see this all the time. I think there is something she is not telling me and I am going to find out just what that is.
“Again, Please ma’am, if you will.”
“Dubose. Please call me Miss Dubose.”
“Yes. Miss Dubose, again now, will you please tell me what you witnessed that night.”
“Well, it was so long ago. I was only in my twenties and I’m nearly eighty now. I will never forget the year though. It was December 16, 1926. I was very sure it was going to be a special night, and it was most definitely a night no one will ever forget. Like I said I was in my late twenties, and most of the people there were also. It was right after the Amendment was passed. Speakeasies were popping up everywhere and if you knew people around town, you would know where the popular ones were. Lucky me, I witnessed three murders, over love, money, and business. The most famous speakeasy was the one under the city. Everyone knew about it not just the rich, but the famous. It wasn’t just a speakeasy though, it was a night club, there was live entertainment, food, and like I said before celebrities. I mean they were harmless fun to us.”
“Harmless fun? You were breaking the law ma’am.”
“But then…you weren’t. I mean yes, the amendment was passed but everyone was doing it and not only that but the cops would come in for a raid and when they saw Clarence, they’d leave, just like that turn around as fast as they came in. You would walk into Clarence’s speakeasy and you would think you were famous, you just couldn’t help it. It took your breath away. It was amazing when you walked it, you’d see the stage and the live band and everyone dressed up and you felt famous, for the night. Clarence would let you stay for as long as you liked. The only problem for finding the speakeasy was it was under a loose floor board in one of his places, but when you opened up the floor board, you as a big hole in the ground. When you jumped in there was a number of chambers and tunnels you had to walk through to find the speakeasy. Most of them led you in circles; Clarence would walk through them every two weeks and look for people who…might not have been so lucky to find the speakeasy.”
“You are kidding aren’t you Miss Dubose?”
“Kidding, about them dying? Why no. If you got lost down there or you lost light, you were a goner; it’s cold and damp down there, there was no hope unless you had connections.”
“I see, Miss Dubose what was your relation the Clarence?”
“Oh there was nothing between us. We were acquaintances, if that.”
“Ma’am, I think there is something you are not telling me.”

Ahhhhh(:

Well..Out with the old, In with the new. I gave him so many chances. SO many. He threw them all away, spit in them like a gum wrapper. So I gave him his last chance and he hasn't texted me back. He asked if we were still talking, I was so mad. After everything he has done? REALLY?! He told me he really wanted to. I told him fine. One more chance. Then he stops texting me and tells me I need to text HIM first? No. That's not how it is going to go. His "last chance" is slowly fading. Especially because I kinda have beeb crushing on another guy..he's everything I want. He has manners, is polite, and texts me first. He is everything I want. He is perfect. He and I love the same sports teams and he is well rounded. I don't think he could or would ever hurt me. He and I are hanging out! He even asked to. I am sooo excited. I haven't felt like this in forever. It's simply perfect.(: I'll update you all along the way!

Stand By Me.

"When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we see
No I won't be afraid
No I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me

And darling, darling stand by me
Oh, now, now, stand by me
Stand by me, stand by me."

This song is what every girl wants. Someone to stand by her and comfort her. Every girl wants it and when they get it, it's not enough. It's crazy. If you have a guy that is willing to like you just as much as you like him, don't want something more, or someone else. Be thankful for your prince charming. Every girl has a prince charming, finding him is the part that drives many girls crazy. No matter what it takes, every girl will find her prince charming and will live happily ever after. Your life may not be a storytale. But with the right friends, family and the RIGHT siginifigant other..it can be close. There will be struggles, but are there not always struggles in storytales? Beauty and the Beast..the Beast knew that he needed to find his one true love for the curse to be broken. Cinderella found her Prince Charming at the ball she wasn't even supposed to attend. Over coming these challenges aew what create the fairytale.

Love, What is Love? Baby, Don't Hurt Me, Don't Hurt Me No More. (What improper grammar!)

Love, What is love? Love can be described as putting someone before yourself. Loving someone above everything. And saying, "I don't care what other people think, you make me feel like no one else and I'm not letting anything or anyone take that away from me." Why must love hurt so much? I cannot stand it. The heartbreak it almost near unbearable. Sometimes, taking a risk for the one you love is the only way to learn more about yourself. Love can be wonderful, awful, and the best experience you can have. Love in high school can be pointless. My friends and I all have unconventional relationships, but we are all happy in them to an extent. We know that someone is there that cares and will never purposely try to hurt us. Sometimes..friends are all you need though..people must know who is worth taking a risk for. I now know that taking this risk is the most stupid thing I can do, but, it is so worth it. He may be some other boy that will break my heart. But right now. I don't care. Him always being there for me is all I need. I do not know how long this will last, but right now, even being in a petty argument with him, is all I can ask for.

Love, please don't hurt me any more.
~J~

(: All Things Vol :)

Ahh. I love The Vols. Eric Berry, Peyton Manning (He will ALWAYS be a Vol), and Wayne Chism. Wayne Chism was at HoundDogs today signing autographs and taking pictures with his fans. I went thinking I would never get in the door, but I got there right after a rush and there were 3 people in the store. :) He was very nice and a good sport for taking a picture and signing my visor. :) He's really quiet. And well..I was starstruck so I didn't say much, suprise. I had a lot of questions to ask him, but they went out the window when I met him. Ha. I thanked him soo much for everything and really was glad to meet past the leader of our basketball team, Screw you Smith. The most important thing I learned was to be thankful for all the great Vols we have leading our sports teams. <3

NO, No, no. NO Newbies.

NO NO NO NO NO. I will not accept. No newbies. We're 6 best friends Kara, GabT, GabV, Meh-gann, Mere, and Me. We will not have a 7th. I don't stand for odd numbers. She says she wants to hang out with us, we all know what she wants. First she wants to be our "friends" then she goes for our guys. No, no no. We're the SIX best friends that anyone could have. SIX not seven. SIX. No, call me unwelcoming. Whatever. I'm protective of my friends, ALL of them. No this will not do. Never. Ugh. every single time. More to write later. Gotta process.