i won't { g i v e } up on us . avalynn

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head. Say, I don't mind you under my skin. I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in. AVALYNN<3, 591 WORDS, OUTFIT (MINUS THE HAT) Their story was peculiar if their beginning was considered. Everything started with Tristan, Anthony's twin, and his obsession with Ava. At the time, Anthony was thoroughly off-put by both parties. Tristan was chasing someone who didn't know he existed, and Ava decided to accuse Tony of stalking her on the first day of One Step Too Far. It's funny. Even the name of the project Anthony was working on seemed strangely coincidental looking back. Did that constitute fate? Anthony didn't think so. Fate was a figment of the mind. Fate was the last strand of hope someone used instead of facing the facts. Fate was a dramatic tactic to describe a perfectly ordinary situation. Fate was one word with four letters. In this imperfect tale of Anthony Montgomery and Avalynn Young, each event occurred through human nature. It was Ava, not fate, that blew Anthony off his feet every time she entered a room. And also, it was she who ran through Tony's mind no matter the resistance. Anthony wasn't certain when he had fallen in love with her. From their initial introduction, Ava and Anthony had maintained separate lives. No matter how much time Anthony invested into reminiscing, he could not place his finger on the turning point of everything. One landmark separated the playing field into two: Gwen's wedding. After all, the wedding uplifted roots Tony had planted far beneath the soil. Bianca slapped him across the face with what he believed to be false reality. She insisted Anthony was love with Ava then and there, but he hadn't been. Not yet, anyways. That occurred at sometime between the wedding and the present. People couldn't possibly wake up one day and declare to whom their affections laid. The process was supposed to be gradual, uninterrupted, and contemplative. Maybe the time period itself had been the determining factor. Maybe their time on set, endless taunts, nights out, lazy Sundays shut in, and Ava's spiked drink all contributed to Anthony's new-found "love". Simply waking up that morning and realizing he was scheduled to see Ava pitched his mood above cloud nine. Being that it was Saturday, Anthony was slow to rise from his nocturnal grave. His arms reached out in either direction as he stretched, and a cup of coffee was instantly in order the moment his feet touched down on the chilled carpet of his apartment. An open window in the corner was the culprit. Olive curtains billowed placidly in the morning breeze. Traffic had already bombarded the streets and filled the air with impatient beeps and honks. Everything about Manhattan made New York Anthony's home. About a year ago, Anthony would have never considered the possibility of love and settling down. Now that he felt so strongly for a beautiful woman like Avalynn, the American dream wasn't puzzling anymore. If she packed up her bags and moved to Canada, Anthony honestly didn't think he'd hesitate to follow her. She had cast some powerful witchcraft over him, and around noon, he traveled to her house like he had so many times in the last month. There wasn't a set plan besides spending the day with each other. No titles bound them together, but Anthony hadn't seen anyone else since they began hanging out more. One of these days, he'd find the nerve to ask her to be his. "One of these days" could very well be today if he found the will to take a leap of faith. He started off with a knock. Two knocks, actually. Then he waited. NOTES: i really had no idea what to do with this.

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now i've had the time of my life & i owe it all to you

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 700px;] It had been a while since Ava had really been home. She had been in LA for so long that it seemed to be her home now. She did though, live in New York. It was strange to be back. It was like she had forgotten all about the life she used to live. There were many things that happened while she was in LA for those months; things that were going to make a huge impact on her life. It was so important to her that she remembers all of the things, even if she didn’t exactly feel proud to have done them. She always thought it was prudent to remember and learn from her mistakes. That was her way of gaining her knowledge. She wouldn’t repeat a mistake if she remembered how it felt to have done it. There wasn’t anything really terrible that had happened while she was out there (aside from the drug cup, anyway). Sure, in her heart she regretted sleeping with Jordan, but it had no lasting effect on her and it wasn’t like he had forced her to do so. She certainly would have made it her best effort for him to not have done it if she didn’t want it. The biggest thing was both the best and the worst and it all revolved around the same guy; Anthony Joel Montgomery. She had spent a lot of time with him pretty much since she went to LA. There was a huge ordeal with his twin creeping on her and calling her all sorts of bad names that she knew weren’t accurate. She was no slut and she knew it. She could be a bitch sometimes, but he wasn’t all that nice to her so she certainly wasn’t going to be kind to him. But Anthony was different. He was snarky and sometimes had a tendency to actually come off as an asshole, but he was never sincerely mean (well at least not to her anyway). It had all started out with them just hanging out and she didn’t think she had any feelings at all for him. She had no thoughts of anything happening with him, but then there was the bad incident with her drink getting spiked at a party and he had been the one who was there for her. He found her and helped her. She was still embarrassed and didn’t like to talk about it, but that didn’t stop her from thinking about it. All the time. Every time she thought of Tony she thought of the time that she saw just how caring he could be. Things had been different for them since the incident. They were much softer with each other, you could say. They said more caring things, they seemed to be much more interested in each other’s lives. She knew that it was seeing how caring he could be that helped her to realize the feelings she had for him, and just how strong they were. She hadn’t told him anything about those feelings and honestly she didn’t plan on doing it anytime soon. She was afraid about what he might say. She was afraid he would say no and that he didn’t feel the same at all. She looked around the apartment and sighed. She had spent way too much time getting ready for pretty much nothing. They were just hanging out, but had no real plans. That didn’t stop her from spending a lot of time trying to look her best for him. She jumped up when she heard the knock at the door and threw the door open. “Tony!” She giggled and hugged him. He always made her feel so giddy.

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