[Popstar Confessions]

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Hey Ya'll
I'm moving to Texas.
 

okay no, but I wish...
sorry this is kind of terrible, but im in biology class, so dont be too hard on me ;)
 

follow me on twitter?
 
www.twitter.com/abbylouisee
 
comment your twitter name!
 
xoxoxox

check out the notes in the last set.
please?
hahahaha <3
 
Oh Joe, you slay me.
All in favor of another photoshoot like this say "I".

seriously, I'm extremely confused.
 
It's like I'm trying to ride a bike after three summers of not riding one. You know what I mean? No one forgets how to ride a bike, but I'm a little rusty..
 
Do you guys want to link me to your all time, recent favorite sets?
What about some groups I should join?
thanks in advance ;)
 
PS: i'm in that picture, but Nick's nose is blocking most of my face.
true story
 
xoxoxo

of course you do.
kidding.....
 
Anyway, i havent been back here since September, and I miss it.
 
First off, I want to apologize for stopping On Tour. I got so far behind and highschool kept (and is still keeping) me extremely busy and I couldnt stick to a schedule like i liked to. Situations changed, and inspiration was lost for a while. One again, I am SO incredibly sorry to my readers.
 
So polyvore is cool now? We have a rotate button and we can crop, right here on the website. And this new layout is sickk. Crazy like whoa. Blame alex noyes for the vocabulary used in this paragraph.
 
And thanks to Lily (lily used to be that girl or something, haha) and Kara (not even going to try to remember her username..karagail?) for reminding me why I came here in the first place.
 
So maybe I'm back, when I can be.
 
Get to know me here---> www.twitter.com/abbylouisee
 
It's been a whirlwind, I'm just here for the ride.

aw nicky:(
 

 

 

 

even though he was just acting, this makes me sad..

well i think they make me feel special:)
 
i have goemetry homework:(
 

***0H ST0RY TiME***
okay so i came home today and fell asleep for like 4 hours and i had a dream:)
i the dream me and my frannss were sitting at school in our cafeteria and all of a sudden all these girls started runnigntoward the door and screaming. so i look over and lo and behold mr. nicky jay is standing right there. so i run over but then i forget my camera so i run back then cant find my camera so then i run back again to nick but that didnt turn out so well. i go to an all girls high school and in the dream, they were all jonas fans. so..... as we were runnig i fell and got trampled:( ahaha but dream nick looked at me and smiled like right before i got dream trampled and woke up so it was all goood:)

September 16, 2008
 
I love flying. I love airports and luggage claims and little snacks flight attendants give you. What I don’t like, is sitting next to aggravated and sleep deprived businessmen who should be spending more time with their families.
 
“No Steven, I need that presentation sent three hours before the deadline!” The man sitting next to me practically screamed. Boo first class, you suck.
 
I buried my head deeper into my pillow and tried to ignore the angry voices around me. Belles had slept the whole fight and was snoring softly next to me. Half an hour, I still had thirty minutes of this. We were flying to Los Angeles for Nick’s birthday, spending the night at the Jonas’, then flying home tomorrow night. We were spending the evening in the Dodgers stadium, which they rented out for the night. Those boys sure knew how to throw a party. Coach K and Maya were meeting us at LAX and from there, Coach K was dropping us off so we could pick up my present for Nick.

I hopped off the plane at LAX with a dream and my cardigan. (A/N ha sorry I had to) Searching the crowd for a familiar face, I forgot how much of a zoo LA could be. I heard about four different languages around me, tired paparazzi, and some more businessmen and women. Annabelle was shuffling tiredly behind
 
“Sara!” A familiar voice called my name. I whipped my head around to find Maya and Coach K with open arms.
 

[[[[[[He has the kind of voice you could sleep in; smooth, sweet, and soft-spoken. The kind of voice you would be happy to drown in. ]]]]]
 
“I hear him!” I whisper shouted at Maya. We were trying to get Nick’s present up the stairs so we could wrap it before the boys got home. So far the plan wasn’t working out.
 
“Belles, go distract them! And send Joe to help us!” I snapped at Annabelle, who was pretending to help while she was texting who knows. Probably Luke, considering we couldn’t really tell people where we were going.
 
“Yeah, I’m on it.” She said, rubbing her eyes and running her fingers through her hair, shaking it out.
 
“What are you doing?!” Maya whispered, her voice cracking.
 
“Oh, you’ll see.” Annabelle scurried down the steps and disappeared around the corner into the kitchen. Maya and I stopped trying to get it up the stairs and listened.
 
“Annabelle?” We heard Nick’s voice call from the kitchen. My stomach filled with butterflies.
 
“Oh Nick! I haven’t seen you in sooo long! Wow, I feel really dizzy, Joe would you please walk upstairs and get me my headache medicine?”
 
“Uh, yeah, sure Annabelle. Nice to see you too?” Joe said.
 
“No Joe, use the OTHER staircase. Those are broken.”
 
“Uh-huh.” Joe turned the corner, and we silently motioned him up before he could say anything. He wiggled around me, giving me a quick hug before grabbing the box.
 
“I’ll get it Annabelle, I have to go upstairs anyways.” Nick butted in and we all froze, praying Annabelle had it covered.

“Oh! No Nick! You can’t”
 
“Why not?”
 
There was silence for a moment; all I could hear was Joe’s steady breathing beside me. I met Maya’s frantic eyes, both of us holding our breath. We heard a pained and over exaggerated sigh, the sound of someone getting the air knocked out of them, and a loud “thud” against the kitchen floor. Joe helped us push the gift into Maya’s room and cover it with a blanket.
 
We all walked into the kitchen to find Annabelle sitting on the ground wrapped around Nick’s leg while he was gently trying to shake her off.
 
“I just….missed..you so-ohoh-oh mucchhh.!” Annabelle tried to squeeze out between fake sobs and gasps.
 
“Uh. Belles?” I said from the doorway. She looked up, let go of Nick’s leg and stood up quickly. We watched her as she brushed herself off, and casually leaned against the counter.
 
“Alright “No PDA Boy” give me a hug.” I said stepping forward into Nick. He snaked his arms around my waist and I was home.
 
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alrightyy.
here you go:)
what do you think sara got him?
 
comments please?

August 26, 2008
 
“You ready?” Luke asked.
 
“Yeah be right down.”
 
I quickly shoved the rest of my notebooks into my backpack and tried my best to zip it up. Grabbing my purse that was sitting on my dresser, I caught I glimpse of myself in the mirror. My hair was pulled back in a loose bun and my new necklace shone against my fair skin. The necklace Nick gave me four days ago. I moved the clasp away from the delicate sterling silver “S.” It had been four days since I last talked to the boys. Four days since the robin’s egg blue box appeared on my pillow.
 
“Got that in the mail today.” My dad had said when I walked into the kitchen holding the box and the note.
 
[[Dear Sara,
Good luck at your first day of school. Our schedules get more and more packed every day, but we will always have time for you. Think of us when you are walking down the halls. You’re what I go to school for.
Love, Nick]]
 
My phone rang again and I fumbled out of my flashback trying to answer it. Before I could say hello Annabelle’s annoyed voice rang in my ears.
 
“You’re going to miss your first day of school!” Annabelle’s voice boomed from the other end.
 
“Yeah, yeah I’m coming. I’m coming.” I quickly hung up on her and typed in my password, making sure my phone locked. If the numbers I have stored in my phone got out, there would be hell to pay. I kissed my dad on the cheek and made my way outside to Luke’s car.
 
School is terrifying. There were so many new faces, so many new teachers, and so many things just waiting to go wrong. Annabelle sat across the room from me in homeroom, because we were in alphabetical order. My teacher is nice. She’s young with fair blond hair, has two younger kids, and has good taste in shoes. Homeroom was extended this morning, so we could all do some quick icebreakers. Everyone had to say their name and what they did this summer.
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“You ready Essie?”
 
“Yeah, almost dad.” I shoved the last of my belongings into my last bag and fumbled with the zipper. I was shaking. It had been six months. Six months is a long time. People can change in six months. People do change in six months.
 
We pulled up to the arena in Toronto. My dad paid the taxi driver as I loaded my bags out of the backseat.
“There she is” My dad said, referring to our home away from home.
 
I walked in, touching the instruments, running my fingers over the keys, patting lightly on the drums, and stopping in front of my bunk. I chucked both my pillow and blankets on the lower bed and left my bags in the narrow hall.
 
MK: You here yet?
Me: Maya! I’m so pumped, where are you??
MK: on the stage, come in
Me: meet me backstage
MK: left entrance, you’ll see it
Me: 5 mins
 
I was never very good at texting with a keyboard. I had just got my sidekick a month ago and constantly needed to look at the little keyboard buttons while I texted. I was so caught up in the message that I didn’t hear footsteps coming down the hall toward me. I didn’t hear the faint conversation carried on between a teenage rock star and a stage producer. I didn’t see the back of a sweat glistened shoulder of one of my best friends, that is, until it hit me in the face.
 
“Oh, I’m sor-Sara?”
 
“Joe!” I heard my phone hit the hard floor before his arms wrapped quickly around me.
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“Um, hold on, Sara?” The teacher called, ripping me from my daydream.
 
“Yeah, I’m Sara.”
 
“It’s your turn, what did you do over the summer?”
 
{{I went on tour AGAIN with The Jonas Brothers; maybe you’ve heard of them. I partied with Disney stars and had dinner with Taylor Swift. I went on shopping sprees with Miley Cyrus and slept over Demi Lovato’s. I traveled by tour bus and private jet to 48 out of 50 states. I went to the Bahamas. I played guitar in front of 20,000 people. I’m currently dating Nick Jonas.}}
 
“Oh, I just hung out with friends this summer.” This was pretty true. “Nothing that exciting, really.” Okay, lie. I glanced across the room to see Annabelle roll her eyes. I stuck my tongue at her when I knew the teacher wasn’t looking.
 
“Well, that’s always fun.” My homeroom teacher, Mrs. Fitz, said. She flashed me that sickly sweet ‘I’m sorry your family is broken and you don’t get to go on vacation,’ sympathy smile. Pshh.
 

 

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okay you have to pay attention to the dates and flashbacks and stuff considering im like a year behind :/
haha anyways...
tell me what you think
lets crank out some comments on this one so i can feel good about posting the next one:)

okay i have two chapters.
 
anyone want them?
comment:)
 
im sweaty:( its hot in my house, and it raining.
 
MAKE SOME NOYESSS.
 

 

 

oh and does anyone want to make a set using the pic in the back?