kolakubecanttbearsed
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Post by kolakubecanttbearsed on Mar 30, 2004 4:58:31 GMT -5
Hmmm, there is a possiblitity that my friend could re join me, I dunno
hopefully there will be more before the end of the week. Whoever writes it!
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Post by juice on Mar 30, 2004 7:48:48 GMT -5
ATTENTION every one i am the boss of this site i was the one that made this site u dont like the way i run it then u can get out. right i love busted so much i want them in my room i want Busted every thin plze reply
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Post by Denz on Mar 30, 2004 9:05:12 GMT -5
Erm, sorry mate, but you are NOT the boss *hopes* of this site... You do not run it... And unless we wan't to, none of us are getting out
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Post by Matt's_Muffin! on Mar 30, 2004 10:01:26 GMT -5
Yeh wot she sed /\ and dnt we all wont Busted in our rooms!! Cant wait 2 hear the end!! kool kool!! My computer is f**ked up aswell I coodnt get on the internet yesterday and it keeps turning on by itself!! scary!!
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Post by KimBob on Mar 30, 2004 12:06:04 GMT -5
ATTENTION every one i am the boss of this site i was the one that made this site u dont like the way i run it then u can get out. right i love busted so much i want them in my room i want Busted every thin plze reply Uh, okay. One little comment there: Last time I checked, Clazz was the boss of this site, so my point being; SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT BEING THE BOSS, OKAY? Thank you.
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Post by Kolakube on Mar 30, 2004 12:58:51 GMT -5
hmmmm, *puts protective armour on for fear of being bombarded with hate*
basically, what I think we have here is a troll, this isn't really offensive to whoever this person is but anyway. For those of you who don't know, A troll is basically someone who posts consistently on a message board without really having anything that is really worth saying. We had them on another board i was on about something else. some trolls can be really hurtful but others like (busted in this case) but just trash post random crap which is no use to anyone.
*hides away so no hate can reach her and continues writing this fan fic - and thinking of a name for it like she has been for the past month.*
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Post by Denz on Mar 30, 2004 14:23:44 GMT -5
*hopes she isnt a troll*
But anyway Kolakube, it was a v.good point ;D ;D ;D
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Post by KimBob on Mar 30, 2004 14:49:05 GMT -5
Yes, it sure was! True, really, honestly true. And yuo'll think of name, Kola, you will, trust me. If you don't just name it 'untiteled', like Mizz and I have done two times ;D
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Post by Kolakube on Mar 31, 2004 12:59:56 GMT -5
OMG I've worked my arse off tonight to do all of this!!!! Still some more to do though!!!!
Enjoy!!!
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Post by Kolakube on Mar 31, 2004 13:01:27 GMT -5
When I woke up the next morning, I had a banging headache. When I rolled over in bed, I saw that 1) Matt was lying next to me, and 2) I was in his room. When I looked under the covers, I saw that I was completely naked. I looked over at Matt and saw he was aswell. I paused before having a sneaky peek at his body. No-one was watching so what harm could it do? I noticed all of his body was pretty well toned, but I looked away before he woke up. I quickly leant down and picked my clothes up off of the floor, throwing them on hap hazzardly, looking at Matt every now and again, to check he didn't wake up. As I pulled my t-shirt over my head, I stood up, and tip-toed to the door. As I put my hand an the handle, I heard a voice behind me. "Going somewhere?" it asked cheekily. I turned to see Matt looking at me sleepily with a cheeky smile plastered over his face. "What are you doing in here anyway?" he looked under the cover and then looked back at me with a look of sheer horror on his face. "Why am I naked? Were you naked? Did we have sex? What happened last night?" he asked, all in one go. I laughed nervously. "Um, dunno, dunno, dunno, dunno and er..... dunno!" I said leaving the room. "Here come the love birds!" shouted James from the kitchen. I froze. "What do you mean?" I panicked. He walked over to me and sat down on the sofa. "Well last night," he replied, smiling. "What happened last night?" I asked nervously. Matt appeared behind me in a t-shirt, and some boxers. "You mean you don't remember?" asked James, his eyes lighting up. I shook my head. He turned to Matt. "Do you?" Matt shook his head as well. James giggled. "Man, this is sooo good!" he laughed, clutching his side. I walked over to him and grabbed him by the throat, making him stop dead. "James, no games, this is serious," I said, irately. He frowned. "Now tell us what you remember," I said, sitting next to him. Matt sat on his other side. James looked at each of us and started his story. "Basically, you two were pissing about with the ice cream when I came in the room. Then you sort of stopped but Matt kept kissing the back of your neck, then eventually, you let him kiss you full on, which sort of shocked me. Then I told you to get a room, so Matt took you into his. The next thing I heard was you shouting Matt's name at the top of your voice." he said looking at me. "So are you trying to tell me that I shagged Matt?" I asked, hoping he would say no. No such luck. He nodded his head. Suddenly, a million questions flooded into my head. What if I had actually slept with Matt? What if we'd been so drunk, we hadn't used protection? What if I was pregnant? I shook them to the back of my head and stood up. "What time do we have to be at this photo shoot?" I asked, running a hand through my hair. "11 o clock," shouted James, as I walked absent mindedly into my bedroom.
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At about 12 o clock that afternoon, we had finally had all of our make up done, and were now just waiting for the stylist to turn up. It was surprising how long it took to do make up for three people. While we were getting ready, I stayed pretty silent, playing the previous nights events through in my head, hoping that I'd finally be able to answer all the questions I was asking myself. Matt had been pretty subdued as well, but he was still mucking about with James. I was sure that, the way we were acting, the reporters would say that we all hated each other, before we'd even started. I laughed at one of James' Jim Carrey impressions, to show that I was actually on this planet. A man quickly stumbled through the doors to the studio, trailing a clothes rail behind him. "Guys I am so sorry I'm late," he apologized, walking over to the small group of people on the other side of the room. The photographer greeted him. "No problem, these are the guys we need you to dress," he said, pointing us. "This is James, this is Matt and this is Emma," he said as he reached me. The stylist gasped. "Oh my god, I have the perfect outfit for you!" he said excitedly, sorting through the rack of clothes. Eventually he pulled out a Lime green mini dress, which had a orange sash around it. "I have some fishnets and some boots, they'd go great together." he said holding the dress up. I frowned and pulled a face.I looked at James and oticed he had pretty much the same expression that I had. I turned back to the stylist. "Look, I'm really sorry, but I really think that is disgusting," the stylist looked heartbroken. "Well it's really not my style. It's too retro." "Well, we could make it your style. Every celebrity has their own style," he almost pleaded. "Yeah and I'm not a celebrity. I'm not trying to be difficult, but I really don't like it." "Yeah but like I said, you need some sort of style." "Yeah and I make my own style. I always have done, and I'm not going to let some little photo shoot change that." " Honestly mate, that dress is disgusting, it shouldn't be allowed to see the light of day." came a voice from behind me. I turned to see Matt standing up and scowling at the man. "It's very fashionable at the moment, all guys love this style on girls, they think it's sexy." said the stylist, matter of factly. "I'm a guy, I don't like it." Matt, shot back. "I really don't want to be sexy. I just want to play music and be myself." I commented. "You're sexy as you are," replied Matt. I shot him a look and he turned bright red. " I didn't mean it like that, I mean that guys will find you sexy as you are. I don't fancy you or anything, you're one of my mates." Something inside twinged as I realised that Matt had called me a mate. The stylist sighed, giving up. "Look I don't want to fight with you. I just got asked to come here. I have some jeans and t-shirts if you wanna look through them?" he said, signalling to the rack. I nodded gratefully and slowly sifted through the clothes. After the photo shoot, we had to have a quick interview so the reporter could write some details about us. She put a dictaphone on the table and smiled at us. "Right this shouldn't take long, I just need some quick facts." she smiled. We all nodded. "Right, so how did you get together?" We all sort of looked at each other, not really knowing who was going to speak. James rolled his eyes and turned back to the lady. "Me and Matt met through our manager, then we held auditions and Emma was the last person we saw" he replied. The lady nodded, making short hand notes on a pad. "How old are you all?" she questioned, looking up. "Well, I'm 18, James has just turned 18 in the last couple of months, and Emma's the baby 'cos she's only just 16." said Matt looking at me and then at the lady. "No, I'm at least 16 and a half, you make it sound like I was 16 last week!" I objected. The lady looked up and smiled directly at me. "So how do you find being in a band with two boys? Is it stressful? Fun?" she asked, pen poised. "Well, to begin with, it was a bit daunting, because they were both boys and they were both quite a bit older than me, but now it's cool. We all live together so we all know each other really well. It's great fun!" I said, smiling at Matt and James. " Do you fall out from time to time? Y'know, living in each others pockets?" she asked, with a slightly evil grin. I sighed. We might as well tell her the truth. People would only find out through juicy scandals otherwise. That was, if we ever made it. "Me and Matt totally didn't see eye to eye to begin with. We'd have blazing rows and fight and stuff like that. I felt sorry for James actually, having to put up with it." Matt nodded in areement. "We just disagreed on loads of things, plus I was a complete arse to her, my friend auditioned you see, so I wanted him in the band instead of her so I sort of tried to bully her into leaving. But it's all fine now and we get along great." he said smiling. "How did you make up?" I felt something drag inside of me. We got drunk and ended up in bed together wasn't the best answer to that question, even if we explained that we didn't do anything. I could see that Matt had trouble coming up with an answer as well. Eventually James butted in. "I spoke to them separately and then they sorted out their differences together. It's great now that they get on, because we don't have rows over bum notes when we're practising, like we used to," he remarked, looking at Matt and playfully scowling. I heaved a sigh of relieve, but deep down inside, I knew that, if we hit the big time, everything between me and Matt would come out someday, somehow.
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Post by Kolakube on Mar 31, 2004 13:02:16 GMT -5
When we got home that night,at about 8 o clock, I desperately wanted to talk to Matt alone. I just wanted us to try and sort out what was going on between us. I knew that if I woke up beside him once more, inwardly, I'd die. I knew that I'd find it too hard to start the conversation, so had to think of another way. James decided to piss of home for a couple of days to see his family, conveniently for me, although later on, I realised that it must have been done on purpose. I looked around the room, trying to find something that would guarentee to get us talking. My eyes fell on the bottles of beer on the side. "Do you want a drink?" I asked Matt, who was randomly watching TV. "Yeah, I'll have some of that beer." he said, without moving his gaze from the screen. I got up and went and opened a bottle. I knew that I couldn't get drunk but I had to make it look like I had the intention to. I grabbed an Orange Bacardi Breezer from the fridge, and promised myself that I'd drink it really slowly. I went and sat next to Matt, waiting for the drink to do it's job. It wasn't until about 10:30, that I started to notice Matt slurring his words. "Emma, whysyooustillgot the same drink?" he mumbled. "It's not the same drink, it's a different one," I lied. "Oh dats goooooood, then we can get piiiiiissed together," he stuttered, falling onto me and letting his arm fall around my back. "Yeah, right," I said, slightly uncomfortably. Matt leant forward and tried to kiss me but I pushed him away. "No Matt, Don't" I shouted, before calming down slightly and looking down at his head in my lap. About 15 minutes later, I heard him snoring. I softly stroked his hair and sighed. Now, I really had to get this off my chest. I'd have no other chance. "You know Matt," I started outloud, checking that he really was asleep, "I really don't get this thing with you. When we're sober we hardly talk to each other but when we're drunk, we can't get enough of each other. It's almost like our brains are telling us one thing but our hearts are telling us another. And do you know what? Right now, my heart is telling me, that deep down, behind everything, I love you and that you and me are meant to be." I cringed at the cheesyness but carried on. " You see, from the first moment I saw you, I felt something that I'd never felt before. I think right then that I fancied you, but the way you were looking me up and down, my brain told me to hate you and your arrogance. Deep down inside, I hurt. Hurt because of the way you spoke to me, hurt because I'd missed out on my dream, and as stupid as it sounds, hurt because I thought I'd never see you again. Just as I'd managed to put it all to the back of my mind, you and James turned up and told me I'd got in. At that moment I felt all my feelings come rushing back again. At that time, I thought it was James I really fancied, but looking back on it, I can tell that you've always been the one I've wanted." I felt my eyes fill up with tears, but tried to ignore them. "When you were nasty and horrible to me, my heart broke. I hated myself for liking you, after you'd made it so clear that you didn't like me, let alone in the way I liked you. When you kept taking the mickey out of me for getting bits wrong, I practised, not for me, but for you. I wanted to make you happy, I wanted to make you realise that I wasn't just some stupid girl. I really couldn't take it any more. I told James I was leaving, partly because I couldn't hack all the mouth I was getting off of you but mostly because I wanted to get away from you so I could forget you forever and move on with my life. James forced me to stay and I did. When I saw you with your girlfriend that day, jealousy kicked in. I thought, 'If I can't have him, why should she?' That's why I kept interrupting you. When you stormed into my room, I was actually happy, that I'd got your attention, but it felt wrong doing it the way I had. When you told me you split up with her, I cried inwardly. I'd fucked up your life because of my petty jealousy, but I still wanted you so much. I'm not like a stalker or anything. I'm not obsessed with you, I'm just head over heels in love." It was at this point, I let all my tears spill freely. "When we made up I was so happy, I thought that maybe we could start over and then, when I became friends with you, I could start to look at you with out wanting to kiss you. Although I don't remember much of the other night, when I woke up in the morning, I was happy that it was you and not some random stranger beside me, but I was still upset that there was a chance I had wrecked our friendship. It was at that point I finally thought I was over you, but just today, I've had all of my feelings for you rush back in one tangled, stupid mess. I love you Matt, with all of my heart, and I just hope that one day, I can put all of my feelings for you aside and find someone who I can settle down with. Although my hearts telling me otherwise, My brains telling me I can't have you, and I know it's right." I looked down at Matt. He was still sleeping peacefully. I wiped the tears from my eyes and kissed him lovingly on the head. I then slowly slid out from under his head and replaced my lap with a pillow. With one final look, I switched the light off and disappeared into my room, hoping that now, everything was sorted out.
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Post by SuZiE-jO-bEe on Mar 31, 2004 15:22:19 GMT -5
tis v gd beta than anythin i cud do
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Post by Kolakube on Apr 1, 2004 6:00:08 GMT -5
I'm gonna do more tonight but i'm stuck on how I'm gonna write it. I need loads of feedback!!!!
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Post by SuZiE-jO-bEe on Apr 1, 2004 9:45:47 GMT -5
hmmmmmmmm wot kinda feed bk
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Post by Kolakube on Apr 1, 2004 13:18:56 GMT -5
The next morning I stood in the kitchen, happily making myself a cup of tea. I was whistling a random tune to myself. Now I had all my thoughts and feelings off of my chest, I couldn't be happier. I opened the cupboard and reached up to get my mug down when a pair of stone cold hands clamped around my waist. I jumped and turned to see Matt grinning at me. "Ha ha! Made you jump!" he laughed, reaching up and getting himself a mug. "Yeah, hilarious Matt, absolutely hilarious, I replied, slightly narked. "Oooooooh what's up with you this morning grumpy?" he replied sarcastically. I shrugged and went back to making a cup of tea. "What are you doing today then?" he asked. I looked at him, slightly shocked. "Nothing much, Why?" I said as stirred the contents of my mug. Now it was his turn to shrug. "No reason, It's just, if we're not doing anything, then maybe we can just dos about together. Y'know, get to know each other. We didn't exactly get off of the right foot. It'll be cool," he said, following me over to the sofa. I thought about it. This was completely out of character for Matt, there had to be something that he wanted. As I had no proof, I decided to go along with it. "Yeah, sounds like fun. Although I do need to go shopping later. I need some new clothes," I said as I switched the TV on. "Cool I'll come too," I frowned and looked at him. "You really do't need to do that," I said as he turned and smiled at me. "I know I don't, but I want to. I want to spend more time with you. I hate myself for everything I did to you to start with, You must have felt so down. I really regret taking the mickey out of you when you played stuff wrong, You're really good, but you still practised. I doubt you practised for yourself. Maybe you practised for me." he said solemnly. I turned to see him smirking. Okay, maybe it was just coincidence that I'd said stuff along those lines the night before. He couldn't have heard me, Could He? I couldn't ask him straight out, because if he hadn't heard me, then I'd look like an idiot. "What are you going on about?" I asked, hoping that he'd just make some random excuse. "I was just thinking, wouldn't it be hilarious if like I was being horrible to you all these months and you actually fancied me." he laughed.I suddenly felt a bolt of fear through me. He carried on. "I mean you know they say guys are only horrible to you if they fancy you," "Yeah It's absolute bullshit," I said, still hoping that this was all one freaky coincidence. "Not always, but the majority of the time it is," he laughed. "Seriously though, wouldn't it be weird if you did fancy me," I fidgeted slightly. "Yeah, well don't flatter yourself Matt. You're hardly god's gift to women," I laughed nervously, shifting my body away from his. He shifted up to me again. "Yeah, well I'm not flattering myself. I just happen to know that some girls find me irresistable." he smirked. Damn, now I was certain that he knew. "Oh yeah, well name me one." "That would be telling." he laughed, poking me in the stomach. "The thing is, I don't want to be god's gift to women. I don't want to wake up in the mornings with girls who I've drunkenly chatted up and declared my love for. I want to wake up with a girl who loves me for who I am, and someone who finds me incredibly special. I want someone who I can say is mine." "What so you're giving up all your man whore ways?" I smirked. He hit me lightly in the arm. "I'm not a man whore! And I'm not saying that I want to turn all slushy and romantic. I just want to find someone who's special to me, and doesn't want me to change." he said looking deep into my eyes. I gulped. "Oh, well have you got anyone in mind at the moment?" I asked, praying that he'd say no and we'd move onto another subject. "Well there is one person, wanna know about her?" he asked, his eyes lighting up. I nodded. I might as well know what type of girl he goes for. That way I'd know where I'd gone wrong. He smiled, before starting his story. "Well, this girl, she's not really like any other girl I've ever met. She's not vain, she doesn't spend hours getting dressed in the mornings, but she still manages to look great, well, at least I think so. She has a great personality, and a great sense of humour. She never really lets anything bother her on the outside, although on the inside you can tell she's really hurt by nasty comments. She gives as good as she gets in an arguement and sometimes finds it hard to back down. You see, I like a girl who stands up for what she believes in. She's amazingly kid hearted and I really didn't show her my real feelings when I met her. You see, when I saw her for the first time, I was so nasty to her, you would not believe. Everything she did was wrong, even though on the inside, I didn't really want her to change." I smiled. Maybe Matt was horrible to all of the girls that he met, maybe he actually didn't hate me. "I had a girlfriend you see, I thought that if I treated this girl like shit, I'd lose all of my feelings for her. No such luck, they actually ended up getting stronger.I'd cheated on girls before and I didn't really fancy doing it again. As time wore on, I thought that the bad start would iron itself out, but it went on for months, getting worse and worse, until eventually we had the mother of all arguements. After that we put our differences aside and now we get on fine." he said smiling. "Does this girl know all of this? Well at least how you feel? " I asked. Matt smiled. "Yeah, I think she has a pretty good idea by now. I've made my feelings pretty obvious." he said grinning at me. "Do I know her? It is one of your mates?" I asked. I really wanted to know who he was this wrapped up in. I knew I'd love to be in her shoes. "Well yeah, I'd consider her as a mate. And yeah, you know her better than anyone." he smirked. "Who, Aesha?" I asked, shocked. He laughed. "Are you just playing dumb with me on purpose or do you really not know?" he asked, looking straight into my eyes. "I don't know, honestly," I said laughing. Jesus, I must be really dumb. "Well I'll make it clearer for you then," he said moving closer to me. So close that I could feel his breath on my cheek. I shivered inside. He slowly planted a soft kiss on my cheek. "You got it yet?" he asked cheekily as he pulled away. I nodded. "Crystal clear!" I said happily. "Did you hear me last night or something?" I asked smiling. "Uh, yeah, every word. When I knew for sure that you liked me. I knew it was time to confess exactly how I felt." I smiled and kissed him quickly on the lips, before getting up and going into my room. "Oh and Emma," he said as I reached my door. "Uh huh" "Next time you want to confess your undying love for me, try not to get me drunk first. I have hardly any brain cells left to kill!" he said smiling. I smiled back and disappeared my room, knowing that I had now virtually got the one thing in life that I truly wanted.
Sorted!!!!! Still more to come!!!! Oh yeah, and after a long discussion in maths today with my friend, i've decided it's gonna be called Tempting Fate
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