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	      <title><![CDATA[Ashlee and Pete Engaged!!!]]></title>
	      <link>http://jacpwnsblack.buzznet.com/user/journal/2165611/ashlee-pete-engaged/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P>OMG! As wierd as it sounds, I'm happy for them!</P>
<P>I mean, it was about time. Pete could be my dad haha xD</P>
<P>There's like so many thigs buzzing around my head. It was so... unexpected!</P>
<P>I always knew they would get engaged or something. Yay!</P>
<P>Now you tell me what you think about this...</P>
<P>P.S. I think a lot of fan will be pissed off. If you're one of them: Please don't! It's their life, not yours.</P>]]></description>
		  		  	<category>pete wentz ashlee simpson engaged omg wow</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>jacpwnsblack</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-04-09T19:45:55Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Thrown Stones At Glass Hearts 1]]></title>
	      <link>http://jacpwnsblack.buzznet.com/user/journal/2157761/thrown-stones-glass-hearts-1/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P><FONT color=#3333ff>Note: </FONT><FONT color=#000000>I didn't make up the title, Brittany [ilovebdenurie] did. She's a genius I know!</FONT></P>
<P><STRONG><U></U></STRONG>&nbsp;</P>
<P><STRONG><U>Chapter 1</U></STRONG></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US">I looked out the window to see a cloudless day in <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:place w:st="on"><st1:City w:st="on">Chicago</st1:City></st1:place>. I would’ve normally been happy, but this time it was different. Life itself had been different since last time, all because of <I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">him</I>. He was the reason of my pain; he was the one who has made me cry every night for almost 15 months. <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US">I felt the floor tremble, I had felt that before. I quickly realized it was the same feeling as when <I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">his </I>fiancée showed up, but right now it was just the plane landing. That was one of the main reasons I didn’t like planes. I looked outside again and saw the place which was once my home, the place where I lost myself. I promised myself I would never come back, but I also said I wouldn’t think of <I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">him</I>; I did both.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US">As soon as I got my bags, I walked out into the cool, crisp air of <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Chicago</st1:place></st1:City>. I somehow felt like I was back home, but I didn’t want to feel that, I was just here for a week. I didn’t realize how long I had been standing there, until I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. I looked around and there he was, looking as good as before; his hair was shorter, but his piercing brown eyes hadn’t changed a bit. I felt like I was 19 all over again. <o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US">“Hi William”<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US">“We’re home!” My mom said as we put some boxes inside or new house of <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Chicago</st1:place></st1:City>. All I could do was roll my eyes, I could barely call this place home.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US">“Oh don’t be so sour, Catherine” She put her hands on her tiny waist.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US">“I didn’t want to come here. Remember?” I snapped at her.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US">“Cat, this was for the best”<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US">“You mean this was for your best!” I yelled.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US">“Cat…”<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US">“Don’t Cat me. I’m going out” I stormed out.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></I></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US">It was her fault I was miserable. I had left the beautiful sunny beaches of SoCal, just so we could be “together”. I was even angrier that I didn’t get to finish the semester back there, so I would have to start all over again here. I wasn’t a very social person though, so friends weren’t a complication; I wondered if I’ll end up with friends here. As I was walking through the crowded sidewalks I thought about reinventing myself. Maybe this change wasn’t bad after all…<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></I></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US">Suddenly I crashed onto someone; I hit the ground very hard. “I’m so sorry!” A guy with longish, brown hair helped me up. “It’s okay” I grasped his shoulder so I wouldn’t fall down, I felt very dizzy. “My name’s William by the way” He said in a soothing voice. I was dazzled by his perfect face; smooth skin, big brown eyes and perfect white smile. <o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US">“I’m Catherine, or Cat” I tried to smile the way he did. I failed.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US">“Uh you must’ve hit your head pretty hard. Why don’t you join me and go to Starbucks with me.”<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US">“Sure!” I immediately said and smiled once again.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></I></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US">William opened the door for me. The air smelled like fresh brewed coffee; one of my favorite scents. His hand lightly brushed against mine, I tried to hide my flushed face. “Would you like something?” He asked. “No thank you” I answered. “Well in that case, let’s just sit down” William gripped my hand. I immediately backed away from him when I realized what he did. “I don’t know you” I said automatically. He studied my reaction quizzically.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US">“I’m sorry, I just don’t feel comfortable around strangers” I said<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US">“Well, we’ve got a lot of time to know more about each other. Don’t we?”<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></I></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></I></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US">“Hey Catherine”<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US">I just wanted to kiss him and tell him how much I loved him. Instead I forced half a smile. “Let me take this” William picked up my large suitcase. Before I got inside his Volvo I reminded myself that I didn’t love him anymore, I took a deep breath and closed the door. I looked up to his sad eyes, but quickly looked away, I couldn’t resist feeling a bit guilty. This was going to be harder than I thought…<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P>&nbsp;</P>]]></description>
		  		  	<category>william beckett the academy is love romance</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>jacpwnsblack</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-04-08T15:54:04Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Thrown Stones at Glass Hearts]]></title>
	      <link>http://jacpwnsblack.buzznet.com/user/journal/2135331/thrown-stones-glass-hearts/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P><FONT color=#ff0000>Warning!</FONT> The&nbsp;prologue is a bit harsh, but&nbsp;the story is not that bad. This&nbsp;is also something&nbsp;kind of different&nbsp;from other fanfics&nbsp;(By the way this is a William Beckett fanfic). Hope you like it! </P>
<P>P.S. If it sucks very bad please tell me.</P>
<P><STRONG></STRONG>&nbsp;</P>
<P><FONT color=#000000><STRONG><U>Prologue</U></STRONG></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US">Love is a strange thing; one day you feel like the world is steady beneath you feet, but before you know it everything collides. That person you once loved and knew everything about, turns into a complete stranger, leaving you alone trying to pick up the pieces of your broken heart. You either become a reckless mess or a worthless one-night stand. Either way, it takes a long time to get back where you were before.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US">This story does not belong in the pages of a romantic novel, there is not fairy tale ending and the characters don’t live in their own little fantasy world. Instead this story is about how your life can totally change in a matter of seconds, either you feel <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:metricconverter w:st="on" ProductID="10 feet">10 feet</st1:metricconverter> tall or in the verge of break down. The characters in this story remain indifferent about love, they’re not perfect and neither are their actions; they still have to work and pay the bills, they don’t say “I love you” as much as they do in movies, and they have to put up with the fact that nobody ever has a perfect ending.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US">Lust is also a strange thing; you can live the rest of you life with a different person in bed every night, not bothering for a name or number. Sometimes you come across a pretty boy or girl, but that’s just about it, physical attraction. People these days seem to misunderstand the concept of love and lust; they think sex is mutual love and a way to make amends with your loved one. That, my friend, is a perfect example of pure, sick lust. Don’t forget lust can easily be confused with love.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN-US">Honestly, real life is hard, rough and merciless, but sometimes you find that someone who takes your hand and leads the way. Now that isn’t so bad, is it? So maybe some fantasies do come true, and love is a real thing. Million dollar question: Where is that thin line between real life and fantasy? <o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P>&nbsp;</P>]]></description>
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	      <dc:creator>jacpwnsblack</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-04-04T22:50:28Z</dc:date>
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