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forbidden love.It was a grey, drizzly day, the weather seeming to match Nick's mood as he trudged up the walkway to his Los Angeles home, Elvis trotting along beside him. "Come on, boy, let's go inside," He said as he pushed open the door, relieved to be in out of the rain. He and his brothers had the evening off, finally on a break from touring. It'd been months since Nick had been back home, and as much as he loved performing and interacting with the fans, he liked being back in California too. As Dorothy said, there's no place like home. The house was empty, the only noises coming from Elvis as he padded across the kitchen, his nails maforbidden love.


birthdays.Kevin closed his cell phone, sighing dejectedly.birthdays.
There was nothing worse than spending your birthday alone, he had decided. He'd called everyone on his contacts list and not one of them was free. Even his brothers were busy, having made prior plans. It was almost as if they had forgotten his birthday all together. With a final sigh, Kevin rose from his spot on the bed, deciding to go out for a drive. Maybe he could find something to do.
He made his way through the house towards the front door, earning a curious look from Elvis. The puppy was just proof that nobody ever forgot Nick's birthday, or Joe of Frankie'


sent him to heavenThe room is silent, the only sound coming from the ticking clock hanging up on the cream colored wall. Everyone else is gone, having broken for lunch.sent him to heaven
Mitchie can't think of food though. Not now. Her stomach growls, but she can't bear to leave, much less hold down a whole meal.
She sits beside the coffin, tracing the gold designs engraved into the smooth, ivory surface. The casket is open, exposing the young man's corpse. His hands are clasped, the rosary beads laced through his pale fingers. The calloused fingers that had strummed a guitar so many times before, playing Mitchie her favorite song over and over again.
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rrrrr I can't find it on Youtube. I'll try again later.
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...Or so you think.
forever
i'm still wiping the spit off my computer screen.
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you there, with the huge tent in your pants.
yeah, you.
your name is nicholas jonas, right?
that just made my night.
...do you have a tumblr?
no, i don't.
i am actually unaware of what the purpose of a tumblr is.
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you there, with the huge tent in your pants.
yeah, you.
your name is nicholas jonas, right?
i just post like, my favorite pictures and stuff. or if my friends and i have funny conversations i'll post them there. it's like a blog with pictures and pritty stuff xD
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you there, with the huge tent in your pants.
yeah, you.
your name is nicholas jonas, right?
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it's nothing, really.
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you there, with the huge tent in your pants.
yeah, you.
your name is nicholas jonas, right?
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