"For the most part. These guys," she gestured to the BVB boys, "are probably gonna go out drinking and partying with some of the other bands, and that's really not something you wanna be involved in." She laughed. "So I think our safest bet is to just go over to Motionless' bus for the remainder of the night."
Emily giggled and kissed ger back. She smiled and leaned her forehead against hers. " I love you too...even when I get my dress all wet and have to wear hobo clothes." She giggled at hiw baggy they were on her. She snuggled close to her chest
Jenna: She stood up and followed silently behind him. She could clearly see her father's black cadillac car parked right beside james car, which was previously vacant. Squeezing herself close to him, she prayed that her father wouldnt come out. Her heart was beating hard, with every step, closer to the car. All of a sudden, she heard the chime of a bell, signalling someone coming out of the diner. Not having time to look, she whisper-shouted panickly to james, '' Open the door !! " As soon as the car unlocked, she throw herself inside and lowered her head. If her father had seen her, she was dead. She was thinking of all the possibilities that could happen. To make things worse, he could have taken down the license plate number. She was beyond frightened and stress, thinking of all this. '' How..now ? ". Braving herself, she turned to look outside, and the man was indeed her father and his eyes were looking at her in shocked. She made a mistake, turning around. Shaking in her seat, she found herself having another panic attack. "" Ohgod..he's gonna kill me. Help me...don't leave me. He's gonna get me " She broke down in a heap of shoulder-shaking sobs. She then couldn’t breathe. Her heart races. It’s pounding so hard, it feels like it will pound its way through her chest. She can feel it there. Pounding. Harder. Faster. No breath. Her lungs don’t work. Her chest felt tight. Too tight. Squeezing her heart. She tries to suck in air, but ]her heart is pounding too hard. No air. Her arms go number, pins and needles starting at my fingers and racing up my arms like wildfire. All too consuming. She could hear words, so loud, so loud I can’t hear them.
(( sorry if it's too long. Got a little carried away. haha XD ))
"Well yeah. We always knew he had a pretty deep voice but when we heard him sing for the first time, it kinda reminded me personally of a younger Morgan Freeman," she chuckled.
"Gee thanks," Andy called, tossing the towel he was using to wipe sweat off his face and beck with at Annabeth, who jumped back.