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Post by sharpay elizabeth evans on Jan 5, 2009 17:39:17 GMT -5
   If I strum chords, would you sing a song with me
If I leave town would you leave along with me"Newty!" she said as she entered the house. Sharpay had been with her dad for most of the night. She was a teeny bit drunk from sneaking drinks from his drink when he wasn't paying attention, but it was barely noticeable. She stuffed her keys into her pink purse as she threw it onto the couch and started giggling. It was nearly midnight and from the way there was no lights on she could tell he was in bed already. She quickly went to her room and changed into the red lingerie that he liked. She hummed and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. She opened the door to his room and walked quietly to the side of the bed she always slept on. She quickly got under the covers and then cuddled next to him. She wanted to talk. She didn't care if he was sleeping. She never did. "Newty." she whispered in his ear. "Newty." she said, well more likely sang.
Notes: You don't have to do your post fancy/pretty if you don't want to. I just wanted to because...I wanted to xD but i've made a few headers you could use if you want to.
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Post by newt devan livingston on Jan 6, 2009 16:41:30 GMT -5
Our love is like a song.
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Newt was fast asleep by the time Sharpay was home, drunk. He was only in his boxers at the time, all bundled up in his thick blankets. He was always like that, he needed pounds of blankets on him.
When Sharpay entered the room, he woken up a bit, opening his eyes a bit. He saw Sharpay get undressed and into her red lingerie. He smiled to himself and closed his eyes again.
"Newty, Newty.."
Was what he heard very faintly in his ears. He smelled the alcohol breath going down his back. He pretended to be asleep, still.
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Post by sharpay elizabeth evans on Jan 6, 2009 16:56:15 GMT -5
If I strum chords, would you sing a song with me
If I leave town would you leave along with me She groaned. "Just wake up already." she whined, shaking him harder. "And don't think I won't shove my tongue down your throat either!" she said, shaking him harder. "UGH!" she kept shaking him. "Wake up...." she said quietly, still shaking him.
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Post by newt devan livingston on Jan 7, 2009 17:35:04 GMT -5
Our love is like a song.
[/font][/color] you cant forget it *[/center]
It's not like im not going to shove my tounge down your throat!
That's what he heard his fiance say, he was deadly tired. And, he tried to go to sleep. He got up. I'm leaving. he said. He got up and started to drag his big blanket behind him. He got to the door and was thinking of what she was going to do.
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Post by sharpay elizabeth evans on Jan 7, 2009 17:40:10 GMT -5
If I strum chords, would you sing a song with me
If I leave town would you leave along with me She gasped. "YOU WERE AWAKE THE WHOLE TIME!" she yelled and got off of the bed. She followed him. "Newty, I wanna talk!" she whined. "Please?!" she asked. "I'll let you sleep all day tomorow if you just talk with me!" she said, gently tugging on his huge blanket. "Please." she said, quietly. "Come on. I love you." she said in a sing song voice.
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Post by newt devan livingston on Jan 7, 2009 18:07:00 GMT -5
Our love is like a song.
[/font][/color] you cant forget it *[/center]
We can talk in the morning. He said, with a smile. Our wedding is soon, and your drunk. And your a recovering alchoholic. he said. We'er definitaly gooing to talk in the morning. He said, walking to Sharpay's room and locked the door behind him.
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Post by sharpay elizabeth evans on Jan 7, 2009 18:12:40 GMT -5
If I strum chords, would you sing a song with me
If I leave town would you leave along with me She glared at her bedroom door. At least I'm not the one that's always bi-polar, she thought to herself. "Fine, but remember that IS my room! Don't mess up anything!" she said, with a sigh. She walked into his room. She found a blanket and pulled it over to the bed, not feeling like picking it up. She got on the bed and put the blanket over her. She finally fell asleep after a while but it was tough. She nearly fell off the bed twice and actually did once. At least she was asleep though.
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Post by newt devan livingston on Jan 7, 2009 18:16:46 GMT -5
Our love is like a song.
[/font][/color] you cant forget it *[/center]
Tossing and turning, he couldnt get to sleep. He thought that sharpay would of been asleep by now. So he quietly got up, opened the door, tip toed through the hallway, and got to his room. He quietly got into his bed, not waking up Pay... yet.
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Post by sharpay elizabeth evans on Jan 7, 2009 18:22:24 GMT -5
If I strum chords, would you sing a song with me
If I leave town would you leave along with me Sharpay rolled over. She kept dreaming over and over that night and so far most of them were good dreams. Except a few that she didn't want to ever think about again. "Mr. Depp, I'm sorry, but I'm engaged." she muttered, rolling over again. She wasn't awake at all. She was so asleep she didn't even wake up when her hair got all messed up, which she always did.
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Post by newt devan livingston on Jan 7, 2009 18:27:09 GMT -5
Our love is like a song.
[/font][/color] you cant forget it *[/center]
He was almost asleep when he heard sharpay say, "Sorry Mr.Depp, But i am engaged! he started to burst out laughing. He couldn't resist. It was HILARIOUS.
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