Chapter one.
15 hours ago, I had just left my home town of Manchester, UK, to pursue a new life in Los Angeles. Walking through the terminal of LAX airport. I pulled my long auburn hair up into an updo, and walked through customs. I had nothing to declare and that’s when I noticed him.
“Tommy Lee” I whispered, loudly enough for my best friend ever, Vanille to hear. “who?” she announced. “The drummer of Motley Crue” I hissed back. She went on into some insane rant that I completely ignored. Stupidly I continued to stare at him. Despite his age, I had an incredible, but certifiable crush on him, and had done since I was 15 years old and there I was. Just 6 feet away from him. “so close but so far” I muttered, and lugged my suitcase off the trolley and lugged it towards the airport exit. I was so tired from travelling and felt so scruffy in my modded “Girls, Girls, Girls” halter top and black skinny jeans.
The sun shone brightly and straight into my eyes. I grabbed my phone to turn it on and due to being dazzled accidently dropped it. That’s when I heard a male voice, with a thick Californian accent, give my phone back and ask if I was okay, as I looked a little shocked. When I looked up. I saw him, and my jaw dropped. It was THE Tommy Lee, holding my phone and talking to me… I quickly awoke from my daze and took the phone from my hand. “Thanks, Oh my God, You‘re Tommy Lee!” I replied, rather surprised. “and you would be?” he answered. “Ruby” I smiled. “new here?” he asked, referring to the union Jack suitcase I had standing next to me, I nodded. “from England, I’ve just got my work visa approved” I added. He enquired about my job, “Independant film/music video director” I answered. His cellphone began to ring. “I’d better go” he said. I asked him if he would sign my top, and then he quickly departed and bid me farewell.
Or so I thought…
A gift in the form of a fanfic for an old friend. :)
Saturday, 12 June 2010
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Wednesday, 31 March 2010
orders pt 1
your orders so far
wear a sign that says "I am gay" on your back, all day.
tell your mother than you love her
do not change your underwear
snog micheal. dont ask just do it
sing.
dance to the birdy song
wag 1 lesson.
wear a sign that says "I am gay" on your back, all day.
tell your mother than you love her
do not change your underwear
snog micheal. dont ask just do it
sing.
dance to the birdy song
wag 1 lesson.
end of the world
Greetings earthing.
I am Insomica. I am here to warn you in the form of this english blog that the world is ending, due to increasing demands of fashion in the form of checked shirts and skin tight jeans, the omercronians are to destroy your planet to make way for cybusmart. a new standard in intergalacting shopping malls. to save your planet you must obey my every command.
with regards. Insomnica.
I am Insomica. I am here to warn you in the form of this english blog that the world is ending, due to increasing demands of fashion in the form of checked shirts and skin tight jeans, the omercronians are to destroy your planet to make way for cybusmart. a new standard in intergalacting shopping malls. to save your planet you must obey my every command.
with regards. Insomnica.
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