Life is just very stressful.

I haven't exactly wanted to come back, I don't know why.

But not I am and I'l continue posting my story.

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~Minnie

            Ryan emerged from wardrobe and saw Jess, his jaw dropped and his eyes widened. Jess' bottom lip was swollen, she had a black eye which she tried to cover with makeup, and fresh bruises on her neck. Ryan walked over to her.

            "Jess, Jess what happened?" Ryan asked concerned.

            "Oh, I tripped down the stairs." She said with a chuckle.

            "That's not what it looks like from here."

            Jess' eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?"

            "I mean, it looks more like someone hit you." He said softly.

            "Well, no one did. I tripped over my own feet and fell down the stairs." She said reassuringly. Ryan didn't believe a word of it, but he decided not to push the subject, afraid she would pull back completely. "Come on, I wanna start, go get the guys."

            For the rest of the day they ran through the video dozens of times, and by seven pm, everyone was tired. So they decided to pick things up the next day.

            Ryan was extremely worried about Jess, she was being abused, he was sure of it. When he mentioned that it looked different from where he was standing, her eyes iced over. Ryan himself was abused, so he recognized the signs. He needed to have a talk with Jess, though it wasn't his place, Jess needed help.

            It was the last day of shooting the video. After getting ready for the shoot Panic headed out to the set. Ryan saw Jess right away. She was wearing a black Kitsun hoodie that was a size to big for her, and had her sunglasses on. Jess yelled for the guys to do what they were supposed to do, so they all went to their places. It took them five more hours to finish the video, but soon enough they were done.

            "Alright! Good job everyone! We're done!" Jess yelled as the cast and crew clapped. 

            Then everyone started packing up. Panic got dressed back into their clothes. Ryan came back out and Jess was about to get into her car.

            "Jess!" He called after her. Jess looked over at Ryan and saw him running towards her.  "Jess, are you okay?"

            "I'm fine, Ryan." She said as she forced a smile on her face, though it hurt to because of  her swollen lip

            "Then why don't you tell me where you really got those bruises?"

            "What? Ryan, I told you I fell down my stairs."

            "And you expect me to believe that? Jess, I'm not stupid, who's hitting you?"

            Jess' mouth dropped. "What? Ryan, no one is hitting me!"

            "That's a lie! That black eye doesn't look like it came from falling down your stairs, neither do those bruises on your neck! Someone beat you!"

            "No! No one is hitting me! Just leave me alone, Ryan!" Jess tried to get in her car quickly, but a sharp pain ripped through her stomach and she yelped out.

            "Jess, Jess are you okay?"

            "I'm fine." She said as she grabbed her stomach. She felt another pain and almost fell to the floor, but Ryan caught her.

            "No, you're not. I'm taking you to the hospital."

            "I'm fine Ryan, it's just my stomach." She said, feeling weak.

            "Let me see your stomach."

            "What?"

            "Let me see it!"

            "No!"

            Ryan growled and lifted her top up, revealing  large bruises on her stomach, and something pointing out of her skin where her ribs were. Jess felt as if a cement truck was on top of her and her legs buckled and everything went black.

Okay guys, thank you for the comments.

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Sorry I haven't replied back, my cpu is banana bonkers!

1.What'd you think??

2.Omg she passed out!!

3.Isn't it cute how Ryan cares so much??

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~Minnie

            Ryan looked around for Jess and spotted her on a ladder hanging up some decorations. He saw she didn't wear her sunglasses, but the bruise wasn't as vivid, Ryan could see that her eyes were a pale blue. She wore faded jeans blue jeans that were ripped at the knees. She wore a white shirt and had her hair up in a ponytail. Jess stepped off the ladder and started walking towards the cameramen when she spotted Ryan. He was staring at her, and even though she was staring back at him he kept his eyes on hers and didn't divert them.

            Jess didn't deny that she found Ryan attractive, she felt a little awkward around him sometimes, but at the same time, she felt an ease. Though she didn't show any signs of nervousness, she was. She got butterflies in her stomach whenever they talked, and when she had seen him for the first time, her knees almost gave out. She was just glad that her nerves never got the best of her. Jess smiled at him and gave him a small wave, and he waved back. She went to the cameramen and told them what angles she wanted them to shoot from. Then she went over to the band.

            "Hey boys, so what do you think?" She asked them.

            "This looks awesome." Jon said.

            "Yeah, it really does." Spencer said agreeing.

            "Yeah, this video is gonna look awesome." Brendon said.

            "Man, we sure are glad you're the director." Ryan said.

            "Flattery will get you nowhere boys." She said smiling.

            "But as long as it makes you smile, it's good enough for me." Ryan said.

            That made Jess' smile even bigger and she could feel herself turn pink. "Um, how about I run through what I want you guys to do?"

            "Okie pokie." Brendon said.

            For the next hour Jess told them what they would be doing, and how they would be doing it. They'd basically be leading a parade and they'd be in, what Jess called it, body suits, they used the word long-john's. And they'd be wearing fake mustaches. It sounded a little off the wall, but that's what they all loved about it. After Jess finished telling them what was going to happen she sent them over to hair and makeup then to wardrobe. After the guys got finished with everything they headed out back to the set. Jess saw the boys and smiled, trying to stifle back laughter, they looked ridiculous. She walked over to them grinning.

            "You look great." She said as honestly as she could.

            "Yeah, sure we do." Spencer said sarcastically.

            "Do you have a grudge against us or something?" Brendon asked.           

            "Guys, come on, don't be such babies." She said.

            "Let's get this over with, I'm extremely uncomfortable being out here with this on." Ryan said.

            "Alright, guys grab your instruments, Brendon grab your blow horn. Just be up front and start singing into it. Just do your thing when the playback starts, just lead the parade."

            "Aye aye captain!" Jon said saluting her.

            Jess laughed. "Let's get this video started."

            For the next two hours Panic had gone through a rough run thru of the video. They doubted they had any footage that could be used for the video. The boys had just gotten out of their clothes for the video and headed back out to see Jess. Ryan was the first one out to see Jess. He spotted her fixing some decorations.

            "Hey you." Ryan said, catching Jess' attention.

            "Hey." She said smiling.

            "So, what do you think of the video so far?" Jess asked as she faced him.

            "I like it, I can't wait until it's done, it's gonna look great." 

            "I sure hope so, but if it doesn't don't hate me." She said with a light chuckle.

            "I could never." Ryan said smiling.

            "Ryan!" Ryan turned around towards the voice and saw Brendon jogging up to him.

            "Come on, we wanna go out for dinner."

            "Okay, just give me a sec." He said motioning to Jess with his eyes.

            "Why don't you come along Jess? I know we'd all like to know a little more about our director." Brendon said with a smile.

            "Oh, I don't know guys, I don't wanna intrude."

            "Oh come on Jess, it'll be fun, please?" Ryan said smiling.

            How could she resist that boyish smile of his? "Um, okay."

            The boys decided that they wanted pizza, so they went to a local place and ordered two pies of cheese pizza.

            "So Jess, why did you want to be a director?" Spencer asked.

            "I actually never wanted to be a director."

            "Really? Why not?" Jon asked.

            "I had always liked working in front of the camera."

            "That's awesome. Were you a model?" Brendon asked.

            "No, an actress. Just a few commercials and a small part in a movie."

            "That's pretty cool, but then why did you become a director?" Ryan asked.

            "Well, I was working behind the scenes one day with the director, and he let me take over for a little bit; and surprisingly I had more fun directing then acting." She said as she took a bite of her pizza.

            "That's pretty awesome." Said Spencer. "So how old are you?"

            "Twenty-three."

            "Where you from?" Jon asked.

            "Springfield, Tennessee. I'm from a small town, unlike you guys."

            "Hey, we grew up in the suburbs." Brendon said.

            "Still a big city." Jess said smiling.

            For the rest of the night they talked getting to know each other. Especially Ryan and Jess. They kept talking to each other non stop. When Ryan glanced down towards her neck he noticed she had bruises on them. No, they weren't hickies, Ryan could tell the difference.

            "Jess, why do you have bruises on your neck?" He asked softly.

            Jess's smile froze on her face, then she frowned slightly. "Oh um, nothing. It was just an accident." She said.

            "It looks like hands were wrapped around your throat."

            "Well, you see-" Jess was interrupted by her cell phone ringing. "Hold on." She said to Ryan. "Hello?" She said into her phone. Ryan could hear a man yelling from the other line.

            "Oh no, I'm so sorry, I, I didn't realize how late it was." The man was still yelling, and Ryan could hear him ask where she was.

            "I'm at the shoot, we're going over some details." She gave Ryan and the guys, who were now listening in, a worried look. "Okay, I'm sorry, I'm on my way." She said as she hung up.

            "Uh, sorry, but I have to get going. Family emergency." She said as she stood up. "Thanks for a great night guys, I really appreciate it." She said sincerely.

            "Anytime." Brendon said

            "Bye." She said, then ran out the door.

Hey guys! Sorry it took so long o get this out, juss been busy lately. School is almost out thank god. I'll be a senior! WOOT!

1.What'd you think?

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Liz! UPDATE!!

            "Yeah, I know. But if someone hadn't turned down every other director who offered, we wouldn't be in this mess." Jon said as he looked over at Ryan.

            "Hey, it just didn't feel right." Ryan said in his defense.

            "Yeah but still, they had some great ideas, especially Shane." Spencer said.

            "I know but, I just wanna do something different, something new. The directors all had the same simplistic idea in mind, I want something fresh." Ryan said as he sat down next to Brendon on the couch.

            "Well, their is this new director out there, I think his name is Jess Samuels. He's never directed a video before and from what I heard he needs something to direct." Jon said.

            "We should give him a call." Brendon said.

            "Uh, guys, we don't have his number." Spencer said.

            "Oh yeah." Jon said. "Wait, I can get it from Pete, that guy has everyone's number."

            "Sweet, let's check this guy out and if we like his concept we'll run with it." Brendon said.

            Pete had called the boys of Panic and told them that Jess would like to meet them and discuss everything. They decided on Panic's cabin, they didn't really wanna be seen in the public, obviously. So on Wednesday afternoon they waited for Jess to show. At three thirty their was a knock at the door. Ryan got up from his spot on the couch and went over to the door and opened it.

            In front of him stood a girl, well, a woman. She was of average height, had black hair with blue streaks and her side bangs were also blue. She was slender, and wore black skater shoes with black jeans, a green tank top and black jacket. She had sunglasses on shielding her eyes. Ryan stood there in the doorway, annoyed.

            "Look, we're not gonna sign anything and we'd really appreciate it if you left and told no one where we're living." Ryan was about to close the door on her until she placed her foot in between the door and the frame.

            "You're mistaken, I'm not a fan. I'm Jess Samuels, the director." Jess said smiling.

            Ryan mentally slapped himself. "Oh! Oh jeez, I'm sorry. I just, well we thought that Jess Samuels was a guy." Ryan said as he opened the door to let her in.

            "It's okay, it actually happens a lot." She said chuckling lightly as Ryan closed the door.

            "Ryan, is Jess here?" Ryan heard Brendon yell from up his room.

            "Yeah!" He yelled back. The rest of Panic headed towards the living room and saw that Jess was a girl, but none of them said anything.

            "Hi, I'm Brendon."

            "I'm Spencer."

            "I'm Jon."

            "And I'm Ryan." He said smiling.

            "And obviously I'm Jess." She said smiling.

            "So uh, should we get down to business?" Asked Spencer.

            "Right away." Jess said.

            They all got comfortable and Jess stated what she had in mind for the video. Ryan had to admit, he was impressed. Her idea for the video was pretty good and original, which he liked a lot. An hour later they all finished discussing the video. They had chosen her to direct it, and they were all happy with that decision.

            "Thank you guys so much. I'll keep in touch and get everything set up." Jess said smiling. Ryan noticed that she still had her sunglasses on.

            "Jess, why didn't you take off your shades?" Ryan asked.

            "Oh, its just that I have a bruise, an I don't really want you guys to see it; it wouldn't really make a good impression."

            "Well, we don't mind; how'd you get it?" Brendon asked.

            "Oh, well, it was the middle of the night and I had to use the bathroom, and as I was walking I ran into a wall." She said chuckling lightly.

            "Ouch." Jon said.

            "Yeah, hurt like hell."

            "It must've." Spencer said.

            Ryan took a good look at her, though he'd only known her for an hour, she struck him as the type who always kept her eyes opened.

            "Well, it was nice meeting you all, but I should get going."

            "I'll walk you out." Ryan said.

            Jess smiled. "Thanks." Ryan and Jess both walked to the door and Ryan opened it. "Bye Ryan." She said smiling.

            "Bye." He said.

Sorrry for the wait guys! I hope you enjoyed this first chapter of this beautific tale. Lol. I know the first chapter wasn't all that great but hey, this is gonna take some time and everything needs to build up.

1. What'd you think?

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~Minnie

It's been forever!

Goodness, sorry for the long wait.

Been super busy since I've gotten back.

Okay so anyways!

Who shoulod my next fanfic be about?

I have a Ryan Ross ready, a Pete Wentz, and an almost finished Brendon Urie, and an alsomost finished Alex Gaskarth.

I don't know who to choose!

Put who you would like in your comment.

And I'm sorry if I don't get to everyone's fic and messages and whatnot.

I'm just pressed for time.

Musical practice is a killer.

But I will try and make time for posts.

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            Brendon had never been the same again. He’d lost the love of his life. What was he supposed to do? He couldn’t go on like nothing had happened. Every time he’d try to do something he’d get these pains in his stomach, because he knew Liz would never be able to live her life.

            It was his fault. He should’ve been more watchful of her. He should’ve been with her! He would never be able to get over her. How could he? She was the best person he’d ever met.

            Brendon hadn’t done anything with the band for awhile. They had stopped touring and were taking a long break. Brendon didn’t even want to be in the band anymore, what was the point? Their wasn’t one.

            Brendon had just gotten back from visiting Liz’s grave. Brendon went to his bedroom and sat down on his bed. He looked over at his nightstand and looked at the sleeping pills the doctor had given him. He took the bottle in his hand and held it. He got up and went to his kitchen. He took out a cup and put some water in it. He took out the pills and poured them out in his hand. One by one he swallowed each of them.

            A few minutes later he felt the effects and fell to the floor of his kitchen. His eyes were getting heavier by the second. I’ll see you soon Liz.

Las Vegas Inquirer

            Today is a very sad day indeed. Yesterday at approximately eleven in the morning, the body of front man, Brendon Urie of Panic At The Disco, was found dead in his Las Vegas home. Ryan Ross, the bands guitarist, came to visit Urie at his home, where he found his body on the kitchen floor. Upon seeing this Ross called the police. Within four minutes the police and paramedics were on the scene. Urie was pronounced dead at the scene at approximately eleven in the morning. Urie was said to of been on sleeping pills  ever since the murder of his girlfriend, Liz Palmer, last year; from which she’d been stabbed by one of Panic’s roadies after he’d kidnapped her.

            “We are lead to believe that Mr. Urie killed himself by overdosing on sleeping pills,” Says officer Watkins. “His girlfriend was killed last year this very day, I guess it was all too much for him to handle.”

            This is an unfortunate event that has rocked the community back on its heels. We give our condolences to the friends and family of Brendon Urie. This is a day of mourning for all who cared about the rock singer, things will never be the same without this young man’s face walking down our very streets.

                                                            ~Minnuet Morales

 ******Okay guys that it! Thats the end! I hope you guys liked it and I really hope you stick around for the next fic. It might be Ryan Ross or Pete Wentz, I haven't decided yet.

1.What'd you think of this chaoter?

2. Did it make you cry? Coz I almost did when I was writing it.

3.Will you rea my next fic?

4. Comments and uzzes are nice.

Peace signs and love parades!!

~Minnie                                          

            “We’ll need backup, this guy is dangerous, and we don’t know what he’s done to her so we have to be careful.” Said one of the detectives.

            “I’m coming.” Brendon said.

            “No, we can’t have anymore civilians at risk.”   

            “I don’t care what happens to me. When Liz gets out of there the first person she’s gonna wanna see is me.”

            The detective gave him a stern look. “Fine, just stay out of the way.”

            Liz was still laying down on the bed, her wrists still bound. Ron was sitting in the chair with a knife in his hand.

            “Ron, why are you doing this?” She asked him softly.

            Ron was silent a moment before he answered. “Ever since I saw you at the club I had to have you. I followed you everywhere. Then when I found out you were going to get back together with Brendon I was furious. I knew I had to get you back. And now I finally have you.”

            He got up and sat next to her on the bed. He ran a hand down her cheek. Liz fought the urge to shudder.

            “You’re so beautiful.” He murmured, more to himself then to her. He put his hand under her shirt and started to touch her stomach.

            “No.” She whispered.

            Ron looked back up at her. “It won’t hurt, I’ll be careful.” He slowly moved his hand up and started feeling her chest. Liz shut her eyes, trying to stop the tears from coming down. Liz felt him go down to the button of her jeans.

            “Please don’t do this, please.” Liz said as the tears started to come down.

            “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt.” Ron said smirking.

            “Stop.” Liz couldn’t get her voice over a whisper.

            It was then she heard people break through the door. Ron immediately took hold of his knife and held it to Liz’s neck. The cops came in with their guns pointing at Ron. Then Brendon came in. Liz looked over at him helplessly.

            “Let her go Ron.” Said one of the cops.

            “I don’t think so, we’re having a lot of fun, you should join in on the fun. How bout you Brendon, wanna have some fun?” He said smirking.   

            “Let her go Ron, let’s talk.” Brendon said.

            “No, I’m tired of talking. You don’t deserve Liz Brendon, you can have any girl in the world, Liz belongs to me, and me only. If I can’t have her, no one will.”

            It all happened so quickly. Ron raised his hand with the knife in it, and plunged it into Liz. The cops fired their guns at him too late, by the time he’d been shot Liz was already bleeding on the bed. Brendon ran over to Liz.

            “Liz, Liz you’re gonna be okay, you’re gonna be fine.” Brendon said as tears streamed down his face.

            Liz’s eyes were barely open and her breathing was shallow. “I love you Brendon.”

            “Don’t talk like that! You’re gonna be fine.” Brendon said urgently, with tears threatening to come down.

            The paramedics had finally gotten Liz’s wrists out of the ropes and were putting her on the stretcher. Brendon followed them into the ambulance and got in. Liz’s eyes had closed and they were putting needles into her.

            “We’re losing her!” The started to try and bring her back. A few moments later she was back, and they arrived at the hospital. They all got out, including Brendon and went inside the hospital.

            “Sir, you have to stay back.” Said a doctor.

            “That’s my girlfriend! I’m not leaving her!”

            “Sir, if you want her to stay alive you have to let the doctors do their job.”

            “Fuck!” Brendon turned away from her and punched the wall. She was gonna be okay, she had to be.

*I;m posting everything right now. I leave in like an hour but I wanted to get this up before I left.

1. Omg!!!! What do you think is going to happen??!!

2. Are you scared for her?

3.Comment and buzz please.

~Minnie

            Once Brendon had saw Liz wasn’t in her bunk he immediately went looking for her. He’d looked around the venue and asked random people if they’d seen her, but they hadn’t. He had called her a dozen times, but she never picked up. Something was wrong, he knew that her stalker must’ve gotten to her.

            Brendon went up to some of the roadies and asked them if they’d seen Liz.

            “Yeah, she was here about an hour ago, she asked if she could help out and I sent her over to the vans to help. Then I saw her and Ron bring in an amp and that was the last time I saw her. And, well,”

            “What is it?” Brendon asked.

            “I haven’t seen Ron either.”

            Brendon put it all together. If she was seen with Ron last, and Ron was missing to; was Ron the one who’d taken her?

            “Do you have his number?”

            “Yeah.” He gave Brendon Ron’s number. Brendon went outside of the venue and called Ron.

            Ron was heading towards Liz when his phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and smirked.

            “Hey Liz, it’s your boyfriend.” Ron said chuckling. Ron picked up the phone. “Hey Brendon.”

            “Ron, do you know where Liz is?”

            “I might.” He said smirking.

            “Tell me where she is.” Brendon said angrily.

            “Come on Brendon, let’s be civilized. Don’t be so angry, she’s perfectly fine. Talk to her.” Ron held the phone to Liz’s ear.

            “Brendon?” She said softly.

            “Liz, Liz has he hurt you?”

            “No, I’m fine.” She said on the verge of tears.

            Ron took the phone back. “See she’s fine,” Ron ran a hand through Liz’s hair. “But that can all change real soon.” He said as he wrapped her hair around his hand and pulled it back. Liz screamed out in pain.

            “Don’t you dare touch her!”

            “Why not? It’s been hard enough keeping my hands off of her this long.” Ron ran his hand along Liz’s side. Liz started to whimper. “She’s already tied up to the bedposts, I could do whatever I wanted to her.” He said as he started to kiss her neck.

            “Stay the fuck away from her!”

            “I don’t think I will, bye Brendon.”

***OMG!!!! DRAMATIC AND SHIT!!!! lol. Okay, so I know this was short, but this double post should make up for it. I have two chapters lefty and I wil try and post tomorrow night. ecause in p.r. i dnt think i can get to a cpu.

1.whatd you think?

2. know any good fics?

3.comment and buzz?

~Minnie

            Brendon was another story. He was extremely worried about her. He didn't anything to happen to her, she had just came back into her life, he didn't want to lose her. He tried convincing Liz to have a bodyguard, but she wouldn't have any of it. Brendon just wanted her to be safe, he didn't care what the costs were of that. He just didn't want anything, or anyone to harm her.

            Liz had been making sure that she was always with a group of people and that she was never alone. In a sense, the crowds were her bodyguards, she knew that this guy wouldn't try anything in a crowd of people. It'd been two days since that incident, and she was glad nothing had really happened since then, but she still got those feelings. Just because she didn't see him in plain view, didn't mean he wasn't around. She knew he was, she always got that vibe, and it sent a shudder down her spine.

            Today she woke up before everyone else. She got up and got changed into jeans and a blue t-shirt. She put on her sneakers and headed towards the front of the bus. She looked through the blinds and saw some roadies outside. She decided to go out and help them out. She left the tour bus and headed towards them.

            "Hey guys, need some help?" Liz asked them politely.

            "Yeah, just go over to the van, some of the guys are over there taking some things out." Said one of them.

            "Okay." Liz walked over to the vans and saw everyone getting out speakers and amps and whatnot. Liz headed to the last van where she saw Ron, a roadie, opening the back of the van. "Hey Ron, want some help?"

            "Yeah sure." He said smiling. Ron was an attractive guy. He had blonde hair and was almost six feet tall. He had hazel eyes and had some muscle on him. He was a nice guy and was always helping other people. "Hey, I heard that you've got some stalker dude after you." Ron said as they took out an amp.

            "Sort of, I don't know what that creeps deal is."

            "Is Brendon getting you a bodyguard?"

            "I told him I didn't one. I won't change my life for the guy."

            They picked up the amp together and carried it inside the venue. Once they put it over there they walked back to the van talking.

            "Well, that's good, you can't let him ruin your life."

            "My thoughts exactly."

            "So, have you ever caught a glimpse of the guy?"

            "No, he always attacked me when I was looking away from him."

            "Are you afraid?" He asked softly.

            "Yes and no. Just knowing this guy is watching me freaks me out, but I'm not entirely afraid of him." Liz noticed that they had walked away from everyone, including the busses and vans.

            "You should be completely afraid of him." Ron said.

            Liz looked back at him confused. "Why?"

            "This guy knows what you're doing every second of everyday. He knows what you're doing at this moment exactly."

            Liz took a defensive step backwards. "Ron, wh-what are you saying?"

            Ron stepped forward and put his hands firmly on her shoulders, his nails digging into her skin. "You know exactly what I mean Liz." He said.

            Liz's eyes widened. She tired to free herself from his grip but he was too strong. "Ron let me go."

            "I don't think so, now listen and listen good. Me and you are gonna take a drive, and you won't make a sound. Don't you dare even try to scream or call for help. Now come on." He tried to move her but she didn't budge.

            "I'm not going anywhere with you." She said firmly.

            "I'll take you kicking and screaming, you're going with me. Unless, you want your boyfriend to get hurt." Liz's eyes widened in fear, and in anger.

            "Don't you dare lay a hand on him, he has nothing to do with this."    

            "Oh Liz, that's where you're wrong, he has everything to do with this."

******Omg!!!! I feel like its been forever! Okay, I osted, be happy! Lol.So now we all know whothe stalker is. And I know you all thought it wouldbe the manager of the club, but you gysdidnt even know who the hell ron was. lol.

1. whatd you think.?

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3. im leaving wednesday for vacation!

~,Minnie