سے طرف کی the time I got to the small shopping center in my ever smaller town, my Jeep had stalled twice, the window was stuck half way and the little light on the dash was flashing. Could it get any worst? Better not say that in case something did happen.
I grabbed my keys, stuffed them in my bag and slammed the door.
“Julie! Over here! Juuuuulie!” Sophie was almost standing on her chair in the food court waving her hands in the air like a lunatic. “What took so long? I've been waiting for like 3 hours!” she کہا when I finally managed to weave my way through the other people there. “I only got your text 20 منٹ ago, so if you've been here three hours, it's not my fault.” I crossed my arms and glared at her. There was a brief moment of silence between the two of us before we both burst out laughing. “So what did آپ want me for anyway? Is it another guy from the football team? یا maybe it's soccer this time.” I sat in the chair opposite her and took a sip of her root-beer. “That's mine,” she grabbed the drink from my hands, “And it is a guy but this time is different.”
“How different?” I looked up at her from under my long lashes.
“He's not on a team, but he does love going for hikes in the forest.” She replied dreamily.
“Hey, Sophie! Sophie!” I snapped my fingers in front of her face.
“Oh, what? Oh sorry. Anyway, do آپ want to know what he looks like? I only got a quick glimpse in history class for like 45 minutes.”
“Ya a quick glimpse all right. آگ کے, آگ away, I'm bound to hear about it sooner یا later.” I wiggled in my seat, getting comfortable. “Well, where to start? Oh, I know. He has the most gorgeous hair! It's blond and flips up on the ends like a little halo! Oh it's soooo cute! And his eyes are the sweetest shade of blue....” Sophie continued her تفصیل in painful detail. I flipped open my cell phone to check for any texts when I noticed one from someone I didn't know. “Brett Coulis?”
“...And his arms are soooo, did آپ say something Jules?”
“Umm, it's just, I got a text from some guy named Brett Coulis. آپ know him?”
“Brett Coulis, as in the guy I was just talking about! OMG! How did he get your number? Can آپ give it to me, please.” Sophie was almost on her knees, begging for this number. I gave it to her then looked at the clock, it was nearly 5:00pm. “Sophie, I got to go, so call me later. Ok?” I was stuffing my phone back in my pocket.
“Ya sure, see ya.” She gave me a hug then headed off to the stores.
I was walking to my Jeep, when I remembered that I hadn't read the text from Brett. I dug my phone out of my pocket again and looked, it read:
“17 right? They'll be ready, آپ should be too.”
Ok, creepy. How did he know my age when I had just heard about him today? And who were they? And what should I be ready for?
I grabbed my keys, stuffed them in my bag and slammed the door.
“Julie! Over here! Juuuuulie!” Sophie was almost standing on her chair in the food court waving her hands in the air like a lunatic. “What took so long? I've been waiting for like 3 hours!” she کہا when I finally managed to weave my way through the other people there. “I only got your text 20 منٹ ago, so if you've been here three hours, it's not my fault.” I crossed my arms and glared at her. There was a brief moment of silence between the two of us before we both burst out laughing. “So what did آپ want me for anyway? Is it another guy from the football team? یا maybe it's soccer this time.” I sat in the chair opposite her and took a sip of her root-beer. “That's mine,” she grabbed the drink from my hands, “And it is a guy but this time is different.”
“How different?” I looked up at her from under my long lashes.
“He's not on a team, but he does love going for hikes in the forest.” She replied dreamily.
“Hey, Sophie! Sophie!” I snapped my fingers in front of her face.
“Oh, what? Oh sorry. Anyway, do آپ want to know what he looks like? I only got a quick glimpse in history class for like 45 minutes.”
“Ya a quick glimpse all right. آگ کے, آگ away, I'm bound to hear about it sooner یا later.” I wiggled in my seat, getting comfortable. “Well, where to start? Oh, I know. He has the most gorgeous hair! It's blond and flips up on the ends like a little halo! Oh it's soooo cute! And his eyes are the sweetest shade of blue....” Sophie continued her تفصیل in painful detail. I flipped open my cell phone to check for any texts when I noticed one from someone I didn't know. “Brett Coulis?”
“...And his arms are soooo, did آپ say something Jules?”
“Umm, it's just, I got a text from some guy named Brett Coulis. آپ know him?”
“Brett Coulis, as in the guy I was just talking about! OMG! How did he get your number? Can آپ give it to me, please.” Sophie was almost on her knees, begging for this number. I gave it to her then looked at the clock, it was nearly 5:00pm. “Sophie, I got to go, so call me later. Ok?” I was stuffing my phone back in my pocket.
“Ya sure, see ya.” She gave me a hug then headed off to the stores.
I was walking to my Jeep, when I remembered that I hadn't read the text from Brett. I dug my phone out of my pocket again and looked, it read:
“17 right? They'll be ready, آپ should be too.”
Ok, creepy. How did he know my age when I had just heard about him today? And who were they? And what should I be ready for?
No matter how much آپ wish for مزید it happens like the گھنٹہ glass time runs out and you'll lung for more.
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test سے طرف کی our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test سے طرف کی our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
(Verse 1)
I am in love with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
I am in love with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
I walk into
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood سے طرف کی me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To دکھائیں them that...
Their work was useful.
To دکھائیں them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to دکھائیں all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood سے طرف کی me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To دکھائیں them that...
Their work was useful.
To دکھائیں them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to دکھائیں all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
cover of the original Vamp out
When I see you,I don't know what to say
I think of you,just about everyday
When your around hysterical,it's unpredictable...with me,I try to be serious,buts it's no use...
(Chorus) When I look at you,I turn away,When I hear your name,I try a different way, (fast) Your smile is alluring,and your eyes always occuring on my mind, If I explain I'll go insane,so I'll keep my mind blank,The angels are jealous about آپ from up above,and though آپ dont know it;you always give me La-la love,yeah,La-la love
When I sing,to me,you play the music,Im intrigued-sing with me,oh oh
When I dance آپ آپ dance too,In everything I do,To me,Your here,so what Im having fantasies,who cares?
(Chorus)
My دل is pounding,No sound surrounds me,exept your velvety voice...I'll say it once again,Your the موسیقی in my head,I can't build up to it any other way,Ive already done as much as I may...
(Chorus) LA,la,la,la,la آپ give me...love
I think of you,just about everyday
When your around hysterical,it's unpredictable...with me,I try to be serious,buts it's no use...
(Chorus) When I look at you,I turn away,When I hear your name,I try a different way, (fast) Your smile is alluring,and your eyes always occuring on my mind, If I explain I'll go insane,so I'll keep my mind blank,The angels are jealous about آپ from up above,and though آپ dont know it;you always give me La-la love,yeah,La-la love
When I sing,to me,you play the music,Im intrigued-sing with me,oh oh
When I dance آپ آپ dance too,In everything I do,To me,Your here,so what Im having fantasies,who cares?
(Chorus)
My دل is pounding,No sound surrounds me,exept your velvety voice...I'll say it once again,Your the موسیقی in my head,I can't build up to it any other way,Ive already done as much as I may...
(Chorus) LA,la,la,la,la آپ give me...love
