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  <pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 22:38:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>part seven FINALLYYY</title>
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  <description>i&apos;ve been a sick puppy the past week and i&apos;ve&lt;br /&gt;had a shiz load of school work so this was so&lt;br /&gt;freaking delayed. i apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of the guys, well ¾ of Honor Society sat in the living room of their apartment, waiting for Alex to come back from his dat- well errand. Michael had filled Jay and Andy in on all of the extra info that he left out when he was explaining his little plan. The two found it hilarious. Alex was so oblivious sometimes. Their little conversation was interrupted by the front door of their apartment swinging open and the loud thud it made on the door. Alex waltz in, almost floating really, as he carried a bag in his right hand and a cup of Coca-Cola in the other. Michael and Jason watched him as he dug into the bag, getting out the three bowls of yogurt, handing each of them the flavor they ordered. Without saying a word, Alex walked into the kitchen area and got out random bowls and ingredients that he needed to cook up a dinner. Michael looked at Jason, who looked at him and then Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What the heck…” Jason muttered, eating a bite of yogurt. Michael grinned, “I think someone is overly happy.” he told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael looked at Alex again and his smile turned into a grin. “So, Alex, did you have any trouble at Pinkberry?” he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex glanced over at him. “No.” he said simply as he went at it, mixing things together and pre-heating the over. Alex was a superb cook, and the other three knew it for a fact, so they were just going to let him do whatever it was that he was doing. They didn’t even know what he was cooking. He was just too happy about something, something they knew about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You sure did take a long time. Did you meet someone?” Mike asked him, beginning to eat his yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex mixed something in a bowl, “Yes.” he said. “It’s all your fault too, but I’m not gonna get mad at you even though I secretly want to, but I’m not.” He looked over at him, “I know it was you who texted Giselle.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling, Mike looked at Jason and then back at Alex once again. “Your welcome!” he said, “You should be really happy I did, too. I knew you wouldn’t do anything abo-”&lt;br /&gt;He was cut by Alex’s sudden fit of laughter. Jason couldn’t help but laugh with him because it was so random. Andrew just looked confused about the whole situation, so he continued eating his yogurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raising a brow, Mike looked at the two laughing men and wonder why the hell they were laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Giselle is really nice and really pretty, but mostly nice…” Alex said as his laughter died down. Jason shook his head and looked at Mike, “I think he’s a little love struck, or smitten maybe.” “Smitten more than likely” They whispered to each other as they watched Alex continue cooking. He went at it for another thirty minutes until he had things in the oven and on the stove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike, Jason, and Andrew had finished their Pinkberry’s and they came to conclusion that Alex was in fact smitten. Smitten with Giselle, a girl that he barely knew, but couldn’t stop thinking about. The only bad thing about it was that Mike was maybe just a tad, no a little bitty bit jealous. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 01:06:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>part number 6 (:</title>
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  <description>oh alex/giselle. alex is quite awkward&lt;br /&gt;and giselle is...giselle? idk. XD enjoy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why was it that he had to go to Pinkberry for the guys when they could go by themselves. Alex parked the Jeep in the parking lot and walked inside. The keys jingling as he strolled inside the bright store. He walked straight to the counter, only to be stopped by a familiar face besides him. It was Giselle standing there in front of the cashier, order a acai berry yogurt with granola on top. His eyes widened as he stood a few feet away. Why was she here? Of all times her had to go here for the guys, she had to be here? How was this even possible? Wait. Alex thought for a second, it was all clicking his head. The neurons were connecting up in his brain for once! Mike did all of this! He must of somehow got into his phone and texted Giselle and told her to be here! Alex closed his mouth, realizing that he was jaw-dropped at the site of Giselle, who was now walking away; her leather boots clicking on the titled floor and her hips swaying for left to right in that girlish way. Alex looked back up at the cashier who had been saying “Sir?” numerous times, Alex was just too mesmerized to notice. “Oh Sorry. Um. Hold on.” he said and walked towards Giselle who was now sitting at a small round table by herself. She sure did like sitting alone. Alex smirked as he sat himself down in the seat in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Funny seeing you again!” he said, a goofy grin appearing on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle looked up from her bowl, “You invited me here,” she said with a small smile. Of course Alex really didn’t, it was more of Mike’s doing, but oh well. Alex was here now and she was here so Mike did a good job at setting this all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex nodded, “Oh ya! I did didn’t I?” he laughed nervous, running a hand through his spiked hair. “So, how are you today?” He was getting all nervous again! Why was this happening? He never, ever got this way around girls. Weather they were ten years old, twenty years old or one hundred years old, he never worried about it, but sitting here with Giselle was something weird. He didn’t know what to do and he was already thinking of things to say to her, like playing scenarios in his head of the right words to say and how to say them. This was all just really awkward to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle smiled once again, “I’m doing good,” she told him, “A bit tired and slightly annoyed, but good!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tired and annoyed, that doesn’t sound good.” Alex raised an eyebrow, wondering why she was like this. He was being awfully nosey, but he wasn’t really asking Giselle and expressing his nosiness, which was good in this situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle nodded, “Ya, but it’s all my sisters fault. Chauffeuring her to dance class, shopping and soccer practice all in one morning is pretty tiring. Especially when she has a recital soon and a regional tournament coming up. The practices are ridiculous.” She then looked over at her purse as she heard it vibrate. It was probably her sister, but she simply ignored it and looked at Alex, who didn’t seem to even notice. He just smiled and nodded. Giselle had to admit, his smile was pretty perfect and he was quite good looking too. So, add those to things together and Giselle was looking at a really hot guy, something she hadn’t stumbled upon in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a moment of silence, a very awkward moment of silence, Giselle finally said, “Where are your friends?” Alex blinked. Oh ya! He was supposed to be running an errand here and getting food. “Um. They’re back at home.” he said, “They made me come here to get them stuff. As usual.” Giselle raised an eyebrow, “I thought you were going to come here anyways?” Alex too raised a brow, “I was?” he questioned. Was this girl psychic or something? “Yaaa….” Giselle was slightly confused, but she remained subtle about it. Alex just nodded, “Ok then…” he shrugged and looked up at the now forming line. “Uh, I think I should go. The lines getting longer and I think the guys are getting hungry.” He stood up from the table, looking down at Giselle. This was like déjà vu. He left her when they were at the bar and now he was leaving here?! Alex really needed to figure out a way to talk to her more without having to flake out. Giselle smiled, “Ah, don’t keep the gentlemen waiting on their precious Pinkberry.” She giggled to herself, “I have to go too. I have to go pick up my sister. I’ll see you around?” Alex nodded, “Ya, I’ll see you around. Here. Or where ever I’d see you. Around…” Giselle laughed, “Ya.” she said and walked to the door. Alex watched her and then hopped in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Alex was pretty Dating-ly Challenged</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 21:25:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>part five !</title>
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  <description>mike is even sneakier XD and&lt;br /&gt;alex is clueless. (: enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mike strummed his guitar as he watched Alex and Jason stare at the cell phone in Alex’s hand. Were they seriously waiting for a text? He rolled his eyes and put the guitar down and walked over to the table were the two patient guys sat. “She isn’t going to text you back, Alex.” Jason shot a glare at Mike. He looked at Alex who seemed to be zoned out and hadn’t heard Michael’s comment. “Don’t crush his little heart, Mike” Jay said jokingly. Alex looked up from the screen of his cell phone. “What?” he looked confused and a little out of it. It was obviously the affects of the hangover he had this morning. Jay and Mike laughed and shook their heads. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Hey aren’t we going shopping today?” Andrew asked as he waltz into the living room, “’Cause I swear I wore this shirt two days ago…”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“We’re going shopping?!” Alex said excitedly, a grin on his face as he turned off his Blackberry and put it on the table.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“We are. You’re not.” Michael said bluntly. Jason looked at him with a confused look. Michael looked at him and Andrew, giving a look that said “follow along”. They seemed to understand. Mike looked back at Alex, “You are going to get lunch for us,” he smiled. Alex’s smile went away, “Why me?” he gestured to himself, slightly disappointed that he couldn’t go shopping for new clothes. “Because.” Andrew looked at the clock, “Oh what do you know! It’s 12 o’clock. Jay, isn’t that usually when we get lunch?!” Jason laughed, “Yup” Mike nodded in agreement. With a sigh, Alex stood up, “Fine…” he walked towards the front door of their apartment. “Are you guys in the mood for Subway?” The other three looked at him. “No.” they said in unison. Jason quickly looked at Mike, “What do we want?” he whispered. Mike thought for a second. He had to think up a place that Giselle would go to. “Um. We want…Pinkberry” Andrew looked at him, giving a funny look. “Pinkberry?” he questioned quietly. Mike nodded with a smile, “Yes, Pinkberry. You know what we like Alex. Now go on.” Alex shook his head and grabbed the keys to the Jeep. He then walked to the front door and out to go on the Pinkberry adventure.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Still in the apartment, Mike looked over at the table. Alex left his phone sitting there. Dimwit. Mike grabbed it and went through the numbers. “343-8930” he mumbled to himself as he typed in the numbers.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“What are you doing?” Jason asked, leaned over the table, looking at the screen. Andrew joined in, peering over Mike’s head and down at the screen. “Setting Alex up,” Mike told him, his fingers dancing on the keyboard of the Blackberry. He pressed the send button and put the phone down. “Alex is too stupid to text that girl Giselle, so I texted her for him. Now I’m setting him up on a date with her, though he doesn’t know that, obviously.” Jason laughed, “That’s pretty funny.” “And brilliant!” Andrew added. Mike nodded, “I know, I know” he grinned. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The cell phone on the table buzzed and the screen let up with the message:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“i can b there in 5 mins. see u - giselle”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mike grinned devilishly, “Looks like Alex is going on a date.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Andrew through up his arms, “But he better not forget my pomegrante Pinkberry!” he exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jason and Mike shook their heads and walked to the living room. Andrew killed the moment.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 21:58:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>part four (:</title>
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  <description>my laptop decided to be nice and let me post. how sweet.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, here it is. mike is so sneaky XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes when there was alcohol involved, the guys are carried away and drank a little too much, besides Andy. He seemed like he was always the designated driver for the other three. They all got home last night though and that was the most important thing because if they weren’t ok, then management would probably tell them to stop drinking and quite frankly, they didn’t want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Alex was the first to wake up this morning. Nothing out of the ordinary. He was usually the first awake every morning and every morning he made a pot of coffee for the other three. Getting out of his bed, he walked out of the bedroom that he shared with Mike and down the hallway to the kitchen area. He went about his routine of getting the coffee out, measuring how to put in the maker, adding the hot water and pushing the start button. He didn’t it so many time he could do it with his eyes closed, but he wouldn’t really want to, that would be dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Spinning around, he walked to the couch and plopped himself down, putting his feet up on the coffee table. His eyes were caught by a paper sitting there next to his feet that looked familiar. His lanky arm reached out and his long fingers grabbed a hold of it. He flipped it over to see the phone number and name on it. “Giselle…” he said quietly to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who’s Giselle?” a voice rang through the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex looked up, seeing Mike walk from the hallway and over to the couch, sitting down next to him. “Is she that girl at the bar you were talking to yesterday?” he asked. Alex nodded. He was going to lie and say it was a fan or something, but he wasn’t that great of a liar and Mike knew that, so Alex spared himself from anything smart-arse comment from Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike snatched the paper from Alex’s hand and looked at it. “Hmmm.” he thought for a moment. “I think we should give this girl a wake up call.” He reached over the arm rest of the couch to grab his cell phone from the coffee table. “NO! NO NO NO!” Alex said loudly, jumping over him. He quickly snatched the cell phone from Mike’s hand and tosses it on the coffee table on his side of the couch. “I’m am not going to call her!” he told Mike, his voice very serious and hinted his lack of courage to do it. He looked down at Mike’s hand that still held the paper and snatched it from him as well. Mike laughed. “You are such a wuss. The least you could do is text her.” He looked at Alex who eyed the cell phone. “Ya, but what would I say? ‘Hey last night was awkward‘?” Alex wasn’t following Mike’s idea here. He knew Mike would text a girl who gave him her number because he’s such a damn flirt. That’s how he got every girls number he spoke to. But, Alex wasn’t like him. A tease, maybe. A flirt, no. Mike snatched the phone off the table. “Allow me to show you,” he said. “Hey Giselle. This is Alexander from last night. Just wanted to say how lovely it was talking to you.” he said, as he typed it out on the screen. Alex watched closely. Mike smirked, “and I apologize for not introducing to my amazing friend Michael Bruno. SEND!” “MIKE!” Alex yelled, taking the phone away from him. Mike laughed hysterically, almost falling off the couch. Alex wasn’t as pleased with what was sent. He tried everything to get the message to not send, but it was too late. With a pissed off face, he put the phone on the coffee table and stormed off into the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike didn’t feel bad about it, he found it quite funny. When his laughter subsided, he sat there on the couch in the silence. Jay and Andy were still sleeping obviously. He was shocked they didn’t wake up because of Alex’s tantrum. But, the silence was broken when he heard the buzzing of Alex’s cell phone on the table. Mike looked up at the doorway. Alex wasn’t there and there was no sign of him coming out of the bedroom. So, Mike reached over and grabbed the phone. His big doe eyes looked down at the screen and saw the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“haha. it was nice talking to u too. and it’s no problem&lt;br /&gt;with mike. talking to u was more fun - giselle”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike rolled his eyes and put the phone on the table again. Seriously, Alex was so oblivious to the fact that he was a idiot when it came to relationships. This Giselle girl seemed nice and he was off in the room being a wuss and acting like a scared little girl. If it were him in his shoes, he’d be planning a date right now. What a brilliant idea. Mike grabbed the phone and went to typing. “are u doing anything later? the guys are going shopping today and i think i’m going 2 skip out. u free?” he pressed the send button. Within a minute or two a message popped up on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“i‘ll have to check. but i think i can - i don’t have to take care of my sis today. thx 4 asking. (:”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike raised an eye brow, wondering what she meant by taking care of her sister. He let that thought go away and he went to thinking about how he’d plan this out. How would he get Alex to pass up a chance to go shopping for new clothes?&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 22:13:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i&apos;m on a roll XD</title>
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  <description>i actually had half of this done yesterday, i&lt;br /&gt;just finished it today, so here it is (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alex couldn’t take it any longer. The site of that girl sitting all alone killed him and&lt;br /&gt;the sad expression on her face was just adding to the internal torture building up inside of him. Looking at the guys, he smirked, “I’m gonna go get a drink.” he told them as he stood. Mike nodded, “And you’re going to go talk to that girl and try and get her number and fail.” he mumbled. Alex wapped him in the back of the head with his free hand that wasn’t digging in the pocket of his skinny jeans. “Don’t hate…” he said and started walking up to the bar. The bartender stood there, looking bored as he watched the band on stage. Alex wasn’t focused on him though. His eyes were on this mysterious girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Sitting at the bar stool next to her, he told the bartender what he wanted and turned his body to face the young lady beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello there,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl didn’t give him a chance to say anything else besides his greeting. She looked at him with her chocolate brown eyes and said very sternly, “If you’re trying to hit on me or trying to somehow get me drunk and get me to have sex with you, I suggest you find another girl..” she looked around the somewhat empty building, “Not that that’s possible…” She shook her head. Alex smiled, “I’m not trying to do any of that.” he assured. The girl gave him a look that he wasn’t sure of it’s mean. She just nodded and took a sip of her wine.  Alex was sort of taken aback by her actions. Most girls would have been all over him by now, but he figured this girl wasn’t like them at all -- how refreshing. He looked away from her for a minute as the bartender came back with his glass of scotch. He paid him and looked back at the mysterious girl again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you here by yourself?” he asked, not sounding too nosey, more like curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yep,” she glanced at him and put her glass down on the marble counter top, “And you are here with your friends over there who are watching you, I’m guessing?” Her freshly manicured fingers gesturing towards Mike, Jason and Andrew who were watching non-chalantly. Alex furrowed his brow as he glared at them. They were so nosey! No wonder none of them had girlfriends, they were always trying to get into each others business, which wasn’t necessarily bad, just an annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ya, they are my friends…” he looked away from the three goons and towards…um…he didn’t even know her name. “Oh, um, what’s your name? I’m Alex. I forgot to ask you and tell my name. How rude of me.” he made a face as he realized how that sentence was not only awkward but made very little sense. With a smile, the girl finally turned to face him fully. “I’m Giselle,” she told him, her smile faded after that. It seemed like every time she smiled it was temporary and didn’t last long at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Giselle…” Alex repeated to himself quietly. “It’s nice to meet you, Giselle.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And it’s nice to meet you Alex Noyes.” Giselle replied with a smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex raised an eyebrow. “Whoa. Wait. You know who I am?” he asked, very confused, which wasn’t that socking. After all, it is Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle nodded. “Yep and Mike, Jason and Andrew are over there.” She looked at them again, noticing that they weren’t looking over at her and Alex anymore. She looked at Alex once again, “My younger sister went to a Jonas Brothers concert and saw you guys. She said you and Mike are her favorites, but mind you she’s only seven.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex blushed lightly, “Oh. Thanks I guess.” He felt slightly embarrassed that he made himself look a little stupid, but in a sense he was glad he did because he got her to talk to him. “Your welcome,” Giselle said, sipping her wine again. Alex watched her intently, but looked away when her eyes met his. Giselle still seemed depressed and as much as Alex wanted to investigate to reasons why she as, he didn’t want to make  her think he was some creeper, much like she thought he was moments ago. He looked back over at the guys and then Giselle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shouldn’t you be over there talking to them?” Giselle asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, ya, but…” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But what?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex grabbed the glass of scotch, “I actually wanted to come talk to you. You looked really lonely over here and they were being, well, them and discussing the concert next week and ya, I was getting bored…and thirsty so I came over here to talk to you.” Giselle chuckled, “How kind of you.” she said, “but I think should go talk to your friends. They look just as lonely as I was apparently looking.” Was she shooing him away? Alex wasn’t sure, butshe was right. He should be over there talking to the guys. They had a big concert next week and everything. So, he stood up and grabbed the glass. Looking down at her, he smiled, “Well, it was nice talking to you Giselle.” he said. Giselle peered up at him, “It was nice talking to you too, Alex” she said. Alex’s smile got bigger, if that was even possible for him. He walked towards the table where the guys were thinking he sounded really stupid to Giselle. Mike or Jay could probably argue that he acted stupid all the time, but that was irrelevant now. He didn’t know why, but she made him nervous, which was strange.  No girl had ever made him nervous before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he strolled across the room, he looked over his shoulder, seeing Giselle talking to that bartender. He shook his head and sat back down next to Mike. How could she be so quiet to him and then talk to the bartender like she’s known him for years? Alex shook the thought away and looked at his friends. The three guys were silent for a minute before Mike spoke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, did you get rejected?” he asked with a wide grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did she totally blow you off?” Jason asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex rolled his eyes, “No.” he said, drinking some of his scotch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew, Mike and Jason looked at each other and shrugged. “Anyways,” Mike said, “We have tons of ideas for Irving Plaza next week. We think you should do the Gayne Wetsky.” Alex nodded, “I can do that,” he smiled. Mike and the other two got into conversation again, which gave Alex a chance to glance over his shoulder at the bar area. Much to his surprised, Giselle wasn’t there. He raised an eyebrow and looked around the room. Where did she go? His eyes looked frantic for a moment as he looked every which way until his search was interrupted by Mike. “Would you stop looking for that girl…” he said with a bit of a laugh. Alex looked over his shoulder at Mike. “I’m not looking for her…” he tried to lie, but he wasn’t really that good at it. When ever he lied he always ended up smiling for no reason. Like right now, he couldn’t control the curving of his lips into the crooked smile of his. Noticing it, Mike nodded, “Sureeee.” Making a frustrated face, Alex got up again and walked to the bar, the bartender moving towards him. Meeting halfway, the bartender stopped him with a firm hand on his shoulder. “You Alex?” he asked. A bit of intimidation ran through Alex. This bartender was not a small guy, even though he was slightly shorter than he was. The stocky guy’s arm looked about as big as Alex’s tiny waist and that was just scary. Alex nodded, slightly hesitating, “Ya, um, where di-” he was interrupted by the bartender. “Here,” he handed Alex a piece of paper and walked back to the bar area. Alex looked down at the paper and flipped it over revealing the message on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“343-8930&lt;br /&gt;   xxx Giselle”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex smiled to himself, putting the paper in his pocket. Goal accomplished.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 20:29:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>a part two?! OMGZ.</title>
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  <description>so here is part 2 of the lovely fanfic i&apos;m&lt;br /&gt;writing (: includes hs and some jody and a&lt;br /&gt;new girl haha. enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dinner they had was nice. Jason thought it was especially nice since the waitress Jody was there and came to the table every so often to refill their drinks and make sure the food was okay. When they were done, Alex, Mike and Andy got up and walked outside, leaving Jason with the tip as usual. He would have usually did a little pissed, but he wasn’t today. He actually left a generous tip to Jody as well as his number. Oh ya, he was quite cheesy but he thought that maybe she’d call him. He hoped she would. Hearing Mike yell something from the door, Jason quickly walked his way and out to the Jeep where Alex and Andrew already were. Alex was texting on his iPhone and Andrew was sitting in the drivers seat looking bored. Jason and Mike got inside and Mike started putting in the address to that music bar thing that he wanted to go to. Alex looked up as the car started  moving, startled by the jerk. Jason laughed a bit. Alex was pretty funny and he didn’t know it half of the time which made it even funnier when he did or said things. A lot of fans also called him a tease and he obviously knew that. Alex was always doing something on stage that some people would question, but that is just how he was and girls seemed to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;	Andrew pulled up to the beloved music bar thing that Mike still wasn’t sure what it was called. He was the first out and he walked quicker than the others inside. The atmosphere inside was pretty chill and slightly gloomy, but not in a bad way. It was the type of gloom that bars had about them which made them enjoyable, to Mike at least. He walked to the bar and got himself a scotch (like any gentlemen would) and sat down at a table. Alex, Andrew and Jason filed in together and sat with him. They didn’t get a drink just yet, but Mike was sure they would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, this place is nice.” said Mike, looking around the dim area and up at the stage where a band was playing a random song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ya, it’s kind of like the venues we’ve been playing, only minus the screaming girls…and guys…weird.” Andrew said, shaking his head has he thought about that guy at the Filmore a few days ago that was screaming “I LOVE YOU GUYS!” outside with those girls doing the honor roll incorrectly. Very strange, yet very funny. Mike smirked, “That was pretty awkward.” he told him, “I’ve seen a lot of girls at the shows but never a guy.” What made it even more awkward was the fact he was wearing a Honor Society shirt with there faces on it. The thought could make them all cringe a little bit inside, but a fan is a fan and they loved them all. Where would they be with out them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	They then got into conversation about their upcoming shows. Next week was Irving Plaza and they were all very excited to be going home to the Tri-State area. They talked about doing a breakfast with fans and doing some fun stuff at sound check, but one member was slightly distracted through out the whole conversation. That person being Alex. His bright blue eyes were pointed towards the bar area where he saw a girl sitting by herself. She looked somewhat troubled, like something was worrying her. She looked lonely, too. The only friend she had was the glass of wine next to her. Somehow Alex felt something inside of him that wanted to go talk to her and make her feel better, but he stayed in his seat next to Mike. Though he was listening to there conversation still, he was doing a good job of watching the beautiful brunette girl out of the corner of his eyes. By the end of tonight, he was only to make one less lonely girl in the world. It was a goal he was determined to accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 23:43:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>one less lonely girl : and epic hs fanfic</title>
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  <description>so this is my first fanfic. it&apos;s honor society,&lt;br /&gt;alex, mike, jay and andy as well as other people,&lt;br /&gt;like giselle and jody (: it&apos;s pretty much g to pg.&lt;br /&gt;idk if it&apos;ll ever get passed that. but enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Gents rarely got days like this anymore. Days where they could go out and chill in Los Angeles without worrying about sound checks and everything that goes along with being on tour. It wasn’t that they hated it, they just needed a well deserved break. So, tonight they were going to dinner and then go to some new bar that Mike saw the other day when they were driving around. He of coarse jumped over Jason in the backseat pointing at the place yelling “OH MY GOSH WE HAVE TO GO THERE SOMETIME GUYS!” So that was the plan for tonight. Now all they had to do was get Alex to stop worrying about how his hair looked. Seriously, the guy didn’t know how good looking he was and he was all the time fussing about how his hair looked weird. But, the other guys never said a word and let him spend hours in the bathroom getting his foe hawk perfectly symmetrical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ALEX! COME ON!” yelled Mike as Jason and Andrew walked towards the doorway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“COMING! I PROMISE! I‘M C-” before Alex could finish his sentence he had found himself tripping over himself and stumbling over. Smooth as he was, he got up quickly and shook it off. “Sorry,” he said to the other guys as he walked pass them and out in the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Mike, Jay and Andrew restrained themselves from laughing at him and only shook there heads as they followed him to the elevator. Once they were all inside, Andrew pressed the floor level button and of course he had to start some kind of conversation between the four of them. “I miss touring already.” he said, his tone a bit sad. Alex looked at him, “You miss it? It’s not like we aren’t touring anymore. I mean, we’ll be on the road again next week.” he told him as the doors of the elevator doors opened up to the lobby of their apartment building. Andrew nodded, “Ya. That’s true.” he looked at them for a minute now walking out to there Jeep. “And we’re going to New York next week!” Jason added cheerfully with a big grin on his face. He always liked going back to New York, it was like a big homecoming party for them. It seemed like the whole state of New York came to Irving Plaza every time they were playing there so he was excited to play there and he knew Mike was too, but he was probably hiding his excitement in an attempt to be subtle and cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	The ride to the restaurant wasn’t long, in fact it was only about ten minutes. Once Andy parked the Jeep, the four of them filed out and inside. Mike spoke to the lady at the counter while the other three looked around. Alex was staring and he could tell because his stomach kept growling which caused Jason to laugh at him. The lady at the counter led them to a where they seated themselves and before they could say anything to each other a waitress showed up. Her big bright smile caught the eyes of Jason, as well as her eyes and hair and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi! I’m Jody and I’ll be your waitress tonight. What can I get you guys to drink?” the girl asked, still smiling. They ordered a variety of drinks. Alex got a coffee and Mike got a glass of wine while Andrew got tea. The only one left was Jason who was obviously not paying attention. So, the only way to get was to have Alex kick him in the shins and that’s exactly. “Jay!” he said sternly, “What do you want to drink?!” Mike held back a laugh as Jason jumped. Yes, he was in fact staring at Jody, the beautiful waitress. “Oh. Um. Water.” he told her awkwardly. He shot a glare to Alex who, unlike Mike, was laughing hysterically. He could be so immature sometimes, but then again, he was the youngest. He could see Jody giggling to herself, but ignored it. “Alright then, I’ll be back in a minute!” she said and walked away towards the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex grinned, “You really need to work on checking out girls without be obvious.” he told him. Jason shook his head, “Oh really…” he rolled his eyes and looked at the menu. Mike finally spoke up, “Jay, ignore Alex’s bluntness.” he said, sort of jokingly. Alex made a face and put the menu up, hiding his face. He then began looking through all of the food options. Honestly, he could probably skip out on eating even though he knew he was really hungry, but he decided that the cesaer salad would probably fill him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jody came back with the drinks and places them in front of them in the order that they ordered. She pulled a pen from her skirt and asked, “What will you guys be having tonight?” she asked. They went around telling their orders as they did earlier with the drinks, this time Jason was paying attention. Jody wrote down everything, even Andrew’s complicated order on how he wants his steak done. When she was finished, she nodded and walked back to the kitchen. Jason was thankful that she came back so quickly with Alex’s salad and then ten minutes later with the rest of their food. He seemed to have a liking for her and the other three guys could tell. Oh man, it was going to funny making fun of him for this later.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 23:19:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>lemme introduce myself (:</title>
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  <description>hey, i&apos;m danii. i&apos;ve decided to post some of my honor society&lt;br /&gt;fan fiction stories here on lj. (: i&apos;m not the best writer &lt;br /&gt;around, but i&apos;m gonna try and come up with some epic stories&lt;br /&gt;of those four amazing gents. so, i&apos;ll post like once a day or&lt;br /&gt;every other day depending on school and such. feel free to &lt;br /&gt;comment on the stories, suggest prompts and other ideas. i&apos;d&lt;br /&gt;appreciate any help i can get!</description>
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