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            <title>The Brooklyn Stage -2</title>
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            <description>&lt;b&gt;The Next Part...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui-non&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui-non&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://barefootcinderellastories.yolasite.com/blog/category/resources/resources/tbs2.jpg&quot; style=&quot;width:325px;&quot; class=&quot;yui-img&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;The NINE after party, or it's what everyone calls it the ultimate Doo-Wops after party. If Kristina can ever tell her twin, that she met Bruno Mars at a train station, or something like that, but just like in Pretty Little Liars, she lied... About the kind of guy Bruno was, when he's not all bad like his reputation with teenaged girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Fuck yeah,&quot; she laughed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Oh god, so are you Quinn, or are you Kristina?&quot; joked Ryan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Typical, Ryan. He's all about the glamor and not the attention, din't get him all wronged, but it is a good thing. Is it? Well, as statistics shows, some women would rather date, the others; the rest would rather date, the boys like Jesse McCartney, Justin Bieber, Sterling Knight and Ryan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Ry, ry, ry... Your just so funny,&quot; lied Kristina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Thanks, Kris,&quot; he smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bruno and his crew came over, and started conversating with the cast, well normally... Nobody famous would come talk to the cast, but this time, it happened. Is it because of Kristina?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Hey! Guys, I'm Bruno... This is Phil and my brother, E-Panda,&quot; Bruno smiled at Quinn and Kristina. &quot;So, which one of you played Saraghina, and which one played Carla Albanese?&quot; he looked at Kristina, &quot;Hey! Have you met before?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kristina laughed, &quot;Oh, your funny. No, we haven't, 'cause I'm not the one, you should be looking for,&quot; she thought of saying, yes, but she just couldn't, &quot;Hi! I'm Kristina, and I played Saraghina.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;And I played Clara Albanese,&quot; squealed Quinn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Oh... So, you must be Quinn,&quot; Bruno said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Uh huh,&quot; Quinn nodded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;And Kristina, can I talk to you in private?&quot; he asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Bruno! Ain't that too much,&quot; said Philip, hitting Bruno on the back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;No, it's not,&quot; he demanded, Philip and E-Panda to talk to the rest of the cast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bruno pulled Kristina towards the food table, away from her crew -- The cast of NINE. Bruno looked at her, thinking: &quot;Wow! Well, this is it, Brooklyn. I've got her&quot; He made an attempt to kiss her, but she's way too fast, just turning around for food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Hey! So, I wrote a song about you and I'm gonna preform it.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Oh, sure. Go ahead!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bruno Mars and his band got on stage. Bruno kept on looking at Kristina. Philip elbowed Bruno. &quot;Oh...&quot; he tought, and smiled at Kristina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Ok, dudes and ladies. This some is called 'Somewhere in Brooklyn', it's a little raw so shut up, and just enjoy it,&quot; he said. &quot;She was covered in leather and goooold, 21 years ooold. I lost her in the cold, it's unfair, she's out there.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bruno had lost the crowd, they started to throw stuff at him, he just ducked and covered himself. Kristina looked at him, and felt kind of sorry for him. She jumpped on stage with her normal singing voice, without the Italian accent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn,&quot; Kristina sang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Wow,&quot; he tought. &quot;She's somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn. Little Miss Perfect sitting at the train stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;red nike high tops, listening to Hip-Hop. While we were waiting started conversating, before i got her name along came a train.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Next stop Brooklyn,&quot; she ad-libbed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Now I'm lookin'. She was covered in leather and goooold, 21 years ooold. I lost her in the cold, it's unfair, she's out there. Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn. She's somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn. On the street kickin' rocks, circlin' the same block, green farm flatbush checking every corner shop. Tappin' peoples' shoulders askin' if they know her, everyday's the same it's back to the train,&quot; he sang, smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Next stop Brooklyn.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;I'm still lookin'.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;She was covered in leather and goooold, 21 years ooold. I lost her in the cold, it's unfair, she's out there,&quot; they dueted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn,&quot; she sang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;She's somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Oh-oh-oh-oh. I wonder if we’ll ever meet again. Oh-oh-oh-oh. I wonder we we’ll ever meet again. Yeah I wonder if we’ll meet again. I hope we do somewhere in Brooklyn.&quot; He sang the last verse, to her when she least expected it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She looked at the audience, who apperently hates Bruno and loves her. Very Brooklyn, but Quinn when they were throwing stuffs at Bruno tried to stop them, but she couldn't. Well, she the fan and not Kristina. Kristina just wants her big break from the theatre life, which is pure a &quot;Who Says&quot; thing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Thankyou,&quot; he mouthed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She smiled. He smiled back.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2011 22:09:12 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>The Brooklyn Stage -1</title>
            <link>http://barefootcinderellastories.yolasite.com/blog/category/resources/blog/the-brooklyn-stage-1</link>
            <description>&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://barefootcinderellastories.yolasite.com/blog/category/resources/resources/tbs1.jpg&quot; style=&quot;width:325px;&quot; class=&quot;yui-img&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've read my other stories, right? This one is about pure murder, for a girl named Kristina (Taylor Swift). Kristina and Bruno met at a Brooklyn train station. Who's to blame for the murder of Kristina? You better read this to find out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bruno Mars as Himself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taylor Swift as Kristina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui-non&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;It's all over the news,&quot; Philip says, angry at Bruno. &quot;What happened that night with Kristina?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Phil, she's dead and I can't turn back the time, because of that,&quot; says Bruno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Tell us, what happened, darling?&quot; Deena asks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Ok, fine... I'll tell y'all. What happened? Right from the very beginning,&quot; Bruno looks into their eyes, and starts telling the story. The story of Kristina and himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*~*A year ago*~*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime, he finds a girl. He will walk towards the girl and starts to talk. But everytime the girl, won't talk to him, he'll keep on talking to her. Take a hint... He needs to take a hint for once. This time, it's different. Bruno... well, he met his match. She walked to the seat, next to him -- Wearing leather and gold. She puts her purse on, her lap. She took out her iPod, and puts on a little, Snoop Dogg. He glanced at her iPod, gave her a little nod, and smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Hey, you may not know me, but I'm Bruno Mars,&quot; he said, smiling - non-stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She paused the song, that she's been listenning to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Wait, I'm so freaking out, right now,&quot; she said, rolling her eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Really?&quot; he asked her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;No, I'm not a fan, but you are cute... Hot, even,&quot; she said, thinking; what have I got myself into?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;You're not a fan... Well, baby... What's you're name?&quot; he said, looking into her eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She saw her train arriving, she unplugs and puts her iPod back into her purse. &quot;Uhh... It's a pleasure meeting you, but I really have to go,&quot; she runs into the train, without a goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Bull shit,&quot; he said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone at the train station looked. He just smiled, at everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*~*Present Day*~*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;So, the truth behind... Somewhere in Brooklyn, ay,&quot; Quinn says, leaving the room, mad at Bruno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Quinn, what the hell?&quot; he says, looking at the door slamming, behind her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;So, what's next prison?&quot; his mom asks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;No, mom... What happens next is... I try to find her in the story. My story on what really happened to Kristina,&quot; he continues with his story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*~*11 months and 3 weeks ago*~*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Brooklyn Stage is one of the best theatres in Brooklyn ever, and also the work place of the girl, that Bruno met at a train station. It was the opening night of NINE, and the cast of women, meaning the whole female ensamble got ready to go on stage. She peaked at the audience, and saw him. She quickly, stepped back and started to walk away, but as soon as she could turn around, her twin sister stopped her from going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Kristina! Where the hell, are you going?&quot; she asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Uhhh... No where? It's just... uhh...&quot; Kristina said, globbing up her sentence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;It's just, what?&quot; she said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Quinn, it's him. He's here,&quot; Kristina replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Who?&quot; she said, worried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;You'll see, Quinn. You'll see.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*~*Present Day*~*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Quinn has had slammed the door, she runs towards her car and drives, as far as she could, but she stops... Did she just remember something about her twin sister, Kristina? It can't be... Quinn, is not like that. She's the girl, that shares the spotlight with almost anyone, but a tear rushes down her face, she wipes it away and continues on driving, away.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2011 19:32:19 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Update on &quot;Before the Storm&quot;</title>
            <link>http://barefootcinderellastories.yolasite.com/blog/category/resources/blog/update-on-before-the-storm-</link>
            <description>I'm writing the new part and i'm introducing Bruno Mars into the story, as an old classmate of Jesse.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui-non&quot;&gt;So, keep checking the site for updates and the latest from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui-non&quot;&gt;Caio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui-non&quot;&gt;xox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Mon, 20 Jun 2011 19:09:31 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Hey! Y'all,</title>
            <link>http://barefootcinderellastories.yolasite.com/blog/category/resources/blog/hey-y-all-</link>
            <description>OMG! I've writing obsessively.&lt;br&gt;'Cause the third part of Pace Maker will be here soon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui-non&quot;&gt;Check it out!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui-non&quot;&gt;Cheers when love and Hate Collides,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui-non&quot;&gt;~~ Last Girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui-non&quot;&gt;xox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Sat, 14 May 2011 03:24:58 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Ekkk! New Story IDEA!</title>
            <link>http://barefootcinderellastories.yolasite.com/blog/category/resources/blog/ekkk-new-story-idea-</link>
            <description>When I was listening to My Immortal by Evanscance. I daydreamed about a story, which is another JMac story.&lt;br&gt;Yeah, yeah. I know, but he suited this one, this time. I can picture him in it, and the Vampire will be someone completely made up, and it's a Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet story, based on Shakespeare's play and completely, Sci-Fi. I can't wait!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui-non&quot;&gt;Bye! Bye!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui-non&quot;&gt;Last Girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui-non&quot;&gt;xox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Sat, 07 May 2011 16:17:46 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>I Hate You More [Introduction]</title>
            <link>http://barefootcinderellastories.yolasite.com/blog/category/resources/blog/i-hate-you-more-introduction-</link>
            <description>&lt;span&gt;&lt;font class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; face=&quot;'Segoe UI', helvetica, clean, sans-serif&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://barefootcinderellastories.yolasite.com/blog/category/resources/resources/Last Girl_I Hate You More.jpg&quot; style=&quot;width:325px;&quot; class=&quot;yui-img&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;I, Amber Cordell has just turned sixteen and still I haven't got my fangs yet.&lt;br&gt;It hasn't come in yet, I mean...
That it should've came when I turned sixteen, but not at all.
I wouldn't expect me to get bitten fourteen, and not thirteen.
I'm supposed to get the symtoms at fifteen, but no.
I have to wait for another year for the symtoms to happen, to me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Thu, 24 Mar 2011 20:12:57 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Quick Blog Post</title>
            <link>http://barefootcinderellastories.yolasite.com/blog/category/resources/blog/quick-blog-post</link>
            <description>Hey!&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui-non&quot;&gt;This is just quick and simple!&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui-non&quot;&gt;So, Should I write &quot;Protected&quot; or &quot;Accepted&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui-non&quot;&gt;Or should I decide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Tue, 22 Mar 2011 21:31:07 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Before the Storm -6</title>
            <link>http://barefootcinderellastories.yolasite.com/blog/category/resources/blog/before-the-storm-6</link>
            <description>&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;This short... Due to the funny part between Jesse and Nick.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui-non&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui-non&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://barefootcinderellastories.yolasite.com/blog/category/resources/resources/Last Girl_Before the Storm-6-.jpg&quot; style=&quot;width:325px;&quot; class=&quot;yui-img&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;The door bell rings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;I'M COMING,&quot; shouted Miley, sarcastically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miley opens the door, to find...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;What's up? Bitch,&quot; said Selena, &quot; so are ya gonna&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me in? or what?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Why did you come here?&quot; asked Miley, mad at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Well.. I just want to know. Why you said that I'm&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a lesbo to my BFFL?&quot; interrigated Selena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;You're BFFL is now. My BFFL, bitch.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Excuse me!&quot; exclaimed Selena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;You heard me,&quot; she said, in a demand to get&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selena to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selena slaps Miley across the face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Bitch,&quot; Miley replied to the slap. She grabs Selena by the hair and wiggles her head around hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selena rips Miley's backlace off her heck and body. While, Jesse and Nick talks to each other about stuffs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A/N: Selena and Miley are both still fighting at this point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;So, who did you knocked up?&quot; Jesse asked Nick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;The girl with the bra, you?&quot; Nick replies to Jesse's question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;The girl , who just got kneed on the mouth,&quot; said Jesse, &quot;WHAT? Miley, what did you do?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selena falls on the floor, coughing up blood. She keeps on coughing and starts to vomit on the floor. Miley kicks Selena on the belly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;MILEY!&quot; shouted Nick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;What I'm making her vomit even more.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;That's enough.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Well.. She started it.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;No! She didn't you did,&quot; noted Nick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Y'all enjoy you're full pathetic lives,&quot; pawned Miley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesse pickes up Miley off the floor, carries her over to the door and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Tue, 22 Mar 2011 21:30:54 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Before the Storm -5</title>
            <link>http://barefootcinderellastories.yolasite.com/blog/category/resources/blog/before-the-storm-5</link>
            <description>&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sorry! To keep y'all waiting. Here it is... Part 5 of &quot;&lt;i&gt;Before the Storm&lt;/i&gt;&quot;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui-non&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://barefootcinderellastories.yolasite.com/blog/category/resources/resources/beforethestorm5.jpg&quot; style=&quot;width:325px;&quot; class=&quot;yui-img&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selena kisses Jesse on the cheeks, but Jesse turns his head, faster than Selena could even kiss him on the cheeks. They kissed each other passionately on the lips, and pulls back, moments later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minutes passed, Jesse walked Selena home, while he was pushing Meck, who was in the stroller. When they arrived at Selena's house, She left meck with her mom to look after, until she gets back home with Jesse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;What?&quot; said Jesse, demanding an answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;I want to scream at that bitch,&quot; said Selena, angry at what Miley said about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Now, there's no point to get angry at a friend for no reason,&quot; said Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Mom, it's Miley,&quot; said Selena, leanin on the kitchen table, &quot;she lies about everything. Nick, was mine, until she came along and she's not my friend, anymore.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Why?&quot; asked Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Ok! She had Demi believing that I'm a lesbian, and me and Nick never made out, but I can tell from Demi's text message to me, what Miley told her,&quot; explained Selena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;I'll drive her to Miley's when you two are done, talking,&quot; offered Jesse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;No,&quot; yelled Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Why?&quot; screamed Selena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;We don't wanna create another fued with the Cyruses,&quot; agrued Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Damn, Miley... She's always the queen of the club, right? And we don't wanna create another fued, but she's the one that wants another fuckin' fued,&quot; said Selena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selena ran out of the house, thinking of everything. From Meck, to Jesse. Jesse came after her. She embraces herself. He grabbed her arm and kisses her passionately on the lips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;What... ya... do... that... for...&quot; she mumbled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Nothing,&quot; he said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selena smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Come on,&quot; he smiled back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Where?&quot; she asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;To Miley's that jerk,&quot; he laughed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;I like you're laugh,&quot; she confessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Well... I like you're smile,&quot; he replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesse went back inside, to grab his keys. Selena waits for him to come out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Tue, 22 Mar 2011 20:38:23 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>The Grand Reveal of the Cover</title>
            <link>http://barefootcinderellastories.yolasite.com/blog/category/resources/blog/the-grand-reveal-of-the-cover</link>
            <description>Here it is...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://barefootcinderellastories.yolasite.com/blog/category/resources/resources/Last Girl_I Hate You More.jpg&quot; style=&quot;width:325px;&quot; class=&quot;yui-img&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui-non&quot;&gt;Thanks to everyone fo this opportunity to write this story. And for the cover by artistic hand AKA CMR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Tue, 22 Mar 2011 20:09:23 +0100</pubDate>
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