[JEREMY] THAT'S WHAT MAKES YOU BEAUTIFUL

[charlotte hope knight]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: FBEFFF; border: #FFC4F3 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] baby, you light up my world like nobody else. The Words: seven-hundred-fifty-four! The Outfit: too lazyy The Notes for MARIA/JEREMY my love! Charlotte held her purse tightly as she walked toward the crowd, walking slightly on her toes as she glanced up at the beach bash banner that was strewn across two palm trees. Her bare feet sunk softly in the warm sand, as she headed to the scene, her flats in her hands. It was a nice afternoon, the sun was shining bright and the weather perfect for a promised good day. Her friends greeted her with a smile as she spoke with them excitedly, about the summer they were bound to have and how great it was to see each other on the fourth. She had held her purse close to her heart, and though she tried to distract herself by talking about the newest Katy Perry song with her girls, her mind was elsewhere, wondering where the quiet boy with the brown-hair and the nice words was. She had invited him to the Beach Bash, though it wasn't exactly the place she thought a nerd would like to spend her time, but she couldn't think of a better place where she wanted to meet her new friend. She peered around the bash, trying to look casual that she was looking for him, though she was sure it was completely obvious. Had she made a fool of herself in the chat room? Charlotte wondered, turning back to her friends with an attempted smile. Charlotte was wearing a simple white summer dress over a bikini, though she hadn't really intended to swim that day. Her slightly reddish-blonde hair fell down her shoulders in soft curls, which she had spent all morning trying to perfect. Was it silly to get all worked about a boy that she had only met once? Especially since it seemed to her that maybe they all would ever be, was friends. But Charlotte was always like that, always going in for things too fast, and trying despite understanding the odds of failure. That was what made her who she was-- her upbeat, peppy, optimistic attitude, and her sweet demeanor. And so maybe sometimes she fell hard or loved too quickly or was a little naive-- but she was Charlotte. She remembered back briefly in freshman year, when she was completely infatuated with a junior named Mav, who she had convinced herself that he actually felt the same way. Her hope had blinded her to what everyone else saw-- their fling was one-sided. She didn't understand it until she saw him one day, glancing at a girl like she was his world-- a look that he had never given her. So they had broke it off, and though the breakup was a little hard on her, Charlotte was ready to get out there and start dating again. She smiled as she resolved that no matter what, she would never change who she was for anyone. "What's got you in a twist?" her best friend asked her, poking her in the side. Had she really been dazing off in space for so long? Charlotte looked up suddenly, seeming to come back to earth. What was she doing, thinking so much about her past on this beautiful summer day? Today was for enjoying, with the music playing and all the people dancing and the friends laughing. This was definitely not a time to get sentimental and philosophical. She almost laughed at herself for being so ridiculous. "There's nothing wrong!" she exclaimed with a bright white smile on her face. "I'm ready to dance!" Charlotte laughed as she pulled out one of her best friends out on the dance floor. Charlotte was a good dancer-- anyone who knew her knew that, but sometimes when she was on the wooden platform on a casual event such as a beach bash, she didn't follow any choreography and just let her body flow with the rhythm. Her arms and legs met the beat with perfection that only a trained dancer like her could possibly attain. When the song was over, she laughed, twirling off the dance floor and glancing around for the boy she was waiting for. As she headed over to get some punch, a thought crossed her mind. Her heart dropped as she realized-- he definitely was not obligated to show up. She wondered if he would blow her off, if she was just a fool to think that he would ever show the slightest interest in her. She looked down at her feet, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. "I'm such an idiot," she muttered to herself. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[jeremy nathan brooks]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,5px,true][atrb=style, background-color: #ededed; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; width: 390px, bTable][atrb=vAlign,top][classy=postysoy][classy=contento][style=letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 2px solid #ededed; font-size: 8px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px;]{ YOU AND ME, LIGHT IT UP }[/style]Jeremy sighed as he tried to tame his hair into something somewhat presentable, something he didn't usually do. He usually tried to be invisible, melding into the crowds, observing but not really being an active participant in life. He liked being a shadow. But today, that wasn't what he was going to be. He had made a new friend before on the chat and she had invited him to the fourth of July beach party thing, something he wouldn't actually be going to if it wasn't for the fact that she had invited him. Frowning, he decided to give up on his hair, make plans to get it cut soon, and hope she didn't think it was absolutely preposterous and didn't want to hang out with him; she didn't seem like the type of girl that would do that but you never knew. He grabbed his keys and some money, and went to his mom's room to tell her where he was going. He knew she'd be surprised but pleased, she was always trying to get him to be more of an active participant in life. She had always been somewhat of a rowdy girl and having such a passive kid had never worked out well for her. She had learned to live with it over the years but he saw every pained look he'd get when his mom asked him if he was going to 'this party' or 'that party' and he always said no. She had asked a week earlier if he was going to the beach bash and had received a negative answer, she'd probably be astonished that his plans had changed. Getting to the beach was no problem, his mom had offered to take him and pick him up later, looking so excited he hadn't been able to say no; finding the girl was going to be the problem. He didn't really know how she looked, having only seen her in a tiny icon, and didn't have her cellphone. He slowly walked towards the refreshments table to get some drink he could sip on while he looked for her, hoping to have an epiphany when he saw her and realizing it was her from the first glance. Leaning against a weird totem pole thing, he caught sight of a cute girl dancing her heart out on the dance floor. He remembered the girl, Charlotte, having said something about dacing being her passion... If she danced half as well as this girl did, she certainly had a lot of talent. When she suddenly stopped dancing and started approaching the table he was standing next to, he frowned. She looked familiar, maybe it was her? He saw her suddenly look nervous and unhappy, and decided to talk to her before he chickened out. When he was near enough, he heard her mutter to herself something that sounded like 'I'm such an idiot', he suddenly hoped it wasn't the girl he had made plans to see here because then it would mean he had been the one to upset her. He stepped near and cleared his throat, trying to make his voice loud enough for her to hear."Um... Hi, Charlotte? Is that you?" His mind was spinning, he didn't know what to hope for anymore. Did he wish it was her or not? Half his mind said yes, so he hadn't just embarrassed himself completely and ridiculously by asking this girl if she was the one he was looking for. The other half said no, because he didn't want to have upset her and he wasn't good at dealing with drama... That's what he got for fraternizing with the preps though. He gulped and took another step closer, feeling a lot less confident but he wasn't about to back out now. "I'm Jeremy, the guy on the chat? Um... You're cute and an amazing dancer and I was just hoping she was you because she was really nice too and um... Sorry, I'm blabbering." He blushed and clamped his mouth shut, grabbing his hands behind his back and looking down at his shoes; he waited for the girl to respond feeling like his heart was in his throat and his brain was back at home. [/classy][/classy]

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[charlotte hope knight]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: FBEFFF; border: #FFC4F3 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] baby, you light up my world like nobody else. The Words: seven hundred, even. The Outfit: too lazyy The Notes for MARIA/JEREMY my love! Charlotte threw her plastic cup in the trash, though even though she had probably drank her body weight in punch out of nervousness, her throat still felt extremely dry. Perhaps she had gotten her hopes up too much – that was something Charlotte was used to, getting her hopes up and having them smashed down. That was just the type of person she was, someone who looked forward to something so excitedly that she was often let down in the end, because of her high hopes. She almost wanted to smack herself for being so silly, such a dreamer. But as she was about to return back to her friends, she heard a soft, clearly male voice next to him, uttering her name in a question. Surprised, she turned around to face the one person she had been waiting for. Charlotte seemed to be speechless, as she glanced at him in wonder, was it possible for someone to be cuter in person? His hair was slightly messy, though as it almost fell in his eyes, it seemed a little too long, though she found that very attractive. She restrained herself from reaching out and smoothing down his hair and pushing the bangs away from his eyes, as she looked up at him and his blue eyes. The height difference wasn’t excessive, but still as he stood next to her, he seemed to be a head taller than her. She tried to focus on the words he was saying, but all she could think about was how beautiful his voice was, especially when he was having trouble formulating his words. She smiled to herself as he complimented her and nervously tried to apologize for it. She found it really cute, the way he seemed just as nervous to see her as she was to see him. She felt butterflies in her stomach as she replied, her voice sweet and peppy as usual, but not as sure, “Yeah, I’m Charlotte!” she replied, enthusiastically, twirling slightly in her white dress as she leaned up on our tiptoes in an attempt to make up for her height. She reached up and gave him a tight hug, energetically. “It’s so nice to finally meet you,” Charlotte said genuinely, pulling away from him and getting back on her feet. She laughed as pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “Thanks, I think you’re really cute too,” she said, a bright smile on her face, clasping her hands together in front of her tightly. She couldn’t help but feel butterflies in her stomach as she talked to him, her stomach twisting and turning as she tried to play off her nervousness by being her usual self. She felt that if he liked her enough from the chat to come to the Beach Bash, then she didn’t have to change himself to be around him, and that made her feel better. “But you already knew that, didn’t you?” A giggle escaped her as she straightened out her dress. She had had crushes before, she’d understood this feeling where her heart was beating faster than usual and her palms felt a little more sweaty, and her eyes didn’t want to stop looking at a person, but experiencing it all over again, felt exhilarating. “I hope I don’t mess this up,” she thought, though Charlotte had felt that she had had way too many relationships that gone awry, that it was time she just had fun with things. And she wouldn’t mind being with the guy in front of her for the Beach Bash, that was for sure She glanced out on the dance floor of all the teenagers dancing along to the fast, up-beat tempo music, suddenly feeling the urge to get back on. It was what defined her, her dancing, and she wondered if Jeremy would appreciate that side of her. But dancing would have to wait, because she was really anxious to get to know who Jeremy really was, and not behind the computer screen. “Hey, let’s take a walk on the beach,” she suggested, taking his wrist in her hand, always the direct one. “I want to get to know you more,” she told him, honestly. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[jeremy nathan brooks]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,5px,true][atrb=style, background-color: #ededed; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; width: 390px, bTable][atrb=vAlign,top][classy=postysoy][classy=contento][style=letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 2px solid #ededed; font-size: 8px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px;]{ YOU AND ME, LIGHT IT UP }[/style]If there was one thing Jeremy didn't have much experience in, it was the girl department. Sure, he had a lot of friends who were girls who seemed to love him and his mom never got especially mad with him but to be truthful... Jeremy had only liked one girl in his whole life. Well, as far as he could remember anyway. May-Ann Jenkins, the youngest person alive to become a royal... Apparently. He could still remember the nice girl she'd been before, a girl he really missed. He rememebered how she used to talk to him, used to be close friends with him even though he was a measly little nobody... Much like he was right now. Anyway, now was not the time to think about how much she'd changed and how much their relationship had changed. Jeremy had to move on, Maya wasn't the type to like him much... Not anymore anyway. But that wasn't completely bad, because right in front of him was a girl who was very pretty and very nice and she seemed like someone with whom he could get along perfectly. Usually, girls like Charlotte weren't girls who would give him a second glance. Pretty, popular, fun, nice, friendly... He could go off for hours talking about why it was weird that she wanted to be here, right now with him, not that he was complaining or anything. It was always fun to try new things, and getting to know a popular girl was something new for him. Hey, adventures are good and fun right? He didn't know what would happen with her; would they become good friends, would the actually date? Who knows? All Jeremy could do was wait and see, live in the moment, live life. Something he usually never did. Sticking to the sidelines is the way he is, he usually watches drama but wasn't part of it. And it was about time that he did! His mother was always telling him that he should go out more, be more active as a teenager, that he'd never get these years back to make stupid mistakes like teenagers. He really hoped this wasn't one of those mistakes, it sure didn't feel like one. He saw her glance out to the dance floor and was about to offer going to dance, even though he sucked at it when she grabbed his wrist and asked him for a walk. Relieved he said yes, and feeling a bit gutsy, he pulled his wrist out of her hand and put his own hand in it. "Holding wrists is for losers." He winked at her to let her know he was joking and started walking down the beach, careful not to trip or stumble as he tended to do when he was nervous. "Um... Getting to know each other... Should we play a game like twenty questions or something? Or is that too cliche? To tell you the truth, I've never done anything like this." He smiled at her softly before looking down at his feet once more. "Charlotte... Is this a date? Like, I thought it was but I don't want to just assume things and come out as an ass you know?" He gulped a bit nervously, and prayed to whatever God was listening to him at the moment to give him good luck with the first girl that had ever been interested in him. Trying to make the night into an incredible and fun memory, Jeremy did the only thing he knew how to do. He started spewing random fun facts about things that other people thought were stupid but he thought were actually fascinating. "Did you know that 25% of a human body's bones are in it's feet? Did you know that the brain is much more active at night than during the day? Did you know that the brain itself cannot feel pain? I... Um..." It took a conscious effort on his part and mentally counting from one to fifty backwards to stop himself from continuing and giving the girl a chance to answer. Cheeks blushing, he asked once more. "So... Am I that asshole or not?" [/classy][/classy]

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Notes: I think you'll like it i hope MEEEEEKAAAA I LOOOOOVEEE YOUUUUUUU /caffeine high at 4 am yay!

[charlotte hope knight]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: FBEFFF; border: #FFC4F3 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] baby, you light up my world like nobody else. The Words: seven hundred seventy-four. The Outfit: too lazyy The Notes for MARIA/JEREMY my love! Could she be in over her head? Definitely, she figured as she glanced down at her feet as she walked, feeling so nervous, she felt like she could suffocate with the lump rising in her throat. She had never quite felt this way, usually words came to Charlotte easily, she was effortlessly able to carry a conversation without thinking about how she sounded like or what the other person thought of her – childlike confidence. But around Jeremy, she felt more self-conscious, wanting to say the right thing and wanting to impress him, making him like her the way she liked him right now. Charlotte glanced over at Jeremy bashfully, a small smile still on her face as she studied him. He was beautiful, she’d give him that, his tousled hair, his pretty eyes, how he was taller than her and the way he walked. Every little miniscule thing about him seemed to make her like him even more, the way he seemed to look off in the distance in deep thought, which she wished she could ask him what he was thinking of, but she knew it wasn’t the right time or the right place. He seemed to have a random burst of confidence, surprising her, as she looked up at him with wide eyes when he took her hand in his. She gave him a big smile as she looked down at their hands, now joined together, as she felt all the warm feelings in her stomach, the butterflies and everything, as the good feelings spread throughout her veins. Was it cheesy of her to think that her hand fit perfectly in his? She looked curiously at their hands, not being able to take the smile off her face – oh, she really hoped that he wasn’t leading her on, because Charlotte knew she could really fall for this boy holding her hand. She really hoped that he felt the same way as she did, desperately wanting to get to know each other, and hold hands and walk along the beach, all the good stuff. But all his ease seemed to go away, as he began to get nervous as he talked again, his words beginning to jumble together and she had to listen carefully for her to distinguish the words. Oh, Jeremy was possibly the most adorable boy she had ever come across, the way he seemed to nervously talk to her, and ramble and fall into facts because it was his comfort zone. Charlotte felt the same way sometimes, whenever she felt awkward or uncomfortable, she would just start talking about whatever was on her mind, letting her words carry her instead of her nervousness, it worked for the most part, and when it came to awkward silences, Charlotte was a pro at breaking them. Charlotte started giggling as Jeremy started spewing out fun facts, holding her stomach with her free hand as she was laughing. “I didn’t know that,” she told him, her voice still sweet as ever, her giggles fading out as she spoke to him, her eyes seeming to shine as she met his blue ones. “All of your facts. I guess that explains why I’m always up late at night,” she pondered, swinging their hands lightly as they walked along the shore, hand in hand. She had a little skip in her walk, as her feet danced along the sand – she couldn’t feel any happier than she was right now with Jeremy. She wanted to just to live in this night forever, if that was even possible. “You know, I couldn’t sleep at all last night, I was so excited for today.” Her words were truthful, definitely not sugarcoating anything at all, letting him know how enthused she was to see him and meet him and get to know him in the way that wasn’t possible over a chatroom, over the internet, over the computer. She noticed his blush, a pink shade that flooded his cheeks and she laughed again. “I want this to be a date,” Charlotte said, softly, her gaze not leaving his eyes. Whether it was a burst of bravery or just impulsive absurdity, Charlotte stood up on her tiptoes slightly to kiss the pink in his cheek – a brief, light kiss, but one nonetheless before speaking again. “I really like you, and – yes, I think, I think this should be a date.” She let her eyes wander back to her feet, a blush now staining her face too, oh, she had stumbled over her words, usually she was able to speak without any effort, but admitting her feelings was never quite an easy feat. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[jeremy nathan brooks]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,5px,true][atrb=style, background-color: #ededed; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; width: 390px, bTable][atrb=vAlign,top][classy=postysoy][classy=contento][style=letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 2px solid #ededed; font-size: 8px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px;]{ YOU AND ME, LIGHT IT UP }[/style]The word date would usually cause something short of a mild heart attack for Jeremy, of course that was when his mom or great aunt mentioned it while telling him he should ask out this lovely girl... Even though she wasn't all that pretty. How was he supposed to say no? Usually he'd end up going on one disastrous date with these girls who didn't even want to be there either and he'd have to tell his mom that "they weren't compatible or what they were looking for." He had to stop using that excuse though, he had a feeling his mother was starting to think he was gay or asexual; something he had no problem with but he was sure he wasn't. He did like girls, just not the ones his mom chose for him. Take Charlotte for example; she was cute and pretty, nice, a great dancer and he was comfortable with her already. He had a feeling this date wouldn't be as bad as his last ones had been, maybe he'd even consider it his first date and everything! He could feel the adrenaline pumping through his blood, making his hands a bit shaky and everything a bit more clear. He really hoped he didn't mess this up. "I'd like for it to be a date too." His cheeks burned in his embarrassment and his eyes fell to the ground, looking at the sneaker he was toeing into the ground. His cheek burned where she had placed a kiss on it and he couldn't help but wonder if maybe she was the girl that was going to help him get over Maya. He'd long lost hope that maybe one day their friendship would go back to normal and he'd get a chance with her. She was a royal, he was a nerd. Even though he wasn't a reject, their social circles were worlds apart and he knew it. And even though that was supposed to be the case with Charlotte, he knew just from knowing her for a few minutes that she was different. She didn't seem to care that he probably spent his afternoons studying or that he wasn't a guy that went to parties often. She didn't seem to care that he was socially awkward or something. She just wanted to get to know him and that made him want to get to know her too. He looked up at her and smiled shyly, his grin crooked and adorable. "So, um... What do you want to know about me?" He winced, thinking he sounded a bit conceited or something saying that kind of stuff. "Or what do you want to tell me about yourself? Should I make questions or do you have a sort of story planned out?" He frowned, his brain working at a million per hour as he tried to calm down and not ruin the date. His breathing was becoming uneven and uncomfortable and gently he pulled his hand away from hers. "Give me a few minutes ok? I'm kind of nervous! Don't move!" He turned away from her and gave a few steps so that she couldn't hear him muttering to himself. "Relax Jeremy, she kind of likes you. I think. She probably does! She asked you out on a date! Relax, just be yourself. She's not going to kill you or anything." He took deep breaths and then turned back around to her, going up and grabbing her hand once more. "I'm sorry, I'd just never been on a date I actually wanted to go on before." He gulped noisily and had to keep himself from hitting himself on the face repeatedly. He was coming off as an idiot, he knew it... If someone was saying the stuff he was saying on a date he probably wouldn't ask them out anymore... Or maybe he would because he was saying this kinds of stuff right now and he couldn't be racist against himself and other people that were like him because that would be the same thing... Right? Jeremy's mind was reeling as he thought about how he would still ask someone out and about what Charlotte was probably thinking about him and about racist people and other stuff. He shook it to try to stop from thinking. He should just stop thinking and live... That was what his mom said all the time right?And in an effort to stop thinking and start living, he looked at Charlotte and concentrated on her. Concentrated on her pretty eyes and her nice smile and her cute hair and everything. A soft smile played on his lips as his eyes roamed her face, his heart thumping in a way that made him feel like it should burst out of his body and his palms becoming strangely sweaty in a way he hoped wouldn't make her uncomfortable. He really hoped he hadn't scared her off. [/classy][/classy]

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Notes: sorry i took so long! i hope it makes sense, i wrote half in the morning and half in the afternoon so...