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Angel_of_suburbia
view post Posted on 17/3/2011, 19:36




Mi sembra ovvio.
 
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Roxanne.
view post Posted on 18/3/2011, 18:21




Scusha, non è che hai qualcosa in mano? (NON pensare male. D:)
 
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GDRcke96
view post Posted on 18/3/2011, 18:47




Fottutissime idiote D: pensavo che Bea avesse postato!!
*cry*
 
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Hape;
view post Posted on 19/3/2011, 18:37




figherrima ù.ù continua continua
 
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GDRcke96
view post Posted on 23/3/2011, 18:19




Cioè .____. rendiamoci conto, sono passati 6 giorni. Quando hai intenzione di postare? ù.ù
 
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Roxanne.
view post Posted on 23/3/2011, 19:52




Si, Conmoglia ha ragione. Posti?! Eh? Eh? Eh? O_O
 
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Angel_of_suburbia
view post Posted on 23/3/2011, 19:59




quando non avrò 5 verifiche nella stessa settimana.
 
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Roxanne.
view post Posted on 23/3/2011, 20:04




Porco cacchio! Io.... Ho preso 3 al compito di matematica... ._____.
 
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Angel_of_suburbia
view post Posted on 26/3/2011, 21:16




Prima di postare,per Aby: nooo, io apprezzo tanto i tuoi commenti! Scusa Aby, scusami! Per perdonarmi posto il nuovo capitolo di questa FF.
Ok?

Aby pov.

Ti alzi di malavoglia dalle comode ginocchia del moro,ma piu che altro dal rifugio delle sue braccia,e fulmini con lo sguardo Alex prima che risparisca in sala.
Evviva il tempismo.
Senti le sue mani avvolgere le tue e per un'attimo perdi il filo dei tuoi pensieri.
"Andiamo dai" ti sorride dolce,tu ti limiti a fare lo stesso e ti fai portare in salotto dove vi aspettano i vostri amici.
Quando arrivate prende una sedia e ti invita a sederti per poi fare lo stesso poco lontano da te.
"Allora ragazze,se vi va bene,io avrei pensato di farvi fare un paio di remake dei video allora,poi quelli li presenteremmo in una raccolta speciale insieme a altri pezzi storici rifatti,se l'idea vi piace..."
Gli sorridi entusiasta e ti volti verso le altre,Rox è rossa come al solito,quella ragazza è un po' troppo timida con chi non conosce,decisamente...annuisce e sorride a sua volta.
Alex è l'unica a non essere eccessivamente su di giri,si stravacca meglio sulla sedia a fianco a Frank e alza un sopracciglio.
"CHE video ,Billie?"
"Per Rox ora che la vedo direi...si direi che potresti fare la ragazza di 'When I come arround',non so se hai presente...'
Annuisce nuovamente e Joe sorride
"Bene,mentre credo che Aby potrebbe incarnare gloria in 21 guns"
Sei al settimo cielo e ti apri in un enorme sorriso a 32 denti
"Ma che figata!"
Anche lui sorride soddisfatto e riprende "per te Alex,visto che... diciamo che non mi sembri una vergognosa,vorrei che facessi Mary Jane nel video di Jesus of suburbia.Sai,la bion..."
"Si,quella che Jimmy si porta a letto" taglia corto la tua amica "Ma non è questo il problema,hai nominato tutti video di coppie,con CHI li gireremmo?"
Il ragazzo arrossisce e distoglie lo sguardo,sembra un bimbo colto in flagrante mentre ruba i biscotti.
"E-ecco...a-avevo...io credo c-che i-i fan pre-preferirebbero che f-fossimo noi i protagonisti..."
"HAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHA!!" Alexandra scoppia a ridere e quasi cade dalla sedia
"Oh si certo,tutto per il bene dei fan!" un'altro scroscio di risa "Ma piantala!!È da quando hai visto Aby che vuoi fartela!ahahaahah!!Chissà Perchè ma ho il vago sospetto che tu abbia voglia di rifare il clip di 21 guns!!"
Arrossisci violentemente e per l'ennesima volta dopo tutti gli anni che conosci Alex desideri sopprimerla a badilate.
"Alexandra!!"
"A me l'idea di essere Jimmy non dispiace..." dice Tré sognante mentre fissa un punto indefinito di fronte a lui,immaginando qualcosa che voi tutti non potete vedere,e forse è meglio non poterlo fare...
"Idiota..." commenta Alex ridacchiando
"A-aspettate...quindi io...lui...noi...oh."
Rox comincia a indicare prima se poi Mike con sguardo assente.
"No Rox!!Calma,calma,respira" le ti avvicini e mettendole una mano sulla spalla la aiuti a regolarizzare il respiro
"Ma sta per svenire?" chiede Mike divertito alzando un sopracciglio
Ti volti e gli ringhi di tacere
"Billie,puoi darle un bicchier d'acqua?"
"Ehm...Tré?"
"Fai pure,sai che è casa tua"
Il moro allora si alza e accompagna la tua amica in cucina.
Quando si sono allontanati ti rivolgi a Michael
"Davvero non ci sei arrivato?"
Ti fissa e si stringe nelle spalle facendo di no con la testa.
Sospiri e scuoti la testa "Rox è una ragazza...sensibile,troppo forse.È pazza di te da quando è alle medie...capito ora?"
Aggrotta le sopracciglia e ti guarda sconsolato
"Mamma mia sei di coccio!E si che è il VOSTRO video!" la voce di Alex arriva chiara da dietro le tue spalle "Cosa fa la coppietta davanti alla macchina nel video di 'When I come arround'?"
....
"AAAAAAH!!!"
"Eh,buongiorno!"
"Oh..."
È arrossito?
"Oh..."
"Vai di monosillabi adesso Dirnt?"
Frank tenta malamente di reprimere una risata e senti il *clap* dei due ragazzi dietro di te che si danno il cinque dopo la battuta di Alex
"Simpatici."
"Lo sappiamo"
"Piantala Frank,comunque ora ho capito Aby,mi spiace averla presa in giro"
"Tranquillo"
Nel mentre tornano i due ragazzi dalla cucina
"G-grazie ancora Billie"
"Hey è la terza volta che me lo dici,stai tranquilla!" dice sorridente facendola sedere
"Ragazzi io devo recuperare i randagi" scherza Billie prendendo il giubbotto
"Aby n-non è che ma-magari ti andrebbe una pizza,i miei figli n-non sono terribili co-come dico...n-non sempre.."
Ridi del suo imbarazzo e prendi a tua volta il giubbotto "Certo che mi va,e poi ti ricordo che sei qui con la mia macchina"
"Oh...oh si,g-giusto,bè bene allora.Noi andiamo,ciao!"
"Si,anche io devo andare,anche se i miei di angeli sono con Claudia.Roxanne ti piace la cucina italiana?Conosco un buon posto dove.."
"Con piacere"
"Ah..ah perfetto allora!Vieni..." la prende per mano e la aiuta ad alzarsi "Ciao ragazzi!" e escono seguiti da Billie che va ad aprire l'auto
"Voi due?" chiedi sulla porta rivolta a Frank e Alex.
Il batterista sbuffa e con una scrollata di spalle si butta sul divano
"Franky è con sua madre e io non ho voglia di uscire stasera,mi fai compagnia?"
Domanda alla tua amica facendole gli occhioni dolci
"Se sposti il tuo dolce peso e mi lasci un angolino sul divano..."
"Stronza"
"Rincoglionito"
"Maschiaccio"
"Fattone"
"indossi ancora la maglietta?"
Alzi gli occhi al cielo e ridendo ti chiudi la porta alle spalle,si sono proprio trovati quei due!
 
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‚‚Ale
view post Posted on 26/3/2011, 21:27




Che bello io e Tre che ci prendiamo a parole :'D
Continua u_u
 
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GDRcke96
view post Posted on 26/3/2011, 21:30




Ma ammore io non potrei prenderti mai a parole o essere insensibile dopo un capitolo del genere!
:88: sublime!
Gloria! Io! E poi..!
 
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Roxanne.
view post Posted on 26/3/2011, 22:20




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Mi è presa una paralisi alla mano! Tiamotiamotiamotiamotiamotiamoooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Angel_of_suburbia
view post Posted on 26/3/2011, 22:42




LOL sono contenta vi piaccia :'D
 
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Roxanne.
view post Posted on 26/3/2011, 22:51




Scherzi? Tu...tu...tu.... Etturuturututtu! Puoncionno a turuturututti sono Totrotorotomas, lui è matteroterotero. Siamo gli zero assolu e turuturututtu!
*Passato.
 
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