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  <title>JonasBrothersLova148's Stories</title>
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  <updated>2007-11-25T18:32:30Z</updated>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">How I Became Claustrophobic in 3 Minutes</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/12205"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Um, uh, what?&amp;#8221; I started to studder. &lt;br /&gt;His cheeks started to get red. &amp;#8220;Like I said you don&amp;#8217;t have to come&amp;#8230;..&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;It&amp;#8217;s not that I don&amp;#8217;t want to&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; I started to make stuff up from the top of my head. &amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;m, uh, clausetraphobic! Yea, that&amp;#8217;s it! I&amp;#8217;m afraid the&amp;#8217;ll all attack me at once and close me in. It&amp;#8217;ll be really gross if I throw up on all of them.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;I thought I was brillant until it all went down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Really? You never told me that. I&amp;#8217;ll keep them away from you. Plus I&amp;#8217;ve never seen get sick around people.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I found out that I can gag if I eat some McDonald&amp;#8217;s food.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Ok, I&amp;#8217;ll come.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t know how I&amp;#8217;m going to pull this off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/12205</id>
    <published>2007-10-26T19:47:45Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-25T18:32:30Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>JonasBrothersLova148</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/jonasbrotherslova148</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Are we dating?</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/11847"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;He started to walk towards me. I could feel my legs becoming numb. I quckly grabbed a chair and sat down before he noticed anything. He grabbed a chair and sat next to me. &lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh. The cutest and most popular guy in school was sitting next to &lt;em&gt;me.&lt;/em&gt; I knew all eyes were on us, and I wasn&amp;#8217;t sure how to take it.&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard someone whisper to Morgan, &amp;#8220;Are they dating?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt; Morgan  LOVES  to use sarcasm and I was sure she was about to use it. I was right. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Since I don&amp;#8217;t know, why don&amp;#8217;t you ask them?&amp;#8221; The person obviously couldn&amp;#8217;t tell sarcasm if someone told them if they were about to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Hey, Jack! Are you guys dating?&amp;#8221; I waited for his reply with an anticipation that he was going to say no, but apperantly you never know with him.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;That depends. &amp;#8221; He turned to me. &amp;#8220;Do you want to?&amp;#8221; While Morgan threw a  HUGE  grin on he face, I had red all over mine.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Yes!&amp;#8221; I suddenly blurted out. Then he said something I thought he would ever say to me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Good. You don&amp;#8217;t know how long I&amp;#8217;ve been wating to hear that.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11847</id>
    <published>2007-10-20T18:27:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-19T15:35:46Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>JonasBrothersLova148</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">My Interview With Michael Jackson                                                  (FAKE)</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Me- What is your favotite artical of clothing?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;MJ -There&amp;#8217;s nothing better than leather pants. I love when the split ~ and not on me (you know what I mean).&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Me- That&amp;#8217;s, um&amp;#8230;intersting. So, how is your wife?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;MJ- Umm, I don&amp;#8217;t exactly have a &lt;em&gt;wife&amp;#8230;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Me- Oh, I suppose you mean you have a girlfriend?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;MJ- Not really&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Suddenly realizing)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Me- Ooooohhhhhhh.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Me- So, then who do you think are the top 3 greatest Hollywood girls on the earth?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;MJ-  DUH ! Britney Spears, Paris Hilton, and Barbie. I mean come on, they made me who I am today, both physically and menally.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Me- Sure&amp;#8230; (I wonder how both Janet and  HIS MOTHER  are going to take that one&amp;#8230;)&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Let&amp;#8217;s take some questions that people have emailed us. Katie from Denver, Colorado asks: What do you like to do on the weekends?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;MJ: I&amp;#8217;m not sure I&amp;#8217;m allowed to answer that one without getting sued.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Me- That&amp;#8217;s all the time we have, thank you Michael. We&amp;#8217;ll see you next time when we interview Britney Spears! Goodnight and goodbye!!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11843</id>
    <published>2007-10-20T17:48:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-19T14:44:33Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>JonasBrothersLova148</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/jonasbrotherslova148</uri>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">URRRRGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/11591"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I danced until my high-heeled shoe broke. I gazed into John&amp;#8217;s gorgeous brown eyes.&lt;br /&gt; He wispered into my ear. &amp;#8220;You are the only person I could imagine myself with.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt; I almost fainted right there on the dance floor. I though for a moment. &amp;#8220;And you are the light in my sun,&amp;#8221; I whispered back.&lt;br /&gt; For a moment the music stopped, so we stopped dancing. We both leaned forward. &lt;em&gt;This is it!&lt;/em&gt; I thought. I could feel his warmth against my body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almost there!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt; BEEEEEEEEPPPP !BBBBBBBBBEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I heard my alarm clock. &lt;em&gt;4:30 am!&lt;/em&gt; I opened my eyes. The only thing I said was, &amp;#8220;UUUURRRRRRRGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Why are the only good and happy things in my life dreams???&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11591</id>
    <published>2007-10-16T20:52:00Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-16T20:31:08Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>JonasBrothersLova148</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/jonasbrotherslova148</uri>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">The Reason Behind The Name</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I think my name explains itself, but here we go&amp;#8230;..&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;First, I &#9829; the Jonas Brothers (especially Nick!!!!~hence the icon).&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Then the numbers were kind-of random.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;There you go. The really short &amp;#8211; not needed &amp;#8211; story behind my name.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11384</id>
    <published>2007-10-13T17:15:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-12T07:23:07Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>JonasBrothersLova148</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">The Start Of A Beautiful Relationship</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Luckily, he was there when I arrived at the party.&lt;br /&gt;I have been crushing on Jack for at least a month and a few days. Only my friend knows about him and she totally knows I can be a little obessive. She loves to (jokingly) taunt me about it.&lt;br /&gt; On Tuesday, she told me about a random party she was having on Saturday. When I was reluctant to go, she looked upset and hurt. I turned around to leave so my conscience didn&amp;#8217;t start to talk. Suddenly, I heard I voice I could pick out for miles. &lt;em&gt;Jack!&lt;/em&gt; I whipped my head around.&lt;br /&gt; &amp;#8220;Hey Morgan, I can come to your party on Saturday!&amp;#8221; My jaw flew open. As he walked past me, I quickly shut it. &lt;br /&gt; &amp;#8220;Hi Becca,&amp;#8221; he actually said to &lt;del&gt;me&lt;/del&gt;. &lt;br /&gt; &amp;#8220;Hey.&amp;#8221; I couldn&amp;#8217;t belive he said hi to me! A thought burst into my head and I stated to run. &amp;#8220;Morgan, you invited Jack!?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;#8220;I did it &amp;#8230;for you.&amp;#8221; She waited. &amp;#8220;Now will you come?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;#8220;Of course I will!&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt; That was then. Now, I was walking into the party. I took extra time for Jack. I walked in slowly. &lt;br /&gt; &amp;#8220;Hey Becca, you made it! &lt;br /&gt; &amp;#8220;Yep.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11267</id>
    <published>2007-10-11T21:00:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-18T02:12:51Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>JonasBrothersLova148</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">You and Me</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/11084"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;We have first period O.H.H together.&lt;br /&gt;You don&amp;#8217;t notice me.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I have noticed you more than words could describe. I hope and hope each day you&amp;#8217;ll notice me, too. But it doesn&amp;#8217;t happen.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;We sit in the same row in fourth period Algebra. &lt;br /&gt;Again, you don&amp;#8217;t notice me.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Do I have to spell it out? I&amp;#8217;m in love. You may not know now, but you&amp;#8217;ll know soon. I want us to be together.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I even I sit next to you in Chorus.&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; don&amp;#8217;t notice me.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I can&amp;#8217;t believe this is happening.&lt;br /&gt;You and me so close, yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;Why can&amp;#8217;t the madness end?&lt;br /&gt;We&amp;#8217;d survive together.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Now, there&amp;#8217;s a dance coming up. Would you like to go with me?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11084</id>
    <published>2007-10-08T23:42:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-07T18:44:21Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>JonasBrothersLova148</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/jonasbrotherslova148</uri>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Frankie, Chapter 5, Part 4</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/10916"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;In the spur-of-the-moment, I ran into the bathroom. I stopped at the mirror and checked my hair. It looked good enough for now.As I was going back, I made sure he heard me and knew I was coming as a fare warning. I heard his phone close.&lt;br /&gt;   I sat down and we started talking and laughing yet again. At 10 o&#8217;clock, he stopped laughing and looked at his watch. &lt;br /&gt;   &#8220;Is everything alright?&#8221; I couldn&#8217;t help myself from asking.&lt;br /&gt;&#8220;As much as I don&#8217;t want this night to end, I should be getting you home. The last thing you need is to be yelled at by your mom after being here with me of all people,&#8221; he said as he reached in his pocket for his keys. &lt;br /&gt;   I chuckled. I was really going to like working with Nick.&lt;br /&gt;   Great. Another rush was coming into my body. However, it was not in my head, but through my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;   &#8220;Hey Nick? I was wondering if you would like to do this again some time.&#8221;&lt;br /&gt;    He didn&#8217;t answer because he was already in his car and driving away.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/10916</id>
    <published>2007-10-06T15:48:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-15T11:16:46Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>JonasBrothersLova148</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/jonasbrotherslova148</uri>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Frankie, Chapter 5, Part 3</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/10915"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&#8220;He is, but I have to go. I have to do the security papers now.&#8221; That was a complete and total lie, but I didn&#8217;t want to misuse any of my time by talking to Rose, when I could be smiling and having fun with Nick.&#8220;Ok, see ya,&#8221; she said, disappointed.&#8220;Bye,&#8221; I replied. Five seconds later I hung up the phone. Then I quietly turned the corner, only to see Nick on his cell phone. &#8220;No, she had to answer her cell phone too.&#8221; Oh my goodness, he&#8217;s talking about me!&lt;br /&gt;   &#8220;She&#8217;s pretty, easy to talk to, everything I imagined. . .&#8221; He paused. &#8220;Well I have to go. I don&#8217;t know when she&#8217;ll be back, and I don&#8217;t want to desecrate my time.&#8221; He paused again. &#8220;That means I don&#8217;t want to waste my time with you, when I could be with her. It&#8217;ll be really embarrassing for her to come back and seeing me on the phone.&#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/10915</id>
    <published>2007-10-06T15:47:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-04T02:52:35Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>JonasBrothersLova148</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Frankie, Chapter 5. Part 2</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/10914"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;We talked and laughed for the rest of the night. We definitely had a lot more in common than I thought we would have.Suddenly, my pocket started to vibrate. It obviously was my cell phone. &#8220;Excuse me for one second,&#8221; I said to Nick as I answered the call. I stood up and walked over to the playground.     &#8220;Hello?&#8221; I was praying it wasn&#8217;t my mom about to scream at me for being out too late. &#8220;Hey, how&#8217;s Nick doing?&#8221; It was Rose. I could tell she was joking. Which by the way, if you didn&#8217;t catch my original thought of how she was going to handle me getting together with Nick tonight, this was it. Laughing, joking around. Typical Rose.&lt;br /&gt;     I took a deep breath, making sure he couldn&#8217;t hear me.&lt;br /&gt;    &#8220;He is absolutely amazing. He&#8217;s funny, smart, everything I told you I hoped he would be this morning.&#8221;&lt;br /&gt;    &#8220;Wow, he sounds perfect.&#8221; She laughed once more.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/10914</id>
    <published>2007-10-06T15:45:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-05T00:40:03Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>JonasBrothersLova148</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/jonasbrotherslova148</uri>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Frankie, Chapter 5, Part 1</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/10913"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Chapter 5&lt;br /&gt;    &#8220;Wow,&#8221; Nick said to me when I walked into the campground. If I remember correctly, I was wearing a layered top with light faded jeans. I loved the outfit so much; I wanted to have it all for myself. No one else could wear it. &#8220;You look great.&#8221; He was continuing. &#8220;What do you want to do first?&#8221;&lt;br /&gt;    I just stared at him. He was everything I had imagined. He had light brown hair and shining blue eyes. He was wearing jeans and a polo shirt. I was thinking about how wonderful it will be to work with him everyday. Then I came back to earth.&lt;br /&gt;    &#8220;Umm, I&#8217;m not sure. What do you want to do?&#8221;&lt;br /&gt;    &#8220;Let&#8217;s get the security papers done and over with, because there are many to sign.&#8221;&lt;br /&gt;    &#8220;Ok.&#8221;&lt;br /&gt;    As I signed all the papers, we talked and talked about anything we could think of until I was done with all the papers.&lt;br /&gt;    Well, I found out that his birthday was one week away from mine (we are both in July), he has three brothers, and he was also going into college.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/10913</id>
    <published>2007-10-06T15:42:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-04T02:52:21Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>JonasBrothersLova148</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/jonasbrotherslova148</uri>
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  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Frankie, Chapter 4, Part 4</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/10912"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&#8220;Whoa!&#8221; I giggled. &#8220;Let&#8217;s do between girly and preppy.&#8221;&lt;br /&gt;   &#8220;Let&#8217;s get started then!&#8221;&lt;br /&gt;   We drove over to her house. She is the perfect role model to have in fashion if you want to look preppy or girlie. She had the coolest and most updated wardrobe, but she was modest with it. She didn&#8217;t have any miniskirts, tube tops, or things like that. &lt;br /&gt;   We spent hours going through her closet-even her mom&#8217;s closet!&lt;br /&gt;   Tonight was going to be a fabulous evening.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/10912</id>
    <published>2007-10-06T15:39:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-30T17:57:56Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>JonasBrothersLova148</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/jonasbrotherslova148</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Frankie, Chapter 4, Part 3</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/10911"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&#8220;I have to look good for Nick,&#8221; I said out loud, without thinking.&#8220;Who&#8217;s Nick? Someone I should know about?&#8221; She said with a mix of sarcasm and confusion in her voice. &#8220;A boyfriend, perhaps? I wonder why you waited to tell me until I asked you why I don&#8217;t have one.&#8221; &lt;br /&gt;   &#8220;Rose, Nick is my co- counselor. I don&#8217;t know why I said that. I haven&#8217;t even really met him yet. I just know tonight we&#8217;re only meeting to go over rules and regulations.&#8221;&lt;br /&gt;   &#8220;Oh.&#8221; Her cheeks became a deep, deep red. She knew that I was having trouble finding a boyfriend. After all, the school was having an alumni dance. Anyone who showed up without a date would be ridiculed and made fun of until the night was over. That wasn&#8217;t what I wanted to hear at the moment or think of my last dance.&lt;br /&gt;   &#8220;Well, to make up for my random outbursts of anger, I will help you find a &#8220;look&#8221; for this evening. Now, what kind of look do you want? There&#8217;s preppy, skater, girlie, or in between two of your choice?&#8221; She was speaking quickly and in one breath.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/10911</id>
    <published>2007-10-06T15:37:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-23T20:24:26Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>JonasBrothersLova148</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/jonasbrotherslova148</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Frankie, Chapter 4, Part 2</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/10910"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;She suddenly stopped laughing, and talked very solemnly and quietly. &#8220;Jazzmyn, why do you think I don&#8217;t have a boyfriend?&#8221;&lt;br /&gt;    I studied her for a second. She had long, silky, hazelnut brown hair, a perfect, dazzling smile, and bright blue eyes. &lt;br /&gt;    &#8220;I honestly don&#8217;t know,&#8221; I was curious myself. Why doesn&#8217;t she have a boyfriend? Why don&#8217;t I? I had a rush inside my head. I would just like to say, even though I hate when rushes in my head happen, it happens a lot.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/10910</id>
    <published>2007-10-06T15:36:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-05T00:53:50Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>JonasBrothersLova148</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/jonasbrotherslova148</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Frankie, Chapter 4, Part 1</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/10909"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Chapter 4&lt;br /&gt;    &#8220;Are you going to tryout for the local musical? I heard it&#8217;s going to be Aladdin,&#8221; I was asking my best friend, Rose Sherman. &lt;br /&gt;    I was so excited for tonight. If you couldn&#8217;t tell, it was Thursday afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;    I didn&#8217;t tell Rose about Nick. I only told her I was meeting a co-worker. I kind of felt bad about it, but I have best friends with Rose since kindergarten. I know what she&#8217;ll do to me. She&#8217;ll taunt me about meeting with a guy instead of a girl. We like to make fun of things like that with each other. We only do it with each other, though, and only for fun because we know we&#8217;re both joking around.&lt;br /&gt;    I was doing anything to try to keep off the subject. I would have faked throwing up to keep off of it. She is deathly afraid. That was how willing I was. &lt;br /&gt;    &#8220;I&#8217;m not sure. If I do it, it&#8217;ll be the last of the musicals I&#8217;ll being doing until after college.&#8221;&lt;br /&gt;    &#8220;Come on. You are an amazing singer, you can dance, you are the best actress I know &#8211; well, besides me of course.&amp;#8221; She laughed.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-10-06T15:33:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-05T00:43:29Z</updated>
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      <name>JonasBrothersLova148</name>
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