Three Times The Charm by coldplay465
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Which Freakin' Emily?
Yeah, I might occasionally hide behind a bookshelf just to get a closer peek at him, and I might loop my best friends into helping me, but I have a just reason.
Could I Get Any More Depressed?
“Dude. What the hell? You damn near sprinted out of that library. Well, only after a few minutes of attempting to pull your jaw up from the table…but that’s not the point! I walk in to see you moping around and grimacing like the Grinch!”
Haven't We Heard Enough About Chocolate?
I can’t do this. I’m not ready for whatever this “plan” entails. I can’t talk to Al! I’m just Emily! And I’m not even the Emily that he likes! I’m going to make a fool of myself! Argh, I can already feel my cheeks heating up. I’m not even a redhead and my cheeks still flame every time I get embarrassed, nervous, angry, basically any emotion.
How Out of Shape Am I?
About five minutes in, I was ready to give up. Running sucks. Period. I got all wheezy and my chest started contracting. My breaths became shortened. A sharp pain stabbed me under my rib cage and my feet felt as if they would fall off. Why would anyone do this for fun? And jeez, how out of shape am I?
Am I The Only One Who Still Listens to Boy Bands?
Yay! Let’s watch as Emily mucks up yet another thing in her life! Honestly, I would make for such a quality wiz-ality TV show. I don’t even need to be partially scripted. I get myself into highly uncomfortable situations all on my own, what an accomplishment.
Wasn't It Only One Drink?
Oh well, all’s fair in love and war. That didn’t make any sense. I didn’t just say that. What is with me tonight?
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