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  <title>The Boring Life of This Here Girl</title>
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    <email>Missdeah@gmail.com</email>
    <name>araed</name>
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  <updated>2009-05-09T20:49:03Z</updated>
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    <title>End of High School</title>
    <published>2009-05-09T20:49:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-09T20:49:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well I see that the last time i posted, it was the beginning of school. Now it's my last week. So much has happened in the past year and I just don't know what to type. Soon I'll be going to college. It's fun and exciting, but I'm also feeling nervous. How is life after high school?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:araed:5482</id>
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    <title>Back 2 Skool (my bad SCHOOL.ugh i dont even know how i typed that)</title>
    <published>2008-09-07T01:59:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-07T01:59:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>ball of confusion - the temptations</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So the last first two weeks of high school I'll ever have.&lt;br /&gt;Not too bad, not to great.&lt;br /&gt;It was all ehhh. &lt;br /&gt;All of my favorite teachers left (who's going to write me college recs?) My locker is on the verge of breaking, and i have some pretty lame classes.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:araed:5131</id>
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    <title>Rent</title>
    <published>2007-08-16T04:12:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-16T04:12:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mushaboom(k-os mix)- Feist</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Long time no post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I saw Rent on the 4th.&lt;br /&gt;Two words:&lt;br /&gt;'Effin Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Rapp and Adam Pascal were great.&lt;br /&gt;As was Tamyra Grey.&lt;br /&gt;I also got Anthony's autograph and touched his hand.[/fangirling]&lt;br /&gt;I also really liked the guy who was Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Ok. currently I'm obsessed with Spring Awakening.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite song is Don't Do Sadness/Blue Wind&lt;br /&gt;Yeah thats all for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- i keep forgetting to update here</content>
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    <title>doodoodoo</title>
    <published>2007-04-25T04:42:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-25T04:42:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OK so i haven't been here in a while.&lt;br /&gt;in the past couple of weeks i have seen  blades of glory and disturbia.&lt;br /&gt;both are awesome movies.especially blades of glory.&lt;br /&gt;Friday i am going to see my chemical romance.awesome i know.&lt;br /&gt;umm thats it i guess.still don't have a boyfriend that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i'm more of the "friend" girl. the one the boys see as part of the guys. great.eh ill post some more when im awake fully</content>
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    <title>Bored</title>
    <published>2007-02-16T02:32:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-16T02:32:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It snowed last night.and the night before.Good news no school, bad news no school.i am so bored.&lt;br /&gt;i will write(bad)haiku's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the Morning sky&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps there is school today&lt;br /&gt;Sorry no such luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother she hums&lt;br /&gt;Grandfather he sleeps soundly&lt;br /&gt;Me I just observe</content>
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    <title>Men Can't get Pregnant...Can They?!?! [2]</title>
    <published>2006-12-26T07:22:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-26T07:22:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title: Men can't get pregnant...Can they?!?! [2]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: R&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing: /Bob, Patrick/Bob &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer: the characters are not mine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author Notes: I am bored and thought this would be funny. Here’s the result of my imagination.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob shivered in the cool New York air. He wanted a cigarette so bad, but he thought of the baby and chewed on a stick of gum instead. He was so nervous to be on national TV. Patrick and Gerard had been at each others throats the whole week. Gerard stood next to Mikey outside. Bob thought it was good that Mikey came so he could watch Gerard and keep Patrick out of harms way. Bob was the first guest on stage. He went up when they called his name. Maury gave him a hug and sat him down.&lt;br /&gt;"So Bob, I hear that you are pregnant is that correct?"&lt;br /&gt;Bob looked up at Maury "Yeah that’s right."&lt;br /&gt;"Could you tell me what’s going on?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well my boyfriend of three years just wasn't sexually fulfilling me lately. He lost some weight, and yeah he looks good, but I like men with some meat on their bones. So I found Patrick."&lt;br /&gt;"Patrick?"&lt;br /&gt;"He’s my lover. We’ve had this affair for at least 10 months. And now I’m pregnant and - and-" Bob broke off sniffling "I don’t know who’s the father"&lt;br /&gt;Maury patted Bob gently on the shoulder. "We'll bring out Gerard. But before he comes out we want to show you what he has to say."&lt;br /&gt;Everyone turned to the big screen behind the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maury I just want to say that I hope the baby is mine. Yeah Bob cheated on me but I can forgive him. He means the world to me."&lt;br /&gt;The crowd awed just as Mikey pushed his brother to the side and started yelling at the camera, "I hope it’s not my brothers cause Bob ain’t nothing but a lying ass hoe. I should know ‘cause even I hit that. Bob ain’t nothing but a tramp. Him and that fatass skank Patrick deserve each other."&lt;br /&gt;The crowd booed when the video went off and Mikey and Gerard came on stage. Mikey was yelling back at the audience flipping his middle finger in every direction. He sat down next to Gerard. Maury leaned over and turned towards Gerard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you feel that your brother calls your boyfriend a whore? He even admits to sleeping with him."&lt;br /&gt;"Mikey how could you!!" Gerard shrieked. "You’re my fucking brother. How can you do something like that?"&lt;br /&gt;"Gerard, you and I both know that Bob is just a little slut who asks for someone to shove their dick up his tight ass." &lt;br /&gt;“You forced me to you bastard" Bob cried out.&lt;br /&gt;“Please you wanted it” Mikey sneered&lt;br /&gt;“We’ll be back after this commercial break” Maury said. This show was gold. He was going to have to do a part 2, maybe even 3, for this fiasco. After all the editing , the show would be a hit. He knew it.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Men Can't get Pregnant...Can They?!?! [1]</title>
    <published>2006-12-16T18:23:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-26T06:57:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author : araed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_' lj:user='' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user='&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user='&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title: Men can't get pregnant...Can they?!?! [1]&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;Pairing:Gerard/Bob, Patrick/Bob&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: mpreg,crackfic&lt;br /&gt;Author notes: i am bored and thought this would be funny.here's the result of my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://araed.livejournal.com/3736.html#cutid1"&gt;previous chapters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Baby mama drama"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Read more..."&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bob walked home and called Gerard first.&lt;br /&gt; "Umm, we need to talk. Meet me in my room at nine."&lt;br /&gt; "Is&amp;nbsp;everything&amp;nbsp;ok?"&lt;br /&gt; "Yeah, just come to my room. We’ll talk about it."&lt;br /&gt; "Ok. Love you"&lt;br /&gt; "Love you too."&lt;br /&gt; Bob hung up, sighing as he went to the bathroom to puke. He was three months. He thought he was just sick, but no he was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt; He stood up to rinse his mouth of the bitter aftertaste. Looking in the mirror he lifted up his shirt. It was amazing to know he had something living inside of him. He called Patrick but got his voicemail. He left the same message, telling Patrick to come up at nine. Things were going to be pretty awkward.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Gerard and Patrick both arrived at the same time. Gerard smiled over at Patrick.&lt;br /&gt; "Hey Trick. Nice to see you. Bob called you up here too?"&lt;br /&gt; "Yeah. i hope he's ok."&lt;br /&gt; "Yeah, me too."&lt;br /&gt; Bob opened the door. Patrick and Gerard sat on the edge of the bed.&lt;br /&gt; "Ok guys. I have some shocking news. I'm- We're pregnant."&lt;br /&gt; Patrick paled quickly but Gerard laughed.&lt;br /&gt; "Good one Bob, men can't get&amp;nbsp;pregnant"&amp;nbsp;He continued laughing until he noticed the silence."...Can they?"&lt;br /&gt; "Well&amp;nbsp;I’m&amp;nbsp;assuming&amp;nbsp;so&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;I’m&amp;nbsp;pregnant" Bob replied.&lt;br /&gt; "So I’m going to be a Daddy!?!?!! I've always wanted a baby. If its a boy his name will be Connor. If its a girl Emmaline. Oh we have to buy clothes and a house and - "&lt;br /&gt; "Gerard um youmightnotbethedad"&lt;br /&gt; Gerard's&amp;nbsp;smile dropped."&amp;nbsp; What?"&lt;br /&gt; Bob sighed fiddling with the hem of his shirt. " I&amp;nbsp;said&amp;nbsp;you might not be the dad" &lt;br /&gt; Gerard's face slipped into a look of confusion.” Well who else can be the father?"&lt;br /&gt; "Um, Patrick."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Gerard looked at Patrick with the most sinister look he could manage.&lt;br /&gt; "YOU BITCH. YOU SLEPT WITH MY BOYFRIEND!!!"&lt;br /&gt; And with that Gerard launched himself onto Patrick. Scratching and pulling hair they rolled around on the ground.&lt;br /&gt; " I - can't - believe - I - trusted - you,- you -whore" Gerard said in between slaps.&lt;br /&gt; "Yeah well I must have had something he liked ‘cause he kept coming back to this" Patrick countered, while pulling Gerard's hair.&lt;br /&gt; Bob sighed as he looked at the scene in front of him. He had been doing a lot of sighing lately, he noticed. It must be a&amp;nbsp;mother thing. He picked up the phone and dialed Maury.&lt;br /&gt; "Um hello, this is Bob Bryar and I'm pregnant. My boyfriend and my lover want to know whose child is it. Is there room on the show."&lt;br /&gt; "Sweetie you ARE the show" the operator cooed at him. "How's next Thursday?"&lt;br /&gt; Bob sighed. "That’s a great day. Thank you"&lt;br /&gt; He hung up the phone and looked at the two boys still fighting. He sighed again, maybe he should have called Jerry Springer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>Men Can't get Pregnant...Can They?!?! [prolouge]</title>
    <published>2006-12-16T17:44:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-16T18:24:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_araed' lj:user='araed' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://araed.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://araed.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;araed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Men can't get pregnant...Can they?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Pairing:Gerard/Bob, Patrick/Bob&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: mpreg,crackfic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Say What!!!"&gt;Bob was looking lost. Surely no one explain the laws of nature to this doctor.Men couldn't get &lt;i&gt;pregnant&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;BOB &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;couldn' t&lt;br /&gt;get pregnant. But sure as day, there it was.Bob was pregnant. And either Patrick or Gerard was the father.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>little kids</title>
    <published>2006-12-16T17:10:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-16T17:10:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sometimes they can be a blessing.but more often times they are plain BAD.i love my little cousin but he is one of the most active,mischevious,straight up bebe kids' that i know.and thats saying alot.but you cant be mad at someone so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="952574507_ORIG.jpg" href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i97/Missdeah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=952574507_ORIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i97/Missdeah/952574507_ORIG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you?</content>
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    <title>araed @ 2006-11-25T16:05:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-25T21:05:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-25T21:05:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;…And We All Have a Hell:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: R&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary: A little songfic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author Notes: the bold is first pov and regular is third pov .This story is as real as Gerard Way’s new hair color &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Alex looked around before crossing the street, making sure no one snuck up on him. He wished he could say the say for the girl in front of him.She hadn’t turned around since she started walking, earphones in her ears, humming as she walked along. ‘She is beautiful’, Alex thought. She was small, with a boyish figure and a cute little pixie cut. But what got Alex was the lip ring he knew he had to follow her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tonight I’ll make my way into your house&lt;br /&gt;I must I’m lusting for your body&lt;br /&gt;Skin looks tight, think I just might have To take a bite, but I know one will turn&lt;br /&gt;To three or four or more my little whore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The girl opened her door. “Didn’t even lock it. Idiot. It just makes the job easier for me.” Alex said to himself as he followed her in. Alex had been following the girl for two weeks. He knew her schedule. As the girl walked to her bedroom Alex hid in her closet. She wouldn’t suspect a thing. And now she’s back in the room, a towel wrapped around her chest. “With her hair wet like this she looks so beautiful”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tonight, tonight she's not alone &lt;br /&gt;(can you taste the wicked in the room?) &lt;br /&gt;Bobbysoxer, so pure, so young &lt;br /&gt;By morning her soul will be gone, gone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hold my breath as she comes near the closet. I never noticed the eyes. Big brown and doe like. So innocent. ‘Not for long’. And her smell is mesmerizing. Mmmm strawberries, my favorite. Glad she freshed up for me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I blend with the walls so I won't be seen &lt;br /&gt;My love, you smell so…&lt;br /&gt;I took one good look, &lt;br /&gt;I followed you home &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;She was surprised as I jumped out of the closet. Too scared to scream. Poor thing. She fainted halfway into the… well I won’t call it rape, more like… involuntary sexual act. I was glad she was unconscious her screams were a big turn on at first but I got tired of them. She’s lucky she was cut or I might have hurt her more.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I did a beautiful thing, &lt;br /&gt;Relax baby, that's a good girl &lt;br /&gt;You're like my work of art &lt;br /&gt;I can control, I can contort any &lt;br /&gt;Position that I wish, &lt;br /&gt;I make my fantasy reality &lt;br /&gt;Hold still, it will be over soon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I never feel guilty after things like this. I actually see my self as a superhero of some sort. After all, I’m just teaching people a lesson. Watch your back. Be paranoid. Oh, and welcome to fucking reality. It’s 2006 and the world is not a nice place.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>araed @ 2006-11-06T22:27:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-07T03:27:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-07T03:27:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">you know what im going to start writing. maybe itll be somewhat good</content>
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    <title>araed @ 2006-11-06T15:21:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-07T03:23:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-07T03:26:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i want a boy who will kiss me and whisper sweet nothings in my ear not some idiot who constantly says "how you doin'". Is that too much too ask?</content>
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    <title>araed @ 2006-10-28T03:02:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-28T03:08:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-28T03:08:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1. pick a band and answer only using the band's song titles: My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;2. are you male or female: Helena&lt;br /&gt;3. describe yourself: i'm not okay&lt;br /&gt;4. your best piece of advice: the jetset life is gonna kill you&lt;br /&gt;5. describe your last relationship: Demolition Lovers&lt;br /&gt;6. describe your last crush: i never told you what i did for a living&lt;br /&gt;7. say something to someone you have a crush on: give em hell kid&lt;br /&gt;8. say something to an ex: i don't love you&lt;br /&gt;9. say something to someone who hurt you severely: Drowning lessons&lt;br /&gt;10. how do you feel right now: dead!</content>
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    <title>Project Runway</title>
    <published>2006-10-19T16:46:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-19T16:46:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Michael shoulda won last night.I love Jeffery and all but Michael i was rootin for ya man.</content>
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    <title>araed @ 2006-10-16T17:37:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-16T21:38:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-16T17:12:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>What's This-Patrick Stump</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title: Anniversary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author: &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_araed' lj:user='araed' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://araed.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://araed.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;araed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt; Rating: NC-17 just to be safe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary: Brendon’s got a special present for Ryan &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the boys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author Notes: My first try at a fic.I hope its good.My friend said put your imagination to use and thats what i did.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan walked into the house, loosening his tie. “Bren, I’m home!” &lt;br /&gt;“I’m in the back” Ryan walked to the back unbuttoning his shirt as he continued talking. “You wouldn’t believe the day I had at work. Some guy-”Ryan broke off, stunned at the sight in front of him. Brendon was sitting on the bed in red silk boxers. The bedroom lights were changed to red bulbs and scented candles scattered the room. There were rose petals scattered across the bed and the curtains were drawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Br-Bren wh-what’s going on?” &lt;br /&gt;Brendon pouted. “Don’t tell me you forgot. It’s our anniversary.” &lt;br /&gt;Ryan’s eyes widened. It was their anniversary. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. How could I forget? Arghh, I’m so stupid. I should have-“ &lt;br /&gt;“ Ry, it’s ok. You’ve been busy at work. I forgive you. How about you just make it up to me.” Brendon crawled towards Ryan. “Clothes off. Now.” Ryan wasted no time, hurriedly taking off his shirt and pants. He tripped, and fell to the bed. “Nice moves Ry,” Brendon purred as he straddled Ryan and started kissing him. Ryan deepened it immediately. They made out for a little while, then Brendon pulled back. “Remember how you wanted a threesome?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah,” Ryan replied &lt;br /&gt;“You still wanna do it?” &lt;br /&gt;“Really!? Yeah.”&lt;br /&gt; “Andy!” Brendon called. Andy walked in the room smiling. Ryan was speechless. Andy. Andy Hurley .In his room. About to have sex with him! This was too much. Ryan passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ryan awoke he saw Brendon. "You wouldn’t believe the dream I just had. It was amazing. Me, you, and Andy were going to have a threesome but then I blacked out. That part wasn’t so amazing, but it was still a good dream.”&lt;br /&gt;“Um Ry, baby, that wasn’t a dream” Ryan turned and saw Andy who was trying to conceal his laughter behind his hand. “Um. Hi” &lt;br /&gt;“hi…Oh my god I actually spoke to Andy Hurley, I mean Brendon told me he knew you but to actually meet you, wow oh my gosh-” &lt;br /&gt;“Hey dude calm down”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry it’s just you’re Andy Hurley, I masturbate to pictures of you…” Ryan covered his mouth with his hands. “I did not just say that” Andy laughed, “It’s ok, relax.”&lt;br /&gt;“Relax I’m about to have sex with a drumming god here. I don’t know how I can possibly relax. I-” Ryan was cut off by Brendon’s lips. “Shut up. I’m starting to get jealous” Brendon began kissing him again his erection grinding into Ryan’s chest. Ryan responded just as eagerly, kissing Brendon hungrily. He had forgot about Andy until he felt his lips around his erection. Ryan moaned into Brendon’s mouth, bucking up into Andy’s. The rumors of him being an even bigger whore than Pete must be true because, damn could he use his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendon moved down to his neck kissing, sucking, and nipping. Brendon whispered into Ryan’s ear, “I want you in me.” Andy pulled away. Ryan’s eyes closed in anticipation. He was always the bottom, so this was new for him. He climbed on top of Brendon and lined up with his entrance. He was hesitant, “Are you ready?” &lt;br /&gt;“Yes go.” &lt;br /&gt;“Are you sure?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah. Just do it.” Ryan slammed into Brendon, causing him to flinch. “Are you ok?” &lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, it’s just been a while. Keep going.” Ryan started slowly, building up a rhythm and trying to find Brendon’s spot. He repositioned himself and Brendon moaned. “Right there, do it again.” Ryan was pleased with his discovery. He started thrusting hard into Brendon, not changing his position. He was so into it, he didn’t notice as Andy lined up with his entrance and thrust in. Soon they all built up a rhythm. “Ry,I’m close” Brendon gasped. Ryan sloppily jerked Brendon off. He was getting close too. Brendon spilled over Ryan’s hand, his muscles squeezing Ryan’s cock. With this pressure and Andy pounding into his prostate, Ryan came in Brendon. Andy followed soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy pulled out. “Thanks for the good time guys, but if you don’t mind I have to go. I’m late for another uhh appointment so happy anniversary. See ya.” Ryan shifted still inside Brendon. He leaned down and kissed him. “This was the best Anniversary gift ever” he mumbled against Brendon’s neck. “I’m glad you had fun” Brendon whispered. Ryan was about to pull out bur Brendon stopped him. “Let’s just sleep like this” &lt;br /&gt;“Ok.Happy Anniversary.” &lt;br /&gt;“Happy Anniversary” &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>araed @ 2006-10-15T20:45:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-16T00:48:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-16T00:48:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Aint posted here in a while.&lt;br /&gt;I think Michael is gonna win on Project Runway.His clothes are awesome and so is he.My Second choice is Jeffery even tho i think hes kindof a dick,he make fabulous clothes.So it goes like this the hip hop urban look or the rock star i dont give a fuck but i really do look.We'll see wednesday.</content>
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    <title>Pirates of the Caribbean 2</title>
    <published>2006-07-11T03:30:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-11T03:30:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>cobra starship- snakes on a plane</lj:music>
    <content type="html">that movie sucked.i fell asleep in the first 30 minutes.johnny depps cuteness couldnt even save the movie.it was kinda funny though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the new season of project runway is starting wednesday.Yay.</content>
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    <title>My glasses</title>
    <published>2006-07-07T01:12:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-07T01:12:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yay i got my glasses back.After being parted for 2 months we are finally reunited.</content>
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    <title>First Post</title>
    <published>2006-07-06T05:55:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-06T05:55:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Mkay its my first post.Well my names Deara and umm well i say alot of nonsensical(is that a word?)stuff.yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i went to six flags today&lt;br /&gt;of course it had to rain&lt;br /&gt;and of course i saw my ex-boyfriend &lt;br /&gt;and of course i got completely soaked and my flipflops broke.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah other than that i had a pretty awesome day.</content>
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