One Shot. Eddie Vedder. by JannaSchmidt, literature
Literature
One Shot. Eddie Vedder.
I’m sitting on my chair, doing some writing and listening to his band to have his voice in my life even if his presence is not there. I peek up to look at my framed picture; it’s him and me…it’s what makes me happy and what keeps me alive, the motor of my heart and reason of my smiles. It’s us. That framed picture of his lips gently caressing my cheek as his arms surround my waist and his hair covers half his face. Every time I remember the day we got that picture taken I smile and think of everything he has helped me through…and everything we’ve lived together.
It’s 5:00 PM and this is the m
I’m kind of getting used to all of this, even if it is not what I had in mind for my life. I had planned on getting a normal boyfriend, who went to college with me, then, we’d get married and have a beautiful life. Yeah, this is nothing like my plan. In fact, I feel happy; really happy. He is all I could I ask for; he’s carefree, funny, amusing, caring, loving. He’s my dream come true. Mom does not approve at all, but I guess I’m a grown-up and I’m able to choose who I hang out with.
I’m behind everything; no one can see me. That’s kind of good. Everything’s going great. It’s rainin
“Alright, so, what’s the worst thing you’ve done to a friend?” Sam asked. Krista, Kelly, Maddy, Emily, Anthony, and I were at my place, sleeping until late and having some fun. Krista was lying on the floor, all covered by my brown rug, checking her phone as always. Sam was sitting on my computer chair, all fresh. Kelly, as usual, was sitting as a normal person on the rug. Maddy? Well, she was sitting on the bed just like Anthony. I was lying on Anthony’s lap. And Emily was enjoying the comfort of my puff couch.
“Well, I’ve only lied to my friends…” Kelly said.
“And…that&r
As we walk downstairs to go out, he lets me go first. He opens the door, touches my back to let me know I must go before him, and closes it behind him. I stand in front of him and we start walking. He’s taller than me, which makes us look nice together. We walk slowly, I feel the peace. He’s on his bothering mood; he’s active, wanting to do something. We get to the park, we sit on the grass. He, as usual, lies down. All I wish to do is lie beside him and have a nice moment, and I don’t do it because I know he’ll feel awkward. I just sit in front of him, as he talks about the things he likes. I enjoy his company,
One Shot. KCA Special. by JannaSchmidt, literature
Literature
One Shot. KCA Special.
One Shot. Kid’s Choice Awards Special.
Alex POV
Kendall and I woke up one sunny, Saturday morning.
“Good morning, babe” I said, kissing his cheek.
He sighed. “Good morning, sweetie. I have good news for you”
“You do? What is it?”
“Let’s go out for breakfast and I’ll tell you”
“Uh, fine” I kissed him, smiled and stood up. I stretched myself and looked for my towels. I went to take a shower while Kendall waited for me. I went out with a towel on my head and my bathrobe on. I checked in my closet what I could wear, when I felt Kendall’s arms sur
A year passed on and my life at college was going pretty nice. I met a few cool friends and Maddy, of course, was always there for me. Kendall and the boys visited me occasionally and that made me feel even better. I knew I had their support even if they were far away from me.
One day, I was at history class. It was almost over.
“Alright, students” Started the docent. “Your final-year vacations officially start today. I hope you enjoy them”
“Thank God we have this break” Maddy whispered to me.
“I know. I’m too excited to…” I said as the bell rang. “Go and visit Kendall&rdq
I woke up at 5:00 in the morning next day because I just wanted to get ready for my first day of classes. I checked my phone and I saw this sweet text from Kendall: “Hi, sweetie. I just wanted to wish you good luck on this day. I know it’s your first day so I hope everything goes great. I miss you. Love, Kendall” I smiled to the screen.
I took a shower and picked out some clothes. I dressed up and just prepared my books and stuff. When it was like 8:00 a.m, I decided to call Kendall.
“Hello?” Said he.
“Hi, K. Good morning. How are you?”
“Good morning. I’m fine, and you?”
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Kendall's POV
When I saw her plane leave, I just didn't want to talk. The guys and I drove home. "How do you feel, man?" Carlos asked.
"Well, as expected, I feel sad and, you know, different. I mean, she's leaving for years"
"Think about this, you'll visit each other and..." Said James.
"I know, but it's like…my girlfriend just left…she's my world"
"I understand…" We finally got home and the boys decided to watch a movie and I just didn't care. I even fell asleep during it.
Alex POV
I got in my plane and listened to BTR. I listened to Worldwide, Cover Girl, You're not alone…
At New York.
Alex POV
It was January 5th. Kendall and I woke up late in the morning. "Good morning, babe" said he, stroking my cheek. "Good morning" I sighed. "This will be our best year" We both sat up. "Not for me, you're leaving me" "Come on, I'm not. Think about this; you'll release your third album and film a whole new season. It's your best year. I'm proud of you" "Thanks. I'm proud of you too, you entered Berkeley" "I know. What do you want to do now?" "I'd like to stay the whole day in PJ's like it's Christmas and be here in be
What Michael Jackson means to me: by JannaSchmidt, literature
Literature
What Michael Jackson means to me:
What Michael Jackson means to me:
First off, Michael Jackson is the most talented person I've ever seen. Watching him perform makes me think how's even possible to be that talented, that passionate, that...perfect. More than a personality, he's my favorite person. More than a great mind, he's got a big heart. More than being famous, he's a legend. More than artist, he's my idol. And more than being a fan, I'm a Moonwalker. He's a total inspiration for me. I wish I could someday be like him; think and feel as he did. When I think of role models, he comes to my mind instantly. They way he lived his life, the way he gave everything to make othe
Big Time Rush-How I feel about BTR. by JannaSchmidt, literature
Literature
Big Time Rush-How I feel about BTR.
Well, where to start? The first thing that caught me, was that they're highly attractive. Probably not everyone will think so too, but I know I'm not alone. What comes next? They're extremely talented. They can definitely sing, dance, act, and even write beautiful, amazing, songs. Big Time Rush is always making their biggest efforts to get what they're still not getting: recognition. Every Rusher would like to to hear the words "BTR" and "Recognition" in the same sentences, but we´re still waiting for it. However, they do have Rushers beside them.
Now, going back to what they mean to me.
When I first watched their commercial, I
¿Qué mas puedo hacer? Mi tiempo está a punto de acabarse. Mi paciencia ya no es más que poca esperanza. O tal vez nada. Cada vez que nos recuerdo, es una pesadilla. Cada vez que nos imagino, ni si quiera es una fantasía. Recordar nuestra amistad es más doloroso que haberla perdido. Pensar que lo tuve en la punta de mis dedos y se escapó como mariposa de una red. Se escapó por que yo lo deseé así. Por que yo sabía que ocurriría, y aún así proseguí. A estas alturas no me arrepiento todavía. Hay algo que me detiene de retractarme. ¿Cuántas veces tienes un lingote de oro en tus manos y luego alguien pasa y te lo arrebata? ¿Cómo te sentirías? Su a
Cuando yo veía a sus ojos, sentía que no necesitaba más. Sus ojos eran mi forma de ver al cielo aún si estaba nublado. No necesité a nadie más. Tuve momentos en los que nada me calmaba más que su voz y su compañía. En estos momentos, me preocupa que nada sea igual. Aunque sepa la verdad. Sé que nosotros no seremos más. Solamente sé que mis ojos no verán a nadie más. Nada será igual.
November 15th and Kendall didn't know about the kiss. It's not that I didn't want to tell him, I just couldn't find the right time. I decided to organize something that day. First off, I called Logan to tell him to arrive at 3 p.m. He accepted and promised to be there o' clock. Then, I called Kendall to tell him to make a video chat with me at 3:15. I got ready to receive Logan and explain him how things had to be done. At 3, he was ringing the bell. I opened for him and let him in. We sat on the living room to talk before Kendall video called. -Okay, so, the video chat will be in my room. You'll wait in the door and when I call
Moonwalker. Rusher. Driver. Green Day. Ed Sheeran. Pink Floyd. Bush. Alice In Chains. Pearl Jam. Hobbyist writer. Summer Break Tour-Houston, TX. June 28th. 2013
Alright, hello, society!
I've been totally offline, I know, though I don't think someone actually misses me.
Anyway, I have been working really hard to make the Kendall Schmidt Fan Fiction much better. I've been adding emotion, characters and much more descripitions of everything. I do want to make this fiction worth of reading so that is why I need some time, since being a junior takes like 80 percent of my life.
Please be patient if you're a follower of my work and if you're not, get ready for something good.
Thanks.
LY all!
Dear, loyal, watchers,
I'm glad to announce that I oficially started updating the first chapters of my Kendall fanfiction; they were a little lame, so I improved them. I really hope you read and enjoy them because they have some notable changes. I've just updated until the #10, but I'll keep working on the rest for sure. (I've actually worked these whole day.)
Please, read and enjoy! OH, and post them on your Twitter, Instagram, Facebook...WHICHEVER! I'll be endlessly thankful!
Love you all!
OH MY GOD
Guys, I just read Fifty Shades of Grey. It's one of the BEST books I'll ever read. By "one of" I mean that I need to read 50SDarker and 50SFreed.
So stoked to read them!!
Ok, back to my fanfic; I hope you read the 35th. chapter! I haven't posted because I'm really blocked. Jesus...it's hard. But I'll start writing when ideas burst.