Life is Like Make Up

Chapter One- Meeting Adam

Heyy guys!!(: kso, my second book here. and i know, i deleted my first one :S but i wasnt really going anywhere with it cuz i lost the plot sheet thingie>< anyways, i REALLY wanted to do this book. like badly. :p so, here it is. tell me how it is? you like it? do you know where its going? is it obvious? xD Vote if you like xD but im not like those people who say , 100 votes for next chappie or anything. just that votes motivate me 8)

so yeah. fans <3. LOVEYOUS.

oh, btw, i do NOT own this song. its by September. i put the video on the right -> check it out!! amazing ;D

xx

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[ChapterOne]

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'' I love you ,I love you.

You say that you love me

We both know you don't mean it every day

But somehow you got me

So I'll put up with anything you say

Because I love you

Because I love you

I'd rather be with you whenever

than without you all the time

And I will forgive you whatever

just to say that you are mine

Because I love you

Because I love you

Because I love you

Because I love you

I love you, do you love me

When tomorrow comes I guess we'll see

When I push in, you pull out

But you still need me

Yes, I do,

Yes, I do,

Yes, I do now...

Because I love you... "

''Hellooooooo replay button!" I said as I pressed the replay button on my pink iPod. I picked up my hair brush and started brushing my long, wavy, jet black hair. As the Corus came, I stopped brushing and pulled my hairbrush to my mouth, and started singing along.

''BECAUSE I LOOOOOOO-OOOOOOOO-OOOOOOO-VEEEE YOUUUUUU! BECAUSEE I LOOOO-OOOOO-OOVE YOUUUUUUUUU. BECAUSE I LOOOO-OOOOO-OOOOVEEE YO-"

"Isabella?" My mother said, as she walked into my room, an amused expression covering her face. ''Because I love you? Really? How old is that song anyway? I remember..."

I stopped listening to my mom as I took in her appearance. Black sweat pants, a 'BEBE' tee shirt, and black sweater my mom only wears that when... I mentally sighed and went back to listening to my mom.

''-caught by his neighbor!" my mother finished, giggling like a 6 year old. 

''Huh? Anyways. Mom....?"

''Yeah? Oh..." was all she said, as she took in my hurt expression.

She knows I hate it when she leaves for her business trips. They always end up like this; she leaves at last notice, doesn't come back till 2 months, stays a couple days -if we're lucky- and goes back to what ever country she has to go to.

''Mom! Please, just a couple more days? Last time you said you'd get to stay here longer because your last trip was so long! Mom! PLEASE!''

''I’m sorry Hun, but the Office in Detroit called me. It’s an emergency. Either way, I won’t stay long. A couple days, a week maximum. And when I come back, we can go to the spa like I promised you!" my mother replied, clapping her hands in excitement.