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Previously on The Vampire Diaries- I mean Not Your Fangirl :
Turning around, all of them were clapping and some whooping- but by that action they almost tripped on the ice. All giving me accomplished and excited smiles- except for one that my gaze focused more than on the others.
Grayson instead of being in an agony state. Had stood up from the beach that he was sat on, was slowly clapping, with a ghost of a smile on his face.
Only this time would I ever admit, man did I liked to see that smile on him.
Chpt11: Marley Doesn't Do Feelings. Feelings do me, wait- that didn't come out how I wanted
Journal log Day #4 {they say that if u repeat something over and over again it'll come true. I did NOT want Grayson to kiss me. I, may God forbid. Did not want Grayson Douchebag Jones, to kiss me}
I am in confusion.
Tapping down on my phone furiously, the whoozy foozy feeling on my head not having left since I experienced a dose of Grayson's smile. Oh, and let's not forget about the small- not really important- fact that he was about to kiss me. On the Lips.
Oh my baby avocado. Should I laugh or cry at the thought that I kneed him where the sun don't shine, afterwards?
I am so out of this world, is not even funny.
Ignoring the urge into not having a midlife crisis right here, I glanced down at my recent google history.
H0W to get rid of butterflies in your stomach?
How can I kill butterflies
How to stop feeling dizzy-?
The squeaky sound of my door to my temporary room, snapped my gaze from my phone to the person with a sheepish smile on their faces.
"Shawn!" I squeaked, before discreetly throwing my phone underneath my pillows along with my journal. Scratching my hair out of nerves, "Uh, w-what-?" I cleared my throat, to get my act all together. I'm Marley for crying out loud. I don't do feelings. "What are you doing here? On my free time?"
Free time. The thing that didn't even exist till yesterday when I set some ground rules after the whole Grab Marley, and GO! situation. It pretty much consists of me getting a break from the boys at least thirty minutes in a day. No interruptions from them, nothing. Just me, myself, and vines.
Smooth, right?
Shawn let out a nervous chuckle, "Actually I was wondering if you'll-"
"Sure, why not? I'm a little bored, although I crave pizza." Did I just word vomit all that? His eyes widened in a surprised manner, at my sudden eagerness.
"Really? Did you even knew what was I going to say?" I nodded enthusiastically, with a side grin. Not really knowing what was I getting myself into. This could drift my mind off to some place else. To a healthier side.
"It's a date?" I said unsure, which it may have come out as an awkward question. I hope he didn't noticed, but he didn't cringed. So that's a good sign.
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Not Your Fangirl
Fanfiction"We're the Magcon Boys." "And we're the Dolan Twins." "The fangirling will come in a minute." One of them whisper-shouted with a smug look. "Well, surprise dudes!" I exclaimed doing jazz hands, and mock enthusiasm,"I don't like you people." I said...
