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    <title>Curls- Bou &amp; Yuuki</title>
    <published>2009-04-25T00:49:49Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-25T00:49:49Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>House of Cards- Madina Lake</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;Name:&amp;nbsp;Curls&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Bou &amp;amp; Yuuki&lt;br /&gt;Rating: G&lt;br /&gt;Author:&amp;nbsp;kpopluvr08&lt;br /&gt;Warning:&amp;nbsp;Not edited&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer:&amp;nbsp;Don't own&lt;br /&gt;Notes:&amp;nbsp;CHECK&amp;nbsp;OUT&amp;nbsp;MY&amp;nbsp;OWN&amp;nbsp;WEBSITE!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovelychic.weebly.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;www.lovelychic.weebly.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;Yuuki looked up from his game as Bou walked into the living room. Bou was staying with his while he was on break. Yuuki was the only one with an extra room since everyone else was sharing an apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Hey, Yuuki?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Bou asked when Yuuki's attention was back on his game.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Yah?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Can you curl hair?&amp;quot; Bou asked sitting criss cross on the couch beside him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Yah.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Will you curl mine?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Yah.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Right now?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;No.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Ugh!!&amp;quot; Bou threw up his hands at his bluntness and stormed out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kpopluvr08:3807</id>
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    <title>Skirt- Bou &amp; Miku</title>
    <published>2009-04-25T00:41:43Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-25T00:41:43Z</updated>
    <category term="skirt- miku&amp;amp;bou"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Name: Skirt&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Miku &amp;amp; Bou&lt;br /&gt;Rating: G&lt;br /&gt;Author:&amp;nbsp;kpopluvr08&lt;br /&gt;Warnings:&amp;nbsp;None really other than it hasn't been edited.&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I don't own lol&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Note:&amp;nbsp;Please Please Please visit my site &lt;a href="http://www.lovelychic.weebly.com/"&gt;www.lovelychic.weebly.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font size="3"&gt;Bou tossed the&amp;nbsp;skirt that was hung on a hanger behind him angrily. The people who put out his outfit had selected the most disgusting skirt to be made. Everything was fine except this and now he had to find a new skirt to put on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; First he decided to go through the dressing room closet. He practically ran over to it, he was so panicked. He was supposed to be dressed twenty minutes ago and they were on in thirty minutes. There was no time to go shopping. The closet was not any help and Bou completely ruined the hard work of the people who organized it. When he was done throwing clothes the room looked like a rhino had ran through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bou took a minute to look around. There was a shirt on his dresser that held all his makeup and the helpers would need to wash the shirt now. There was a pair of shorts hanging off the post of his full length mirror. Some shoes were thrown around and Bou found a random pair of underwear on his chair that he didn't remember seeing or throwing. In all, his room was a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bou walked over and picked up a piece of clothing off of his guitar and looked at it. His eyes went wide and he squealed. In his hands was the &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;u&gt;perfect&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; skirt. It matched and had good style. He slipped it on and zipped it up. he walked over to the full length mirror and spotted something hanging off the end of it. He bent down and tore off the slip of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The writing read, &amp;quot;Hey Bou!!! I saw your skirt earlier and thought you might like this one better!&amp;nbsp;I found it in your closet! See you out there! Miku.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bou jumped slightly and skipped out of the room to thank Miku.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>kpopluvr08 @ 2009-03-24T13:09:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-24T18:21:43Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-24T18:21:43Z</updated>
    <category term="and foreign exchange student programs. w"/>
    <category term="stories"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;span style="color: #ff0000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large"&gt;HEY~~~ It's been a while since I last posted because I'm super busy, but it's spring break and I'm open to any requests on a story about any couple! Hopefully I'll know who your talking about haha. ALSO!&amp;nbsp;I don't post any lemons so don't ask!! And most of my stories always end up with them being bestfriends not lovers. I'm not really into that sorry!! I finished a story recently so I'll be posting it soon&amp;nbsp;YAY!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003300"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;ALSO!!&amp;nbsp;I now have a boyfriend and he is the sweetest boy ever!!&amp;nbsp; He's also three years older than me and no one seems to like that lawl. My bro has threatened him already along with my dad and he's scared out of his pants. He'll get to meet them ltr for my bday YAY!! I don't know if I&amp;nbsp;love him or not, but it's pretty close haha!&amp;nbsp;Love you EVAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;OH!! And I looked at a website for foreign exchange programs called ASPECT institution and if I can convince my grandparent to pay for it and let me go then I&amp;nbsp;may go to GERMANY!!! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; No one seems to realise how much I want to go. I'm constantly talking about it and I don't even have to learn the language to go!! It'd be awesome to meet new people and see how they live and no one seems to want to let me go!! It's not fair!! I want to learn the language and explore!! PLUS!!&amp;nbsp;It'll look really good on my college application. I just really want to go, but the money thing is slowing me down. It's almost ten thousand dollars to go and I don't have that kind of&amp;nbsp; money lying around!&amp;nbsp;I don't even know if that includes airfare and all that!&amp;nbsp;UGH!! This is so hard!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope everyone forgives me for being away, but I hope everyone has an awesome vacation!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>Ponytails- Bou &amp; Kanon Part 3</title>
    <published>2009-02-25T23:07:21Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-25T23:07:21Z</updated>
    <category term="ponytails- bou &amp;amp; kanon part3"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;Name: Ponytails&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Bou &amp;amp; Kanon&lt;br /&gt;Band: AnCafe&lt;br /&gt;Author: Kpopluvr08&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer:&amp;nbsp;If I owned these boys do you think I&amp;nbsp;would be sitting here writing about them?&lt;br /&gt;Note: This is the last chapter and I'm sorry, but I became bored with it. I'm not into writing long stories because I tend to forget about them so I'm pretty surprised this one is finished. It's not really good because I&amp;nbsp;KNOW I didn't capture their personalities like I wanted, but at least it's finished. I also don't enjoy writing in third person so it's really not that good. So try to enjoy and comment please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;Bou was back in his room. He sat on top of the covers of his bed and couldn't seem to take his eyes off the ice cream bucket.....He had forgotten a spoon....His eyes blurred as tears came to his eyes. Nothing was going his way today. He gave up and let the tears overflow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a knock on the door and Bou decided not to say anything. He curled his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. Just as the door opened, Bou had burried his head in his knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Don't tell me your crying over ice cream.&amp;quot; It was Kanon. Bou did &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; want to talk to him. Let alone let him see how&amp;nbsp;awful he looked right now. His hair was still damp, he had on no make up, and he was in his pj's. He must look like a child. &amp;quot;Oh come on. I was just kidding.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Kanon said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bou raised his head, tears streaming down his face. &amp;quot;Go. Away.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Bou commanded weakly before burying his head again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I brought you a spoon.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Kanon tried holding up a spoon, even though Bou didn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Go.&amp;nbsp;Away!&amp;quot; Bou tried again trying to bury his head even deeper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanon gave in. It was too much work to try and stay mad at Bou. He walked up and pulled Bou into his arms then settled down on the bed. Bou was silent and took to burying his head in Kanon's chest and Kanon leaned against the wall on the side of the bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Shh. Now, tell me what's wrong.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;He muttered to the mess of bleached hair. His shirt was becoming damp, but he didn't care at the moment. Bou started hiccuping and Kanon would have laughed had it not been such a serious moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Y-you where s-so m-mad *hick* at m-me a-a-and Ter-ruki wouldn't h-help me and *hick* M-Miku w-wasn't h-here a-and y-you yelled at m-me *hick* a-and.....&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;The rest was muffled out and Kanon just sighed. Today was definitely not Bou's day, he decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I'm not mad and I didn't want you to cry. Calm down.&amp;quot; Bou wasn't calming down and Kanon was starting to panic. What if Bou never comes out of this?&amp;nbsp;It will be Kanon's fault!&amp;nbsp;(He was obviously overreacting.) &amp;quot;I'll buy you some ice cream....&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Kanon tried, but it didn't work. Then something clicked in his mind. &amp;quot;Hold on. I&amp;quot;ll be right back.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Kanon muttered and unwrapped himself from the blond and let him curl up in a ball on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanon quickly dashed from the room and into his own. He quickly grabbed the brush that he had set there after his and Bou's awkward meeting earlier. After arriving back in the room he saw that Bou hadn't moved an inch from where Kanon had left him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;He grabbed two ponytails from Bou's dresser and approached the bed. He shifted Bou easily and set him up in a sitting position. Bou crossed his legs and stared at the bedspread. He felt useless and wished Kanon would just&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;go&amp;nbsp; away.&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;He jumped slightly when he felt a brush being pulled through his hair. Not just any brush. HIS brush. That brush was special. It was a present from a fan and it was the best brush Bou had ever used. It had an effect on him when he used it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanon had settled behind Bou and had calmed Bou enough to stop his crying. Kanon worked all the nots out of his hair till it was nice and smooth. Bou started to feel drowsy from the repeated stroking of the brush and leaned heavily against Kanon, uncrossing his legs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanon used the mirror infront of the bed to make sure he made perfect ponytails and started to stroke his arm as Bou started to drift off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Kanon?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Bou asked quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Kanon asked back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I really am sorry.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Bou said almost asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I know. It's okay.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Kanon said as Bou fell asleep. Kanon quietly lay Bou on his bed and grabbed his pillow. He gently set it under his head, trying not to wake him, and looked around for a blanket. He found one and covered the sleeping blond. Finding nothing else to do, Kanon picked up Bou's brush and set it on the nightstand beside Bou's bed and left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thought ran through Kanon's head as he entered his own room, &amp;quot;All this over ponytails?&amp;nbsp;And it didn't even matter. He fell asleep.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;~:~END~:~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>Ponytails- Bou &amp; Kanon Part 2</title>
    <published>2009-02-24T22:23:30Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-24T22:23:30Z</updated>
    <category term="ponytails- bou &amp;amp; kanon part2"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Name: Ponytails&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Bou &amp;amp; Kanon&lt;br /&gt;Band: AnCafe&lt;br /&gt;Author: Kpopluvr08&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: If I owned them then I&amp;nbsp;wouldn't waste my time writing about them now would i?&lt;br /&gt;Note:&amp;nbsp;This is part two so go check out part one if you haven't and I had to type this in a rush so I'm sorry if there is any errors. I'll fix them soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Bou sat on his bed. He hoped Kanon forgave him. He had said everything he needed and decided to wait it out. He wasn't used to being rejected. To take his mind off things he quickly took a shower and got ready for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bou heard the door open and guessed that Miku was home. Ice cream sounded really good right then. He quickly dropped the towel that was being used to dry his hair and exited the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Bou!&amp;quot; Miku yelled from the kitchen. Bou quickened his pace and entered the kitchen. Miku stood at the counter unloading the groceries from the paper bags. Miku looked up when Bou entered and the second their eyes met Miku know something was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;What happened?&amp;quot; He asked setting down the noodles he was putting in the cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bou, not wanting to ruin Miku's good mood, quickly changed the subject. &amp;quot;Where's the ice cream?&amp;quot; He asked with fake excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miku didn't pursue the previous question and decided that if Bou wanted to talk about it then he would. &amp;quot;In the freezer. I can make you a bowl.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Miku offered, but Bou just waved it off and quickly retrieved it from the freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;It's okay. I've got it.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Bou replied and exited before anything else could start, but not before giving Miku a very convincing smile in hopes he won't worry.&amp;nbsp;Bou walked through the halls toward his room and then realized his brush wasn't where he had dropped it, but quickly forgot that when the door to Kanon's room suddenly opened as he walked by. Both boys stopped and looked at each other. Kanon was the first to avert the stare and break the silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Miku back?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Yes.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Kitchen?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Yes.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an awkward silence and Bou decided that it would be a good idea to just keep going. So he did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Ponytails- Bou &amp; Kanon</title>
    <published>2009-02-13T02:17:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-13T02:25:43Z</updated>
    <category term="ponytails- bou &amp;amp; kanon part1"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;Name: Ponytails&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Bou &amp;amp; Kanon&lt;br /&gt;Band:&amp;nbsp;AnCafe&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG13&lt;br /&gt;Author: kpopluvr08&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer:&amp;nbsp;Believe me if I owned these boys then I&amp;nbsp;wouldn't be sitting here writing stories about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&amp;quot;Ouch!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;quot;Sorry! It wouldn't hurt so much if you would stop moving!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;quot;It hurts! Be gentle! I can only take so much pain!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Fine! You do it then!&amp;quot; Kanon threw up his hands and tossed the brush behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Fine!&amp;quot; Bou quickly pushed up from the ground and retrieved the brush. He sat himself in front of his mirror and started to gently brush out the tangles in his beautiful bleached hair. Bou watched as Kanon got up and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt flooded Bou as he thought about how he had messed with Kanon. He &lt;u&gt;was &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;being gentle with his hair, Bou just wanted to mess with him. He hadn't meant to make him mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finally got all the knots out, that were the result of his moving when it was being brushed, and grabbed two ponytail holders. He wrestled with his hair trying to get it&amp;nbsp; into two perfect ponytails. So far the only one able to do this was Kanon. After all, he was the only one with the patience for it. Finally after five minutes of trying, Bou gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'll never get it right without Kanon's help.' He thought. Bou decided to go to Teruki for some help. After all, Kanon was still mad at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bou quickly left the room, brush in hand. He turned right and headed toward Teruki's room. Bou heard the music blaring before even opening the door. He peaked in and saw Teruki at his computer, looking at some website. Judging from how every few seconds the song would change, Bou decided the music was coming from the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Teruki?&amp;quot; Bou asked trying to get his attention. He turned from the computer to face Bou and was shocked not to see the usual happiness on his face, but instead despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;What's wrong?&amp;quot; Teruki asked carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Kanon got mad and stormed out before finishing my hair. Can you do it?&amp;quot; Bou asked coming into the room and held up the brush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;No.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Teruki said firmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Wah?!&amp;quot; Bou was shocked. No one had ever denied him anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;You started this. You end it. Kanon will finish it himself if you go and apologize. Who could refuse you?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Teruki asked laughing slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Your the first.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Bou muttered before walking out. Bou decided that he would go to Miku before setting a foot near Kanon's door. Bou was surprised that Miku wasn't in his room nor in the bathroom. He quickly walked toward the kitchen and found it empty as well. He groaned and collapsed in the stool chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He glanced toward the refrigerator thinking about getting a piece of cake Miku and himself had made. Bou spotted a sticky note on the refrigerator and recognized Miku's writing on it. He got up and snatched it off the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Out. Went shopping. No food. Love Miku. P.S. Don't worry Bou. I'll get you some ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot; Bou read the note aloud before setting the brush down on the table top. He sighed and sat down in his seat. He wasn't as excited about getting the ice cream as he probably should be, but he could bring himself to be excited when he's upset over Kanon. He felt a little depressed about Kanon being mad at him and no one to complain to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bou sat there for a while just brooding before getting tired of his hair falling in his face. He stood up, grabbed the brush, and stomped off to Kanon's room, determined to make Kanon forgive him and finish his hair. His determination left him when he stood infront of Kanon's door and was replaced with meekness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He set his ear to the door to try and figure out what he was doing. He heard nothing. He knocked. Nothing. He opened the door and found Kanon laying on his bed, earphones in his ears and his eyes closed. His hair was wet and he was only in his boxers so he most likely just came out of the shower. The light from the gap between the frame and door shined on him. His eyes opened and he looked at the blond at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bou gave him a small smile and Kanon took the earphones from his ears.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; Bou flinched at the anger in his voice and tears came to his eyes. No had &lt;u&gt;ever &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;talked to him like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Today's just a day&amp;nbsp; for firsts.' thought Bou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Kanon?&amp;quot; He asked softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Spit it out.&amp;quot; A pang in Bou's heart startled him slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I just wanted to say sorry.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Bou said moving slightly behind the door. &amp;nbsp;His hair was at the back of his mind. &amp;quot;I didn't mean to upset you. I was just messing. I'm sorry.&amp;quot; Bou closed the door, no waiting for a response. Bou's hand went slack on the way back to his room and the brush fell from his hands, onto the ground and he lifted his other hand and wiped away his tears.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>Finish The Sentence: Challenge</title>
    <published>2009-02-13T01:45:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-13T01:45:26Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">NOTE: Copy the sentences and put wacky sayings or words in the blank then send them to me. The ones I like the most will be posted on my both of my accounts and many others. I might not take all of the ones because I might want to mix them up with someone elses. GOOD&amp;nbsp;LUCK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thirsty______________________________________________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is so cheap________________________________________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so smart____________________________________________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it more than___________________________________________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This teacher is so boring______________________________________.</content>
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    <title>Tokio Hotel DVD!!</title>
    <published>2008-12-10T02:34:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-12T23:22:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i398.photobucket.com/albums/pp65/IchliebeTokioHotel/poster1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Okay the new Tokio Hotel&amp;nbsp;DVD came out today and I'll be getting it tomorrow!! YAY!! um ya just wanted to say that. Not really sure why....I'm just excited.....Okay..BYBY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>Computer~ Kanon &amp; Yuuki</title>
    <published>2008-12-09T22:47:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-09T22:48:38Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Now(na na na)-Akon</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Name: Computer&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Kanon&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; Yuuki&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Author: kpopluvr08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's our day off. The first one in three weeks. We &lt;u&gt;should&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; be out and about, but we aren't for one reason. Kanon won't get off the computer. So far no one has been able to get him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Miku walked out of Kanon's room, head hanging. Takuya asked if he was coming out, but he just shook his head, pouting. Teruki and&amp;nbsp;I exchanged looks. It was my turn.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I entered without knocking. I didn't really care if that was rude or not. He didn't move when I entered, nor&amp;nbsp; when I walked up behind him. He seemed very intent on ignoring me. I bent down and set my chin on his shoulder. I felt my curls brush the side of his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I turned my attention to the computer and saw he was reading. I read the title and flushed red. 'Kanon and Yuuki Love!!! (yaoi)'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;A fan sent it to me to read.&amp;quot; He muttered scrolling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;You don't have to.&amp;quot; I said before starting to read it too.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;I was curious.&amp;quot; He replied back, scrolling down more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I grunted and reached over his shoulder, removing his hand from the mouse and scrolling back up to where&amp;nbsp;I left off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Don't scroll so fast. I'm trying to read.&amp;quot; I said focusing more on the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Guess I'm not the only one curious.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I ignored him and relaxed against him, throwing my arm over his shoulder. The story suddenly came to an intense moment and I flushed red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;What kind of stuff do you read Kanon?!&amp;quot; I exclaimed jumping off him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;I didn't think it would lead to that!!&amp;quot; He said turning from the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;The title clearly stated it was yaoi!&amp;quot; I argued turning even redder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;You read it too!!&amp;quot; He accused standing up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;I was curious!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;So was I!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................awkward..............&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;....I cleared my throat nervously as images passed through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;What did you come in here for again?&amp;quot; He asked, confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Are you telling me that even though every band member of An cafe has come in here to get you and you still don't know why?&amp;quot; There was a pause as he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Nope.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I burst out laughing. I'm not sure why, but I&amp;nbsp;guess it was to make it less awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Shopping.&amp;quot; I choked out and the door burst open with a slam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Did you get him off yet?&amp;quot; Miku asked eying Kanon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Yeah, yeah. I'm off.&amp;quot; He said waving his hand at Miku, chuckling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Miku immediately thought he was laughing at him and went into a frenzy. Kanon proceeded to&amp;nbsp;shut down the computer, completely ignoring him.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;calmed myself and started toward the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;So what were you doing on the computer, anyway?&amp;quot; Miku asked, pulling Kanon out of his chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Looking at porn!!!!&amp;quot; I yelled, exiting the room and succeeding in setting off Miku, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I caught Teruki's eye and he gave me a confused look, but I just laughed and shook my head. We rolled our eyes as we listened to Miku rant in the other room. I guess we weren't leaving for a while.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Stool- Changmin &amp; Junsu</title>
    <published>2008-12-02T02:35:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-02T02:35:09Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>....nothing</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Name: Stool&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Changmin &amp;amp; Junsu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I sat in the kitchen. It was nighttime, we had just gotten back from a harsh dance practice a few hours ago. The others had gone to bed without a word, while I couldn't manage to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The stool squeaked when I moved. I clasped a red cup in my hands, filled with hot milk. I brought it to my lips and sipped quietly. I sighed, and set my elbows on the table. My body ached, I had a hunch I&amp;nbsp;would be sore tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The room was silent, except for the occasional groan or yawn. For the first time this week I let my mind wander. There was nothing to distract me. Just silence. So much had been happening. Concerts, dance practice, TV interviews. I had also been bombarded by confusing thoughts and stressful (if not more on the awkward side) events.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For some reason I had started feeling awkward around the others. It was mostly the fact that I seriously suspected my back mates of being homosexual. Especially Jaejoong &amp;amp; Yunho. They've been very touchy lately. I'm not as naive as everyone puts me to be. The expectation of yaoi couples have raised over the last few months. Next thing you know, they'll want to&amp;nbsp;make a sex tape.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I groaned as images passed over my mind, and set the cup down a little too hard. I squeaked when hot liquid spilled over my hand and counter. I cursed lightly and heaved my tired body up off the stool and quickly grabbed a towel to clean up the mess, not wanting to face Jaejoong-umma's wrath in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was happy for the distraction, and after throwing away the towel I set myself back on my stool. I pushed the cup away and crossed my arms on the table top. As my eyes drooped, my mind fuzzed over. I rested my head on my arms. I wasn't worried about sleeping here, no doubt Jaejoong-umma would find me and send me to bed. With this thought I drifted off....&lt;br /&gt;........................................&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;........................................&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;........................................&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;........................................&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;..............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was shaken awake. How long it had been since I started sleeping I don't know, but it felt like only a few minutes. I groaned and muttered for them to go away. There was a slight laugh which I recognized as Junsu's. I groggily opened my eyes and was happy it was still dark. I saw Junsu's outline, and turned my head away from him, trying to go back to sleep. It was only then I realized how uncomfortable it was sleeping at the table.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;C'mon Min, time to get up and go to bed.&amp;quot; Junsu muttered in my ear, trying to pull me up by my arms. I let out a groan as my muscles screamed at me to stay still.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Go away.&amp;quot; I muttered trying to get him off.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;quot;Not until you go to bed. Jaejoong-hyung will start to feel guilty about not looking over you properly and making you go to bed, if he finds you in the morning. And you know how he acts if he feels guilty. Babying you even more. He'll never leave you alone.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That got me up, but I&amp;nbsp;got up too fast and stumbled. My body was stiff from sleeping in the chair. I fell onto Junsu&amp;nbsp;who &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;u&gt;happened &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;to be &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;u&gt;right there.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; He tried to stable me, but slipped on some milk that I had missed and sent us straight to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I pushed myself up on my hands with a groan, and suddenly the light was turned on and temporarily blinded me for a moment. There was a gasp and I squinted up and met the eyes of Jaejoong-umma.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 'Oh God.' I thought as I tried to see what Jaejoong could see...Me and Junsu on the floor. Me hovering over him. Clothes and hair disheveled. 'Oh God.....This does not look good....'&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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