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JB and TMT a true love story Tara's pov Chapt 4 pt 1
Chapter Four (Tara?s point of view) Part one The ride home (More) Chapter Four (Tara?s point of view) Part one The ride home was uneasy with my two hormone crazy cousins. All they managed to talk about was the Jonas Brothers. I myself didn?t find them at all that pleasing or amusing. I waited impatiently for the limbo to arrive in the alley, but it lasted longer. My cousins wouldn?t stop babbling on about the boys. Finally I was included in there conversation; something I should have seen coming. ?So Tara looks like you and Kevin were hitting it off well, the way he was staring at you!? Tori shouted with excitement. ?Oh really, I didn?t notice,? I lied. ?I think he likes you!? Madison added the unnecessary comment like we were spilling our hard cold alibis right then and there. I ignored them after that. I wasn?t much in the mood for crushes at the moment, or fruity little girls! I closed my eyes concentrating on my apartment. How I longed to be away from my jittery cousins and lounge in my desk chair staring at-an empty screen. My failing stories soon filled my mind with trancing thoughts. My stories weren?t going anywhere. Most of them now were only filled with meaningless words and empty feelings never diminishing only multiplying. I had no life and that I could clearly see. We pulled up to the shabby building I like to call home. Its darkened windows didn?t scare me to much that night, for I was to preoccupied by my thoughts. Once the limbo drove out of sight I thought it would be a good time to flicker my lighter on and with that I entered my lonely home. The next day at work was hectic. I couldn?t cover several tables in time for the huge fat man to have a heart attack. He yelled in my face going on about how his diabetes gave him a low blood sugar and that he couldn?t wait another minute. To my immediate rescue, my friend Ellie stalked in holding a tray of jelly crescents in her short arms. ?Ellie thank-you so much!? I smiled. ?Girl and I thought I had problems!? Ellie flashed her half smile that she only showed when she was really amused.? Where is your head lately?? ?Not in my writing,? I mumbled. I wasn?t entirely sure if she heard it, but she rolled her eyes in a fashion that could have been natural; the dramatic she is! Work rushed into the afternoon and to my surprise I was once again let out early. Honestly, I began to think that my boss was doing this on purpose. In its own special way, I liked it. On my way home I only thought of my stories. Why were they failing now? When I risk my future to achieve their approval? That was when I bumped into someone. On top of all the humiliation I went through, it still wasn?t over. (Less)