at denny's

brendon and spencer walked in they seemed really upset

"hey guys...wat wrong?"- i said giving each one of them a hug
"well...brent quit...or he neutraly agreed to leave..."spencer said
"wait...and thats a bad thing..?"-i said, ryan glared,"just kidding im just kidding"- i said " but u have to admit..brent, well... wasnt the best..and i never really liked him...hehe"- i said as i laughed nervously.
"well, ya but where are wwe gonna find a new bassist?"-ryan
"lets talk about this later first we have to ask sarah THE QUESTION.."- brendon
all of them looked at eachother with a smirk on their faces
"um...wat question?"-i said
"u know how i said welle talk about it later...this morning? well its later and we were wondering if u wanted to come with us on the tour and u know be like our secondary manager or somthing...?"-ryan
"um...wow...i dont know wat to say..i mean i do... but, um...i want to go..but i already have a job and..well if i leave i wont get that job back..."
"but u wont need that job..even when u get back, because this isnt gonna be the only tour were gonna have and we want u to be permanet(sp?)"-brendon
"ok then...sure!"
"lets eat"-ryan

after a great breakfast with interesting conversations

"i need a ride home!"- i said
"u really need a car"-ryan
"pshh i have u guys why do i need a car hahah?!!?!"
"true"-spencer
"ill give u a ride!!"-brendon
"no its ok im giving her a ride.."-ryan
"whooo~!!! i get to ride in a mercedes!!!"

on the ride home

"ryan.."
"ya?"
"do u mind helping me pack?"
"sure"
"i dont know how much stuff to pack"

my house

as i said before i have 7 brothers and sisters...most of them are all out on a saturday but for some reason my little brother...wait all my brothers are little ...anyways kenny was sitting on the couch alone
"hey kenny why arent u outside with ur sisters and brothers"-i said
"hi sarah, i dont know... i kinda dont want to play outside...o hi ryan!"-kenny said as he hugged ryan
"hey kenny"-ryan
"ok how about u come to my house and hang out with us..since u dont want to hang out with ur siblings..?"-ryan i guesse ryan knew why he was so sad. kenny said ok and me and ryan went upstairs

"why was kenny acting so weird"-i asked
"haha ur his sister and u dont know ?"
"no.."
"he probaably missing his birth parents.."
"aww why didnt i think of that?"
"unlike everyone here, his birth parents died when he was smart old enough to remeber his real parents"
"awww thats so sad"
"i feel kinda bad...so ryan wat should i pack?"
"hahah ill help"

after packing

"time to go!!o my gosh im so excited!!"-i said
"hahah ur so cute when ur excited"-ryan said
"telling me im not cute everyday?!?haha just kidding"-i said
"go get kenny, i put my stuff in the car...and tell my parents that im leaving ok?"-i said
"ok"

we left for his house...for some reason i felt a weird feeling of regret

what if love doesnt exist? what if love was a thing like communism? there but all a lie?

what if i killed myself this moment? not knowing everything is a lie? what if i told u i loved u? would u believe it?

i keep telling myself love isnt real

love isnt real, love isnt real, love isnt real, love isnt real

would i be able to manipulate myself into something ?

and wat about all those girls starving themselves? and the kids not having a choice on whether or not they eat? where is the love in their lives?

and all the terrorists? wheres the love in that? and if love is real why is there racism? sexism? abuse? why are there people of the own race hating each other?

love? love? then why does the "hott" girl always get the guy?

i no there is no love in the world

i dont believe in love but flings ,

i will not give in and settle down in a home with a husband who "loves" me i will save my love for the kids, people, animals, monkeys who doesnt get love and never did

lets see who actually reads this

~intro~

im sarah, and u can say im not so different...if u dont count that i have been neighbors with ryan and spencer(Panic!at the disco) for a really long time, so unlike all the other girls i have hung out with them. o and back to wat i was saying about me being the same, i guesse im not so different if u leave the fact of me being an adopted girl in a family of 7 (all adopted,i was the third adopted), i have had many foster-parents before my parents now, we live in a big house and i hardley get to see my dad because of his work..i havent figured out wat he does yet...dont get me wrong i wasn adopted recently, actuallly i was adopted when i was 6, but anyways... all i know about his job is that he gets paid(alot). i guesse thats how he pays for all 7 kids rite? again im going really off topic, my birthmom and dad were druggies who lef me in a cart at a supermarket (in an aisle) when i was really little, they were found dead in a river the day after(i have no idea wat happened) i was sent all over the country trying every recomended fosterparent until i came across the dessen's who took me in and never gave me up. i lived in their house for a year as a foster child and they adopted me as their own.

so ever since i  was adopted i knew ryan and spencer, i went to the same school as ryan and we were best friends but as for spencer...we dated from 7th grade till sophmorre, we had to end it because things were getting tooo serious which was fine with spencer but i just wanted to have fun, i mean i luved him and i still  do but as a friend and nothing else. and as soon as we broke up i found i had feelings for my best friend... ryan, the cute little boy i had sleepovers with and played trucks with.