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Texts May 21st (Brooke/Stella)

[19:57] Brooke: STELLA OH MY GOD

[19:57] Stella: Brooke use your big girl words [19:57] Brooke: I'm older than you shush [19:57] Stella: only in terms of years [19:57] Brooke: That doesn't make any sense, how else would I be older than you [19:58] Stella: Um...experience? [19:58] Brooke: You have had sex with TWO people, one of which I have no idea who it is [19:58] Stella: Yes but I watch a lot of porn [19:59] Brooke: No you don't [19:59] Stella: I could if I wanted to [19:59] Brooke: STELLA I HAD NEWS STOP DISTRACTING ME [19:59] Stella: Okay I'm sorry Blue Eyes, go ahead [20:00] Brooke: Thank you [20:00] Stella: You're welcome [20:00] Brooke: I might have had sex with Jared on my couch....twice [20:00] Stella: [20:00] Stella: NO WAY [20:00] Brooke: Yes way [20:00] Stella: NO FUCKING WAY [20:01] Brooke: Stella I do not joke about sex [20:01] Stella: Good point....SO TELL ME EVERYTHING [20:01] Brooke: It was really...well it was really good [20:01] Stella: Just good? I knew he didn't have the balls to knock your socks off [20:01] Brooke: Stella Rosemary Spencer [20:01] Stella: What? You didn't even use caps Brooks [20:02] Brooke: I was trying to be polite [20:02] Stella: Seriously? Who are you talking to right now? [20:02] Brooke: Good point [20:02] Brooke: OH MY GOD IT WAS SO FUCKING INCREDIBLE LIKE HE'S SOOOOOOO PRETTY AND IT DOESN'T STOP WHEN HIS CLOTHES COME OFF [20:02] Stella: Not surprising, does his mouth shut off 'cause I think that would kill any boner I had [20:03] Brooke: Stella [20:03] Stella: What [20:03] Brooke: I'm trying to tell a sexy story and you are being rude [20:03] Stella: Okay okay, I'll shut up about his annoyingness [20:03] Brooke: That's not a word [20:03] Stella: Yeah well he's that bad that you have to make up words [20:03] Brooke: STELLA [20:03] Stella: okay I'm shutting up, CONTINUE [20:04] Brooke: And it was the best sex of my life. He took his time when he needed to and he was sweet, yet forceful [20:04] Brooke: We kind of ended up on the floor at one point...'cause we rolled off the couch [20:04] Stella: Seriously? [20:04] Brooke: Yes why is that surprising [20:05] Stella: Because, it's not important [20:05] Brooke: Stella [20:05] Stella: What? I'm being nice [20:05] Brooke: I'm rolling my eyes at you, stop killing my happy [20:05] Stella: Okay okay so the sex was great and you guys got clumsy which is adorable [20:05] Stella: How was his dick was it tiny [20:06] Brooke: Nope, not even a little [20:06] Stella: So it was little then [20:06] Brooke: Shut up. It was really big [20:06] Stella: So just really big and not huge? [20:06] Brooke: STELLA [20:06] Stella: What [20:07] Brooke: Don't...look I thought you'd be more...enthused about this [20:07] Stella: About you and asshole's sex? [20:07] Brooke: STELLA [20:07] Brooke: I can't talk to you when you're like this. I'll call you tomorrow when you can learn to be the Stella I know and love

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May 8th: Save A Dance For Me

Dean stood on the outskirts. As out of character for him as it was, he seemed to be doing a lot of that lately. It was a sickening feeling, knowing that you were an enemy. Among his friends, his family, the police were watching him, and his school didn't kick him out purely because of his dad. In reality all he had left was Piper, but she had her own problems.

He rubbed his lips together. It would be better for everyone for him to just leave, go to college and visit as rarely as possible. All he wanted was to raise his kid, but how could be a dad if he was such a fuck up? He wasn't a father. He wasn't a role model.

A part of him wanted to leave, he knew mostly everyone at the party wanted him to be as far away from it as possible. He listened as the music changed to a slower song. He looked around for Stella. He hadn't even spoken to her yet, but here he was trying to find her to say goodbye.

#@spikeyourass #Save A Dance For Me

December 27th: I Couldn't Even Imagine Something This Good

Dean spent ten minutes staring at the scene in front of him before actually doing anything. There was his girlfriend, who was incredibly hot, on top of her best friend, who is incredibly hot, and they were both in their underwear. Dean concluded that this was proof there was a god and that he wanted him to be happy. He felt himself getting turned at the giggly, porno-like mess of limbs in front of him.

He reached for Stella's arm, "C'mon baby, let's get both of you up."

It pained him to do it, but they would be stuck like that for hours if he didn't take the initiative to actually separate them. However, she kept wiggling out if his hands and back down on Abby. Dean had to take a deep breath as Stella pressed her face down in to Abby's chest.

Oh dear god. He grabbed Abby by the waist, hoisting her up to her feet and walking her to the couch before doing the same with Stella.

#I Couldn't Even Imagine Something This Good #@abbysillypants #@spikeyourass

December 22: You've Got My Heart On A String

Dean checked had checked his watch 12 times in the last 10 minutes. He was nervous, though he wouldn't admit it if you asked him. The clock at the port hit 3:30 making a loud dining noise. He took that as a sign to start looking around. Stella had said she would meet him here and if she didn't it would be another three days until he could see her and moreover three days until he could give her his present. He'd hoped she would be able to wear it while he was gone, you know, to show people she was his.

He fiddled with the small box in his pocket. There was that cloud in the back of his mind that she wouldn't like it. Maybe she would think it is was to bright or shiny to wear. Or maybe even too expensive. Which he couldn't blame her for, it was the biggest purchase he'd ever made.

And he'd even wrapped it himself, he'd gone out and found wrapping paper especially for the occasion. It was Sponge Bob Christmas wrapping paper with little Sponge Bobs And Garys wearing Santa hats all over it.

He looked down and checked his watch again.

#You've Got My Heart On A String #@spikeyourass

December 18th: (BT 4:30 PM) I'm On The Edge With You

Dean and Piper arrived at the pool party relatively late. Piper had been complaining about going, making excuses about why she couldn't go in her attempt to stay out the social gathering. Dean wouldn't take no for answer, guilting her into go going to be telling her that he wouldn't go if she didn't and that if he didn't he wouldn't get to see his girlfriend. Piper of course played into the guilt and left the house unhappily.

They arrived at Fraze's to a house full of people. Dean hadn't expected this many people to actually go. He assumed it would be Joey, Cherry, Abby, Stella, and maybe a few adults. It ended up being a full party and Dean didn't see one familiar face aside from Evvy's. He dropped Piper with her, handing his sister her bottle of rum, "Piper, go be social. Even if it means you need to get drunk first."

He left to go look for Stella. The house was huge and Dean found himself wandering around it, poking his head in to random rooms, calling her name softly. Finally, he heard voices coming from a room down one of the hallways. He walked toward the noise, his ears catching the baritone of his friend Joey. Maybe he knew where she was at, after all he'd asked Cherry to come and that was Stella's sister.

When he opened the door to the room he saw Joey, but also something he didn't expect to find. There was Stella, sitting with Joey, playing a game on the Xbox 360. And it wasn't as if she was sitting there quietly in concentration, she was loud, trashing about and yelling at the game. Not only was she playing a game, it was his favorite game. Dean smiled, he'd never met a girl like this, and he found himself thinking that he was probably the luckiest guy on the planet to have a girl like her.

He watched as Stella's Assassin was killed by guard he laughed loudly, "Oh fuck that those guards don't even play fair!"

#I'm On The Edge With You #@spikeyourass

The One I Came Here For: December 13th

Dean walked down from the stage back to where Melanie was at. She ran up to him, jumping in to his arms, "That was amazing Dean! I had no idea you could sing like that!"

Dean gave her a humble smile, grabbing her hand and leading her out to the dance floor for slow dance. Dean wrapped one arm around her waist as she placed her hand on his shoulder, they grabbed hands and begun swaying to the music. As they moved along to the song he searched for Stella, looking out for Connor that stupid asshole she went with. It came to his surprise when he spotted her.

She sat alone, in a stunning white dress. Dean felt his stomach go light and his head go fuzzy. He nudged Melanie, nodding to his right where she sat. Mel raised her eyebrows, "Is that...is that Stella?"

Dean gulped and nodded, "I'm nervous. I don't get nervous."

Melanie frowned, "Dean, she looks sad. Where's her date?"

He suddenly noticed her defeated look and pressed his lips down into a thin line, "I don't know. Fucking Connor."

Melanie grimaced, "Ew she went with Connor? Isn't he still fucking that dumb ginger girl?"

Dean laughed nervously, "Yeah."

Melanie gave him a sweet smile and spun her way out of his hands. She grabbed him by his jacket collar, "Go get her, Tiger."

He smiled and then realized the situation, "Wait! What to do I do? And what about you?"

Melanie grabbed his shoulder, "Go talk to her, Dean. And I'll be fine, my set's on next anyways."

Dean nodded, looking completely terrified. He spun on his heel and walked towards where Stella sat. She didn't even notice his presence as he stood above her. He sighed, he'd hoped he wouldn't have to start the conversation.

He took a seat next to her, giving her a playful nudge with his shoulder, "Hey, Stella."

#@spikeyourass #The One I Came Here For