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Come Back to Me: Chapter 1 (Part 1)

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Uploaded by on Jan 14, 2010

It took a little while but I found a song to match the plot. It's in the video. All These Lives by Daughtry, I pitched shifted it to make the voice higher and the beat slower. Oh and i'm titling each chapter. And yes, they will be called chapters although it's a 'movie' because it's actually going to be a bit deeper and more descriptive than my other stories. I think. So I want it to be more 'book-like'. So I guess it isn't a movie. It's a story. Whatever. Ugh, I think it's going to have to be more than one part, I hate making parts. Anyways. I'll stop blabbing on now. Bye! Enjoy & comment (:


Come Back to Me: Chapter 1
(I was completely in love with her.)


(Joe's Point of View)

My name is Joseph Adam Jonas. And when I was young, I was in love with the most intelligent, kind and breath takingingly gorgeous little girl in the entire world. She had charmingly full lips like velvet; dark hair that cascaded down her back and she always smelled like the sea and fresh summer oranges. Her skin was soft and silky, and it sent electric sparks that soared through my fingertips and into my veins. Her chocolate eyes with caramel specs always glistened with bliss, even to the most sinister people. And her smile. Oh, her smile. It stretched from ear to ear, her perfectly white teeth glittering with each spread of the lips. She was stunning. She didn't seem to have a care in the world. Nothing could bring her down. Her laugh was loud, thriving and virtually impossible to not be infectious. And although I wasn't even a teenager yet...I was completely in love with her.


And she never got the chance to find out.

I remember my 11th birthday vividly. August 15th, 2000. We had a party. It was for both her and me, just like it was every year. Because she was born on August 20th. But she had turned 7. I had asked for a new bicycle. Not just any bicycle. I wanted the Z3000, the one with the nine different gears, the soft rubber handlebars that seems to take in your fingertips like quicksand. It was tough too, not like the bikes my friends owned. It was a BMX bike, a real man's bike is what I would tell my parents weeks before my brithday. And it was black with dark gray racing strips on it's tiny inner poles. You're probably wondering why I'm rambling on about a bicycle I yearned for a little less than 10 years ago. Well, I got the bike...but it broke into pieces. I let my best friend take it down the steepest hill in the neighborhood. She was the first to ride it. And that's because I was in love with her. Or at least I thought I was, afterall, I was eleven years old. "Joey, help me. It's too tall." I remember her taking a deep breath after I helped her onto my glossy, new bike. Her little hands grasped around the handlebars and her big brown eyes narrowed at the steep hill below her. She bit her lip and squinted in total and complete concentration.
"Demsy?" I had whined, "Go!" It was no use though. She hadn't heard me. Typical. Whenever she concentrated hard on something she wanted to achieve, or anything really, she lost herself in it. She couldn't hear anything around her. And that was one of the millions of things I loved about her. She blinked a few times before focusing her attention back on me. She let go of one handlebar and stuck out her tiny fist to me. I bumped it and she laughed a little, which consequently caused her other hand to loosen on the brake. I remember rushing after her as her bike eased to the edge of the hill, but then their was a breakoff and she went flying down. She screamed out in joy and I could tell she was having the time of her life as her long, dark hair flew about. But then she screamed in agony. In fear. And I sprinted down that hill. But I didn't make it in time. She was already laying on the concrete road, my new BMX bike on top of her, her hands and knees a bloody, scraped up mess.


COMMENT ON BOTH PARTS PLEASE. (:

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  • I just LOVE the way you write! I fell in love with your writing in Heartbeat and you keep getting better and better!

    When I was reading this it was like in a movie! I was seeing it, and sometimes feeling it! So real! LOVED IT!

    And off we go to the next one! :D

  • DEMI U FOOL!!!!!!!! LOL Im jk but that sux fer Joe!

  • aw, that so sad...and love your descriptiveness (if that even a word) I coud picture everything so clear =D

  • Loved it :)

  • I loved it :) amazing

  • OMG poor Demi!

    post more soon PLEASE!

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