Two Vibrant Hearts Could Change - Comments

damn that was really sad...poor pippa...poor matt

Awww poor Pippa!
Hope it works out ^__^
moreee ;D
x x

*New reader*
I love this story!
Cant wait for more!
*Subscribes*

god this story is a-mazing!
she needs matt!
but needs zacky 2!
love it soo much!
can't wait for more :)

Oooch.
This don't look good for Pippa and Matt!!!!

I LOVE this story, love love love love love it!!!!!!!!!!!

yer omg this is really good....newreader!!! xD

OH MY MATT ZACKING SYNNY JOHNBOB JIMMYLICKIN' GOD!
:cheese: :cheese: :cheese: :cheese: :cheese: :cheese: :cheese:

Lol, I cried at the end, but I already told you this on emesen :tehe:
HAHA. everytime I write "emesen", Alex reads it as "Semen"
Fucking gagging for it, he is.

Anyways;; here wee go with your comment.

(Lol, I know I have one too many 'e's in there, but it made me laugh that I wrote 'wee' so yeah.)

I LIKE BIG BUTTS AND I CANNOT LIE

Yes, that would be my essay title. Within this essay, I will expand on the use of big butts in this story. Oh wait...there are none.

...

Which story am I reading then? o_O

:tehe:

Moving swiftly on...

I look up to her perfect hair, her radiant eyes and her stunning smile, and I feel such a fool.


WHY CAN'T I BE LIKE THAT?!?
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?

Woah, woah, woah - Mattie?

omgno: :omfg: :grr: :shock:
DOES HE LOOK LIKE A SHEEPDOG?!?
No, I thought not.
Mattie indeed ¬_¬
Wtf is that?
I wouldn't name my shit that.


She throws her arms round his neck again and at this point I throw my head back and gulp down more of my beer, and I hope it kicks in quickly to dilute the nausea I feel.

Yeah...Pippa...that's not normally how alcohol works, love.
Lol, I love talking to my fictional self ;)


“Pippa, you really don’t look well,” he whispers. “I think you should go back to the bus and lie down. Have something else to eat,”

“I’m fine,” I repeat forcefully.

Well now I feel mean!
Poor Zacky :hug:
But he's trying to fatten me up :evil:
:tehe: *no comment about Zacky's podge*

“At least slow down with the beer, huh, babe?”

“I’m not a fucking teenager, Zachary,” I spit, not needing this baby-sitting behaviour right now. He shrinks back to his seat, clearly hurt. It shocks me that I don’t care if he’ll forgive me for it later or not.

:cheese: Pippa, you bitch!
He's only trying to be nice and look after you
I hope it's the alcohol making me an absolute twat in this :tehe:

“And you must be Philippa - am I right?” she asks, holding out her hand for me to shake.

“Pippa,” I correct her, hesitantly taking her smooth hand in mine and shaking it. I hate it when people call me by my full name.

HA.
HURT YOUR SLUTTY FEELINGS.

:tehe: I'm sorry, I know she's lovely in real life - but I'm entitled to be mean in this comment because this story is so well written it's like it's real ¬_¬

“Yes, sorry – I’m bad with names,” she laughs, and I fake a smile back. “I’m Val; I’m a, uh - good friend of Mattie and the band. It’s nice to meet you, finally – I’ve heard a lot about you,”

I thought dogs were man's best friend.
Oh, you mean MATT SANDERS
Yeah, don't call him 'Mattie'
Unless you want each and every one of those teeth knocked out.

“I can believe that from videos I’ve seen, but I’ll go watch round the sides of the stage tomorrow night, instead. I’d rather hang out back here and get to know you, anyway,”

Stop being so nice, when I'm being so mean.
I love your boyfriend, okay?!
Oh wait...part-boyfriend :tehe:

“I’m great, thanks. It’s really nice to see you again,” I say genuinely, still managing to keep the smile on my face as Val takes her coat off to reveal her slim figure further through a lace halterneck top.

IT'S NOT FAIR.
*throws tantrum*
*changes into corset*
Ha ha. I'm thin now too :weird
Although I can no longer breath *falls backwards*

I burst out into the humid night and I know I should go and lie down on the bus, but I don’t. I leave the back parking lot completely and turn out onto the alien street, which is darker than it usually would be at this time due to grey clouds overhead. I ignore the threatening rumbles they give and take another swig, closing my eyes and concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other. The sound of my sneakers slapping against the pavement soon becomes background noise as I walk down streets and passages, taking random turns to avoid crowds and dark figures in alleyways.

Yep, that's it Pippa.
Go wander the streets when you're pissed off your face.
Real smooth :roll:
You'll die on a doorstep and some serial rapist will come around and...
Oh look, there's that word again :coffee:

“Pippa? Holy shit – are you asleep? Pippa!"

No, I'm running the London fucking Marathon.


“Is she here to get back with you?” I ask shakily, before a rumble of thunder deafens me from above.

“I – I don’t know. I’ve got to talk to her first, settle things out and find out what she wants…”

:cheese: BUT WHAT ABOUT WHAT YOU WANT?!?
You just said above that it wasn't a good relationship

“Well, then, it’s like you said this afternoon – we can’t do this,” I say, and every word hurts my heart to say. “It was hard enough with just Zack but now Val’s here… it’s even worse.”

Don't listen to her, she's drunk *limp wrist*

“Thanks, but I think it’d be too dangerous for me to rely so heavily on you again,” I mumble, my throat blocking up with disappointment. I’d been half hoping for him to disagree, to plead with me to have him back…

Yeah it's all or nothing, mister *clicks fingers in Z motion*
And this would be where you shout and be like;

":cheese: NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU PIPPAH! AH LUV YEW! DON'T EVAH LEEV ME AGEN!"

No? Okay...

I groan as I realise I’m now going to have to face questions and pity from the group and as Syn comes to a halt in front of me, I let him drape his jacket over me as he dials Zack’s number.

*ashamed*
Lol, I'm causing more hassle than I'm worth on this tour.
Why haven't they told me to fuck off yet? :tehe:

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand...that would be the end of this comment.
Even though it's well shorter than what I normally do
Damn you and your serious writing *shakes fist*

But I love you for it so *shrugs*

*cheesy American accent*
Join us next time on...*cheesy music*

Two...Vibrant Hearts....

....

Could Change *cheesy grin*
*tooth glistens*

ILYUTVP xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

woooot great update

Good story, compadre.
:]

OMG what the hell is Val doing there!? Nooo! :(
I'm so excited about the next chapter! I can't wait to see what happens. :D

I am completely in love with this story. I think I need to go to a meeting from being so obsessed with it haha. But in all seriousness, it's amazing, and you should deffinately write/publish more soon... Again, though, I love it!

Fucking amazing!!!!!!
cant wait for more!!!

Ohhh this is gonna be good!!!!
Can't wait to see what happens!!

O-M-G!!!
more soooooooon?. =]

Awesome update.

omg i would beat him.

this story rox. luv it.

Poor Pippa... Hopefully Matt doesn't do anything stupid to upset her.....

AHH! I had shortness of breath on that one! What in the world!? What are those two doing back? You have to update soon, the craziness is gonna make me burst a vessel!

*breathes heavily*
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO ME, SAM?!
OH MY GOD.
*dies*
*ressurects*

Yes, spelt like that.
I'll come back to life just for this comment, but then I'm dying again, OKAY?!

Proximity acts as a catalyst for things to happen and develop; whether you like it or not, relationships can form or break and feelings can change. When you’re in a confined space for a length of time, the days and weeks pass either slowly or quickly, depending how you look at it. The days can merge together with the repetitive tasks that you do so that at the end it seems like you haven’t done much, or they can drag on and on. For some people on this tour bus it’s the same everyday – sleeping, socialising, playing shows and occasionally writing. For me, it’s sleeping, socialising, thinking and lying. It’s the latter two I hate the most.

In despite of all the thoughts going through my head right now, THAT was the most amazing thing I've ever read
I love how you added that in - the way it's such a contrast against the way you write the rest of the story.
*falls in love*

I clasp my hand over my lips to stop myself groaning and suddenly Matt is right in front of my scrunched eyelids, the negative expression of his eyes an oxymoron to the smile on his face and the hollow, snarl of a laugh that came from his lips last night.

omg =']
Have you seen that weird Gerard Way vid on youtube?
The "Will You Butter My Muffin?" thing?
:lmfao With the oxymoron thing in it too.
That was one of the first vids I saw when I suddenly developed an obsession with MCR.
LOL, great first-impression =']


And then I open my eyes, and he’s gone.

:cheese: WHY IS THE RUM ALWAYS GONE?!

“Mornin’,”

The surprised jerk of my hand causes coffee to slop over the edge of the mug and onto the worktop, and I look round to see Matt leaning lazily against the lounge doorframe.

:lmfao Slick, Pippa.
Real slick.
*shakes head in shame*

I glance back at him and smile uncertainly, but then a loud clattering of feet on the stairs disrupts us and Matt’s warm hand leaves my skin.

“Howdy partners,” Syn yawns brightly, clapping a hand on Matt’s shoulder.

:cheese: SYN!
Worst timing ever, mate.
Fucking hell *rolls eyes*
LMAO I JUST WROTE "FUCKING HEEL"
I dunno it made me laugh

“Fair enough,” Syn closes, flicking his gaze to me and then back to the singer - I wish he wouldn’t do that; his attentiveness makes me nervous.

He fucking well knows! :cheese:

Matt brushes past me as he follows his friend, and I shiver at the sensation of his proximity and the warmth radiating from his body. I want his light grip on my hip to stay there, to pull me closer – but instead it moves away. Oh, I’m fucked.

"Oh, I'm fucked"?
A bit late for that.
:lmfao I thought my reactions were slow.
Oh wait, this IS me we're talking about.
*goiggle*

“Glad to hear it, chick,” he winks. “Zack?”

“Yeah, he’s fine,”

"CHICK!"
*jumps up and down*
*wets pants*
Awww man, not again.

“Ah, but what if you give up smoking?” I tease, trying to lighten the mood.

Matt laughs. “Dude, I always said that was the stupidest work you’ve ever had done. I mean it looks cool and all, but ‘Marlboro’?”

:lmfao
Hurt his lame-ass feelings.

“If you love something, why not get it inked on you?” he shrugs.

Hint, hint, Matt ;)

“You should’ve gotten ‘dumb fuck’ written instead,” I joke. “It fits,”

:lmfao!!!
Hurt his dumb-fuck feelings.

“Oh, ha ha ha,” Syn drawls sarcastically, standing up but then nearly falling back down as the motion of the bus jerks and stops.

Why are you being sarcastic?
That was fucking hilarious!
Don't be afraid to call yourself a dumb-fuck.
I always call myself that xD

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Seward,” Syn groans, throwing a grape at Johnny. Jimmy goes one further and pelts the bassist with shoes from a pile by the door.

:lmfao Who throws a shoe?
Honestly.
:lmfao in Austin Powers,
"Who throws a cupcake? Honestly ¬_¬"
='] So funny, I nearly wet my pants.

“In case you’d forgotten, my sneakers got totally trashed last night somehow – and I’m naming no names for the culprit but it starts with a Z and rhymes with 'tacky'.”

Ze backy.
gansta for - The Tobacco.
Therefore it must be SYN.
Haha. He looks like the type to shit in Johnny's shoe.


“Well I don’t fancy getting hounded by fans today, I’m just too tired for it,” Matt claims. “I might just lurk in a coffee shop for three hours.”

Yeah ¬_¬
Fucking teenies.
It's my job to ravish Matt, not theirs ¬_¬
Well...it was until the end of this chapter :cry:

“Stunning – you look beautiful,”

Sam giggles and clutches the red dress longingly. “Thanks. There’s no way I can afford this, though…”

Ahem...steal it ;)

We change out of our dresses again quickly, for every second I spend in it is another chance it will get ruined somehow by my clumsiness.

OI :cheese:
Well...yeah you got a point there actually :tehe:

I hang that garment back up on the rail but do however purchase the shoes I tried on with it –black chunky heels – before we leave the shop, and decide to go for coffee.

You know me too well.
I can walk in chunky heels, I can.
Just not in stiletto.
Spelt like that.
Singular.

“I’m not going to answer that truthfully because I don’t want to make this harder for the both of us – but there’s no denying that last night was when I cracked, seeing you two – well…”

I know exactly how you feel now :cry:

“That guy has the suckiest timing…” he grumbles, leading me out of the café and into the main part of the mall.

Awww :inlove:
I wish he told me he loved me and that everything would be okay, when now I know that it won't because yet another big obsticle is in the way and *sobs*

='] oh the drama.

He kisses my cheek and I finish my first beer long before anyone else, earning myself worried glances from Matt and Zacky as I reach for another.

Oh, there's plenty more where that came from after what's about to happen, I can tell you.

Her sleek blonde hair gleams in the light and her teeth are impossibly white, her eyes sparkling as she sets her eyes on someone in the room.

Pretty much everything I'm not.
*fool*

My mind suddenly searches through all my memories with the band and tries to find a snippet of conversation with or about Michelle that contained information on her sister, and any connection to Matt she may have – but I fail to find anything other than a name. Matt appears to hold her just as tightly and a surge of jealousy and outrage takes over my brain, and I feel sick to the stomach as Valary DiBenedetto plants a soft, short kiss on Matt’s lips.



Nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
*drops to knees dramatically and sobs*

I was so not expecting that, Sam! :cheese:
How dare you lead me on as if something good is about to happen and you drop that bombshell on me!
Hmph.
I should've known.
*sobs again*

And as I promised...

*dies painfully*

*wakes up*

WAIT.

ily :con:

*dies for good this time*