Teens Arts Camp.**Closed. Version 2 coming soon!!!! Pm me!**

[iJustWantYourForever]

Kay, so how do I join?

[jays_scene]

(Yepper)

Josh followed after her, gazing at her butt briefly before going to fall into step beside her.

[F R E E ;]

(0.0 he's a butt glancer! Lol.)
Brit smiled as they neared the party room, she heard some music coming from behind the door. She opened the door letting Josh go in first, the music flowing out.

[jays_scene]

(So are a lot of the 8th graders at my school. Now get over it .-.)

Josh flashed her a smile, ducking into the room, and stepping from the way of the door to let her in and letting her catch up.

[F R E E ;]

( ... True. I mean touché or however you spell it. Lol. An eighth grader touched my butt today at school ad I turned around and was like "Pervert." lol.)

Brittney walked in the door and smiled at Josh. "So, what do ya wanna do?"

[jays_scene]

(If someone touched my butt, I'd turn around and punch him in the face. Today, this kid, ironically named Josh, hit me upside the head with his history book as he walked past me while I was sitting in my chair- not hard, but noticablly and was like, tauntingly, "Hah, hah." but he barely finished before I hit him.I swung my arm out, and wacked him in the chest with muh arm. Hard. It was ssssooooo funny, and my history teacher didn't even notice.)

(...I have anger issues, in case you didn't notice trololo)

Josh shrugged. "I don't care, you decide."

[F R E E ;]

(Lol. Trolololololo.)
Brit shrugged, "I dont know. I'd love to hear you sing." she suggested.

[jays_scene]

(trololololololololololololo :L)

"Uhh..." Josh muttered, becoming hesitant, "err.. What song?"

[F R E E ;]

Brittney shrugged, "Whichever one you want I guess. I'm sure your great at any song though." she said, flirting.

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"ummm....," Josh hummed, thinking of a song. "From the depths of H3ll, So far I fell, A deal made with the devil, After all the dust had settled, There's an hourglass of time, Counting down all of the lies,And with every grain of sand, Time is slipping through my hands, Oh! I sold my soul to rock n' roll, I let my demons take control, Redemption seems so far away, This microphone is my escape, Don't mess with Ouija boards, 'Cause now my spirit's torn

I'm bound by fear of being trapped, I'm falling faster, fade to black, Something's standing in my way, Hoping for better days I'm always searching, For serenity, Better days, And I'm always standing, At the edge of reality, Oh!

I spill my heart out on the stage, The only way I feel okay, And right before that curtain calls, I just got one more thing to say, Don't mess with Ouija boards, 'Cause now my spirit's torn."

(Don't Mess With Oujia Boards by Falling In Reverse)