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17 August 2009 @ 09:05 pm
but they don't know that you are my beautiful.  

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there's this joe jonas fanfiction,
and its the sequel to my favourite FF ever.
this chapter,
joe was opening his acceptance letters to see
which colleges he got into, and those he didn't.
the thing is, harper, his girlfriend is on a
scholarship to brown,
and he wants to be close to her.

this is the first FF ever that's actually provoked emotion from me.

After the most painfully silent minute of my life, I looked up to find Joe staring blankly at the paper.

His eyes didn’t stray from the sheet in front of him as he whispered the four most devastating words I’d ever heard leave his mouth. “I didn’t get in.”

My heart rate tripled and I was sure Joe could hear it from where he was standing. I looked at him for a long moment and his face remained expressionless. He was still rooted to the same spot in front of me.

I let out a laugh. “You’re joking, right? Come on, Joe. That’s not funny.”

His face showed no signs of humor. Standing up, I walked the few steps over to where he was and took the paper out of his frozen hands.

Dear Joseph,
    The Providence College Board of Admission has completed its evaluation of more than 19,000 applications to the Class of 2012, and it is with great regret that I must inform you that your application could not be included among our acceptances. To deny admission is an unhappy business, as much for those responsible for the decision as for the candidate who is turned away.

I didn’t even read past the first paragraph. Just two phrases were enough to make my eyes well up with tears.

'And it is with great regret… Your application could not be included…'

When I looked up, after what seemed like hours of reading over and over that my boyfriend would not be accompanying me to Providence after all, Joe had turned around so his back was facing me. I wanted nothing more than to take that one step between us and hug him, but I couldn’t. My feet were glued to the floor.

I watched as his shoulders started trembling with heavy breathing and his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He was only a few feet away from me but it might as well have been a few miles. It felt like he was in an entirely different zip code.

He ripped his hands through his hair furiously, tugging and pulling at whatever he could grab between his fingers. And I just idly stood there, unreactive. In a sudden movement, Joe had hurled himself to the other side of the room and in what seemed like slow motion, propelled his arm forward, punching the wall before him with a guttural growl deep from the back of his throat. His fist had punctured a hole in the thin dry wall and a smattering of white dust and plaster rested at his feet.

The stillness was broken.

Horrified, I brought my hand up to my mouth to stifle the sob that wracked through my chest. The tears that had collected in my eyes broke loose and rolled free down my cheeks, running into my mouth and down my chin.

At the sound of my crying, Joe wheeled around on his heels instantly and stared at me like he had just seen me for the first time. And in that moment, I was terrified of him. It was like I didn’t know who he was at all. His chest was heaving up and down as he struggled to catch his breath and his jaw was clenched so tight I could almost hear the grinding of his teeth.

The letter slipped from my grasp and fell to the floor. My mouth opened to speak, but my throat was dry with the words I didn’t know how to say. I felt like a fish out of water.

Then my eyes fell against his and I saw the rage melt away slowly from his gaze.

“Joe?” I managed to croak out. It sounded more like a question that a plea.

He strode across the room to me and in a second had his hands gently cupping my jaw, his forehead set to mine. With eyes closed shut, he slowly slipped to his knees in front of me, hands trailing down my neck, shoulders, and arms until he could wrap them around my waist and bury his face into my stomach.

Another sob ripped through me and I found myself doubling over him, tangling my hands in his hair and kissing the top of his head, silently praying that everything would be okay. But all I could hear was that one sentence.

'And it is with great regret… '


go read it. now.
here's the link:
http://www.jonasbrothersfanfictionarchive.com/viewstory.php?sid=939
to 'A Walk Through Hell', the first part of the series.

and the link to 'As Lovers Go', part two is,
http://www.jonasbrothersfanfictionarchive.com/viewstory.php?sid=1406
you will NOT regret it.
i promise.

go go gooooo!

 
 
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Katie Majorkatiee_93 on September 15th, 2009 06:10 pm (UTC)
grrr indeed.
apparently, everyone in Boston is just like,
'yeah, get out of our state'
'cause theres paparazzi everywhereeee.
so more people hate her now (Y)

i wouldn't mind going to Brown, like.
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Katie Majorkatiee_93 on September 15th, 2009 06:49 pm (UTC)
i thought rhode island was in boston.
ahaha, we know why i didn't take geography at GCSE.
(Y)
eurgh i hate her with her posh voice and her modelling.
blaaaaaaaa.

so, where's yale?
hahaa.
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Katie Majorkatiee_93 on September 15th, 2009 07:21 pm (UTC)
oh, that makes sense.
hahaah (:
you learn something new everyday :D

hmmm, i want to go to yale.
then get an american accent,
and tell everyone i'm from yale, in my accent.
that'd be funnn.
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