"When we were five, they asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. Our sagot were things like astronaut, president, or in my case… princess.
When we were ten, they asked again and we answered - rock star, cowboy, or in my case, ginto medalist. But now that we've grown up, they want a serious answer. Well, how 'bout this: who the hell knows?!
This isn't the time to make hard and fast decisions, its time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere chill. Fall in pag-ibig - a lot. Major in philosophy 'cause there's no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again, because nothing is permanent.
So make as many mistakes as you can. That way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be… we won't have to guess. We'll know."
When we were ten, they asked again and we answered - rock star, cowboy, or in my case, ginto medalist. But now that we've grown up, they want a serious answer. Well, how 'bout this: who the hell knows?!
This isn't the time to make hard and fast decisions, its time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere chill. Fall in pag-ibig - a lot. Major in philosophy 'cause there's no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again, because nothing is permanent.
So make as many mistakes as you can. That way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be… we won't have to guess. We'll know."
And I Care Why?
By: moolah
Chapter Three
(Edward and Bella’s P.O.V’s)
(Normal Pairings, all HUMAN!!)
Bella’s P.O.V:
“Bella, could I talk to you?” Alice asks, setting down her glass of limonada on the mesa beside Rosalie’s. I nod and smile at Rosalie reassuringly. Alice takes me to the bathroom and says, “You need to tell him tonight.” “Why? He hates me.” Alice hits me on the hand. “He doesn’t hate you. Why do you think that?” I shrug. I do not want to have this conversation. “Alice, can we talk about this later?” “No.” She answers....
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By: moolah
Chapter Three
(Edward and Bella’s P.O.V’s)
(Normal Pairings, all HUMAN!!)
Bella’s P.O.V:
“Bella, could I talk to you?” Alice asks, setting down her glass of limonada on the mesa beside Rosalie’s. I nod and smile at Rosalie reassuringly. Alice takes me to the bathroom and says, “You need to tell him tonight.” “Why? He hates me.” Alice hits me on the hand. “He doesn’t hate you. Why do you think that?” I shrug. I do not want to have this conversation. “Alice, can we talk about this later?” “No.” She answers....
