tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051370284621450772024-03-19T03:31:12.856-07:00We Breathe JemiBarbara Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11795035325750202133noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505137028462145077.post-81885472064964103662011-08-31T07:14:00.000-07:002011-08-31T03:14:40.592-07:00Eu só respiro você.<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>1ª TEMPORADA.</b><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>14°Capítulo:</b> Ciúme.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Narrado por:</b> Demi.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxwUXB248cXiXykh0EASQiT7vPMuLY7MqF0pUTJevXFROFHb3cuK-Idy774tohU30hg9CsySVtXcDvydL0AIn7z_4cDqG9oIqUuRb29EHZgOp-vVz4FjWJmXkmqGaQqLoeHBvIH1txQRs/s1600/demi-lovato-photos-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxwUXB248cXiXykh0EASQiT7vPMuLY7MqF0pUTJevXFROFHb3cuK-Idy774tohU30hg9CsySVtXcDvydL0AIn7z_4cDqG9oIqUuRb29EHZgOp-vVz4FjWJmXkmqGaQqLoeHBvIH1txQRs/s1600/demi-lovato-photos-4.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Não... Está tudo bem. – ele disse, cabisbaixo, e me levando até a porta. – Até amanhã.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Epa, espera. – eu ri. – Eu não vou entrar. Não até eu saber por que você está assim.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Não é nada!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Você está com ciúme do Nick.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Não estou. – ele disse, irritado.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Está. Eu percebi a sua cara quando ele me beijou e quando fizemos o trabalho em dupla.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - E se for? VOCÊ É MINHA NAMORADA! – ele se alterou.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Que ciúme idiota. Ele é teu irmão. E eu JAMAIS te trairia.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Sabe... Eu não sei Demi. Sinceramente, você pareceu gostar, quando os lábios dele encostaram-se a sua bochecha.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eu nunca fui tão insultada em toda a minha vida.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - E eu jamais havia sido traído.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eu não te traí! – eu gritei. – É difícil entender? – eu comecei a chorar.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Demi... – ele disse, triste, vendo as lágrimas caírem de meus olhos.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Não toca em mim. – eu soluçava.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Demi... Me perdoa. – ele se aproximou, me abraçando na cintura. Eu encostei a cabeça em seu ombro.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eu nunca fui tão insultada. Você falou comigo como se eu fosse uma vadia qualquer, que só estivesse com você por diversão... – eu enxuguei algumas lágrimas.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Me desculpe... Eu não queria que você se magoasse... É que... Sim... Eu fiquei com ciúmes. Nick beijou seu rosto, e parecia que vocês tivessem algo...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Pois pare de pensar assim. É você quem eu amo, e vou amar pro resto da minha vida. Eu segurei seu rosto. Ele enxugou as últimas lágrimas que continuavam e insistiam em cair, e me beijou.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Depois, nos despedimos, e eu entrei em casa. Meus pais não estavam lá, e deixaram um bilhete, dizendo que tinham ido ao mercado, e provavelmente, demorariam.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Esquentei meu almoço, e depois, lavei o prato e os talheres. Fui ver se tinha algum dever, e felizmente, não. Me joguei no sofá, e eu estava feliz, pois o dia seguinte, seria sexta feira.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cochilei um pouco, e acordei com o meu celular tocando. Era Joe.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oi amor. – ele disse.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oi. – eu disse, meio sem graça.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - O que foi, Demi?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Nada...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ainda está triste comigo. Certo? <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - É...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Vou aí te buscar. Quero sair com você.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Joe...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Sem mais. Um beijo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ele desligou o telefone. Eu então, fui em arrumar depressa, e deixei um bilhete á meus pais, avisando aonde iria, mesmo sem saber.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ele tocou a campainha.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oi. – ele sorriu, e me deu um selinho.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oi. – eu sorri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Vamos? – ele disse.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ok.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ele me levou a um parque. Um lugar muito lindo e calmo. Só estávamos eu e ele lá.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Me perdoa? – ele disse, olhando em meus olhos, e segurando em minhas mãos.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Tudo bem... Já te desculpei.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Não. Você ainda está triste comigo, e isso está escrito em seus olhos. Por favor, minha Dem, eu não quero lhe perder. – ele olhava fundo em meus olhos. Eu o agarrei, e o beijei intensamente.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eu te amo. – eu disse.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eu também te amo, muito. E é por isso o meu ciúme. Eu te quero pra mim, só pra mim.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nos beijamos novamente.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Não precisa de ciúme, Joe. Eu vou ser sua. Nick é só um amigo. – eu disse.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Depois, ficamos andando por lá. Uma hora se passou, e voltamos para casa. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Chegando lá, meus pais já haviam chegado.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oi mãe. Pai. – eu sorri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Olá querida. – meu pai disse.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oi filha. – minha mãe respondeu, sorridente.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Vou ficar no meu quarto, tá bem?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ok querida.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Subi as escadas correndo, e me deitei na cama. Meu celular tocou.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Alô?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oi Demi. – era Miley.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oi Miles.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Dá pra a gente se encontrar?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Tudo bem... Vem aqui em casa.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ok.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ela desligou o telefone. Desci as escadas correndo, e a campainha tocou.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oi. – eu sorri e disse.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oi. – ela parecia brava.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Mãe, pai... Essa é Miley. Uma de nossas vizinhas.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Bem Vinda querida. – eles disseram, sorrindo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fomos para o meu quarto.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Qual é o problema? – eu perguntei.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Você.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - O que?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - É, você. Sabe muito bem que eu gosto do Nick e... – eu a interrompi.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Até você?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - O que?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ciúmes.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Como assim?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Joe também ficou com ciúmes.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - E por que? <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Por que agente tá namorando.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ela ficou boquiaberta, e eu percebi que havia falado demais.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>Barbara Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11795035325750202133noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505137028462145077.post-49310092129569854522011-08-25T16:20:00.000-07:002011-08-25T12:21:03.201-07:00Eu só respiro você.<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>1ª TEMPORADA.</b><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>13°Capítulo: </b>Às escondidas.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Narrado por:</b> Demi.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUvTniTpPqu5OXVLqg1mYBMqw5wPm5UL-HnaM8IeRFSx37heF5el-W1QxfgM7IzBYGn1swfH6Y7DXU-FG2ze0eZvBWFpBW39KRV-mlgp4XdsTsKqtdeYWwXzTAwaDqhru8axJIFiNxCvc/s1600/4366360691_4444945e0c_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUvTniTpPqu5OXVLqg1mYBMqw5wPm5UL-HnaM8IeRFSx37heF5el-W1QxfgM7IzBYGn1swfH6Y7DXU-FG2ze0eZvBWFpBW39KRV-mlgp4XdsTsKqtdeYWwXzTAwaDqhru8axJIFiNxCvc/s400/4366360691_4444945e0c_z.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Joe, espera. – eu segurei em seu braço, o segurando, de uma maneira que não pudesse se locomover.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Qual o problema, anjo?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Não acho que seja uma boa idéia contar á meus pais sobre isto. – eu sussurrei.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Por que? – ele parecia triste.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eles nem te conhecem ainda... Vamos esconder isto por mais algum tempo... É melhor.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Bem... Se você quer assim. – ele sorriu.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ele segurou em minha cintura, olhou fundo em meus olhos, e me beijou. Eu estava completamente apaixonada por ele.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Vamos. – eu disse, pegando em sua mão.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Como assim? – ele disse.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Você vai conhecer meus pais. – eu ri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Entramos, e meus pais estavam no sofá.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Mãe, pai... Oi. – eu sorri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Olá querida. – eles disseram.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Quem é o seu amigo? – meu pai sorriu. Eu percebi que Joe estava com medo. Olhei para ele, e sorri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Esse é Joe. Um de nossos vizinhos. Foi com ele que eu saí agora à noite. – eu ri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ah sim! Fique a vontade. Sente-se! – minha mãe disse, o cumprimentando. – Sou Dianna.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Olá. – ele disse.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Sou Eddie. – meu pai disse, o cumprimentando também. – Sente-se rapaz.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Obrigada. – ele sorriu.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nos sentamos, e começamos a conversar. Meus pais tinham simplesmente o adorado. Isso seria mais um grande motivo, para aceitarem o nosso relacionamento.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Depois de uma hora ter se passado Joe teria de ir embora. Eu fui até lá fora.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Você foi ótimo. – eu sorri, e o beijei.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Seus pais são incríveis. – ele sorriu, me abraçando pela cintura.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Daqui a uma semana podemos contar tudo. – eu sorri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Mal posso esperar. – ele sorriu. – Tenho que ir de verdade. – ele beijou minha testa.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Até amanhã. – eu sorri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Fique tranquila, eu não contarei nada a meus pais ou a minha família. – ele riu.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Melhor assim. – eu sorri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Até, minha Demi. – ele me deu um último beijo, e foi embora.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Entrei em casa, dei boa noite a meus pais, fui tomar um bom banho, e me deitei.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Assim que fechei os olhos, meu telefone tocou.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Alô? – eu disse, sonolenta.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oi minha Dem.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Joe! – eu gritei, rindo. – Como conseguiu o meu número?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Miley me passou.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Você contou pra ela? – eu gritei.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Não! Eu a enrolei, e disse que seria para um trabalho na biblioteca. – ele riu.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ufa... Melhor assim! – eu ri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eu amo o seu riso.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Para. – senti minhas bochechas corarem.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eu amo tudo em você.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Joe! – eu ri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eu te amo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eu também te amo. E agora, preciso dormir. – eu ri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Não quer falar comigo? – percebi seu tom de choro.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Largue de besteira! É claro que sim. Mas amanhã temos aula, ou você se esqueceu?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - É verdade... – ele soltou um riso fraco. – Bem... Amanhã nos falamos. Eu te pego no mesmo horário.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Tá bem. – eu sorri pra mim mesma.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Um beijo. Eu amo você.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eu também.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Desligamos o telefone, e eu fui dormir. Acordei com o despertador. Eram cinco e meia.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Levantei-me de pressa, e fui tomar um bom banho. Escovei os dentes, me arrumei, e fui comer uma tigela de cereal.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Quando eram seis e meia, minha mãe levantou. Expliquei a ela que iria com Joe para a escola, ela entendeu. Nos despedimos, e fui esperá-lo lá fora.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Demorou uns cinco minutos, e finalmente, ele chegou. Entrei no carro e ele me beijou.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Bom dia, amor. – ele sorriu.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Bom dia. – eu sorri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ele fitava meus olhos.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Pare... Eu fico sem jeito quando você me fita. – eu abaixei a cabeça, escondendo o rosto com a franja que estava caída.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Frescura de sua parte. Eu te amo, e vou te olhar pela vida toda. – ele riu.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Bobo. – eu levantei a cabeça, e agora, eu o fitava.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ele acelerou, e partimos para o colégio.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Chegando lá, Miley veio me abraçar.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oi amiga! – ela sorriu.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oi Miles! – eu sorri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Demi...! – Nick me beijou no rosto. Percebi que Miley estava com ciúmes, e Joe, também.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fomos para a primeira aula, e a manhã passou rápido. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Joe me levou até em casa. Ele estava estranho.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Algum problema? – eu disse.</span></span>Barbara Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11795035325750202133noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505137028462145077.post-7525905977609552092011-08-20T10:50:00.000-07:002011-08-20T06:50:00.572-07:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEMI!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbqn7DaHdjzKijtznVS7xixo_fWZqNsUlwiFSE79LOgQyAGFd0J6eWQi12hIaKxWoURPENtMZ9iSU6OxRkc1kd92KMiBFGz4IybX4-jMqmq1ICRqVV1A7hBaeeBeswnN95Rc-Go5xk0Mk/s1600/TCA.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbqn7DaHdjzKijtznVS7xixo_fWZqNsUlwiFSE79LOgQyAGFd0J6eWQi12hIaKxWoURPENtMZ9iSU6OxRkc1kd92KMiBFGz4IybX4-jMqmq1ICRqVV1A7hBaeeBeswnN95Rc-Go5xk0Mk/s1600/TCA.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sim, a nossa garotinha, hoje, já está fazendo 19 anos! Depois de tudo o que ela viveu, depois de tudo o que ela chorou e sofreu, talvez... Ela conseguiu dar a volta por cima, e tudo isso, com o apoio dos pais, e o mais importante, com o NOSSO apoio.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eu tenho o orgulho mais gigante do mundo em poder dizer: EU SOU FÃ DESSA GAROTA QUE PASSOU POR TUDO E TODOS COM UM SORRISO NO ROSTO, E AGORA, ESTÁ ONDE ESTÁ. SIM, EU SOU UMA LOVATIC COM MUITO ORGULHO!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">E tudo o que eu mais queria, era poder dizer isso, frente a frente com ela! Mas talvez... Algum dia isso seja possível! haha.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Só estou aqui para desejar um ÓTIMO aniversário para a minha linda, e que os seus sonhos possam continuar acontecendo, e que o seu sucesso cresça mais e mais, a cada dia, semana, mês, e ano que se vai passar.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Demetria Devonne Lovato, eu te amo mais do que qualquer coisa na vida, e obrigada por existir. Eu devo minha vida a você. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEMI! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">♥</span>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Barbara Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11795035325750202133noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505137028462145077.post-35887109070873285622011-08-18T10:06:00.001-07:002011-08-18T10:06:57.658-07:00COMUNICADO IMPORTANTE!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">OOOOOOOOI. Saudades de vocês, haha *-* Bom... Vim aqui para avisar que eu não sumi, ok? KKKK Nem desativei ou coisa assim. Eu só estou sem tempo pra postar, mas continuo escrevendo a fanfic. Talvez hoje mesmo, ou é mais provável que amanhã, eu volte a postar novamente. Ok? Obrigada pela compreensão minhas lindas.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Um Beijo. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">♥</span>.</span></div>Barbara Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11795035325750202133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505137028462145077.post-88481237583136338832011-08-13T15:23:00.000-07:002011-08-13T11:23:45.304-07:00What's happening?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbZ-iHKd8YAceNzzeYnePwBiwsxJDUBWW1U6pxP1LwO0KNjTWekANKFCx6oCFLLkKttNPWumdSqBOh_YH6Pbc8-yyGEzHVMihYX3P8WeX7ldvp-YvpaXruCT6C1O8Dy3ZQlMQ8ZOadj_k/s1600/blogsxds.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbZ-iHKd8YAceNzzeYnePwBiwsxJDUBWW1U6pxP1LwO0KNjTWekANKFCx6oCFLLkKttNPWumdSqBOh_YH6Pbc8-yyGEzHVMihYX3P8WeX7ldvp-YvpaXruCT6C1O8Dy3ZQlMQ8ZOadj_k/s1600/blogsxds.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A minha fanfic está ruim? Está péssima, ou algo assim? Poucas são as que comentam :/ O máximo são dois comentários... E isso está me deixando triste :/ Poxa, tenho 17 seguidoras lindas, e nem todas comentam... Eu devo excluir o blog, ou coisa assim? ://///</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Um beijo...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Barbara Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11795035325750202133noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505137028462145077.post-87463616429912031832011-08-11T16:15:00.000-07:002011-08-11T12:14:59.244-07:00RECEBENDO SELOS!<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dHT9A8U_EB4/TiHxhQMHsZI/AAAAAAAAB8M/JQ_k_xz1hdY/s1600/Selo+de+Melhor+Escritora.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ganhei das minhas lindas <b>Jéssica</b> e <b>Flávia</b>! Obrigada meus amores! </span></div>Barbara Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11795035325750202133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505137028462145077.post-54093217532853429932011-08-11T14:38:00.000-07:002011-08-11T12:18:13.998-07:00Eu só respiro você.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>1ª TEMPORADA.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>12°Capítulo:</b> Eu estou apaixonado por você.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Narrado por:</b> Demi.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ele tirou a mão de meu rosto, e se afastou, parecendo tímido. </span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> Atendi ao telefone.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Alô? <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Filha, onde está? – era minha mãe.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Estou no parque com meu amigo mãe. Um de nossos vizinhos. Eu deixei um bilhete avisando. Está pregado na geladeira.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Ah, sim... Perdão querida. Tudo bem. Bom passeio, e desculpe atrapalhar. Um beijo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Ok mãe. Imagine. Beijos.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;">Desliguei, e fui falar com Joe.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Me desculpe... Era minha mãe. – eu sorri, sem jeito.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Não... Não tem problema... – ele sorriu, tímido. – Mas Demi... Eu preciso lhe... Lhe contar uma coisa. Pode ser um pouco cansativo para você ouvir. É como se fosse uma teoria.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Tudo bem. – eu sorri. – Pode dizer.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;">Ele olhava fundo em meus olhos.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Bem... – ele começou. Respirou fundo, e depois continuou. – As pessoas precisam do ar... Para poder viver. Certo? <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Certo. – eu ri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Ou seja, sem o ar... Nós morremos. Ele é o bem mais precioso que Deus nos deu. Ele é o que faz agente viver. – seus olhos brilhavam, e ele parecia estar nervoso. – E nesses últimos dias... Eu ando precisando muito de uma coisa. Digamos que sem essa coisa... Eu morra. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Nossa. O que é? – eu disse, amedrontada.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Você. Você Demi. Você é o meu ar. E sem você, eu não vou mais poder viver. Eu te amo e estou completamente apaixonado por ti.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;">Eu não consegui dizer nada. Eu fiquei totalmente paralisada. Seria uma brincadeira dele? Se sim, seria de muito mau gosto. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;">Eu estava sem reação. Não sabia o que dizer. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Ah... Ah... J...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;">Ele se aproximou novamente. Acariciou meu rosto. Eu não conseguia parar de olhar para seus olhos. Eram brilhantes e totalmente perfeitos. Eu o queria mais do que nunca.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;">Ele aproximou seus lábios dos meus, e eles se tocaram de leve.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Demi, fique comigo. Eu estou apaixonado por você.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2uwgMtSuMShQOlnCVY6beH0y6MTU3ddDFjGc0FwUu5hPDXG431i7PCAO1gjS-P25YK7fXivbPwOURqsFunuoM_tIxXxs8elqRfMHMv9Hx1DvN7OBDDGGvNYuziND9NERVr_I0nZvYwoM/s1600/tumblr_l9ix5w0LRD1qbbkco.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2uwgMtSuMShQOlnCVY6beH0y6MTU3ddDFjGc0FwUu5hPDXG431i7PCAO1gjS-P25YK7fXivbPwOURqsFunuoM_tIxXxs8elqRfMHMv9Hx1DvN7OBDDGGvNYuziND9NERVr_I0nZvYwoM/s1600/tumblr_l9ix5w0LRD1qbbkco.gif" /></a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;">Eu agarrei seu pescoço, e nos beijamos em uma intensidade muito maior.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;">Nosso beijo era caloroso. Eu estava amando.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;">Demorou alguns minutos, e depois, nos soltamos, sem fôlego.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Joe, eu preciso lhe contar uma coisa. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Conte tudo o que quiser.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Eu estou apaixonada por você também. Quando te vi, meu coração já se abriu para você, e eu... E eu esperei por isso o tempo todo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Fica comigo. – ele colocou seus dedos em meus lábios, e encostou os deles nos meus, novamente.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Pra sempre.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;">Nos abraçamos, e ele cheirou meu pescoço, e depois o beijou.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Você quer... Namorar comigo? – ele perguntou, sussurrando em meu ouvido.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Ju... Jura? – eu sorri, espontaneamente.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Eu não brinco com os sentimentos de uma garota. Muito menos, se essa garota for você. – ele segurou minha cintura. – Aceita?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Com toda a certeza. – eu o beijei.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Jura não me deixar nunca? – ele perguntou.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Se você não me deixar. – eu disse, olhando nos olhos dele.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Eu não sou um louco. – ele sorriu, e me beijou.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Isso tudo parece um sonho. – eu disse, rindo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Pois não é. – ele sorriu. – Eu te amo, Demetria.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Eu te amo, Joseph.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;">Nos beijamos.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;">Voltamos pra casa. Assim que saímos do carro, ele pegou em minha mão.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Preparada? - ele disse olhando pra mim.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Pra que? - eu ri.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Para contar à seus pais.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - O que? - eu fiquei assustada.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"> - Eu te amo, e quero que esse </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">relacionamento</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"> dure pra sempre, e que tenha a permissão de nosso pais. É importante pra mim.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"> - Ah... - eu não sabia o que dizer.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"> - Vamos? - ele disse.</span></span></span></span></div>Barbara Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11795035325750202133noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505137028462145077.post-8771112498545132011-08-10T13:46:00.000-07:002011-08-10T09:46:49.537-07:00Eu só respiro você.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>1ª TEMPORADA.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>11°Capítulo:</b> Quer sair comigo?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Narrado por:</b> Demi.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgahJoWzdp40oHADrSaame3JQTvvAIbXi3q8stMZlP6u138GZvBrilBFn5dsB98sJ1FMYfHXpPZtwRYqej94EyTPIvRklRMOWUmwBfYqoen_yVN34xftrjJguupHzsLsMBcMXXIpOzMef4/s1600/demi-lovato+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgahJoWzdp40oHADrSaame3JQTvvAIbXi3q8stMZlP6u138GZvBrilBFn5dsB98sJ1FMYfHXpPZtwRYqej94EyTPIvRklRMOWUmwBfYqoen_yVN34xftrjJguupHzsLsMBcMXXIpOzMef4/s1600/demi-lovato+%25281%2529.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cheguei em casa, dei oi para os meus pais, e fui para o meu quarto. Minha mãe bateu na porta.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Querida, não vai almoçar?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Hm... Estou sem fome, mãe. – eu sorri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Não gosto quando você não se alimenta. – ela fez uma careta.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Mãe... – eu ri. – Só não estou com fome agora! Não se preocupe comigo. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Tudo bem... Bem, eu e seu pai vamos sair agora. Provavelmente, voltaremos bem à noite. Estaremos resolvendo alguns negócios. Caso saia com algum colega me ligue ou deixe um bilhete aqui.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Tudo bem, mãe. – ela veio e beijou minha testa.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Se quiser comer, já sabe.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ok. – eu sorri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fui ver se eu tinha algum dever, e não. Arrumei minha bolsa para o próximo dia, e fui conferir alguns e-mails.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Minha caixa de mensagem estava vazia. Ótimo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Desci, e fui tomar um copo d’água. A campainha tocou.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oi, Demi... – Joe disse, sorrindo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oi. – eu sorri, reluzente.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Será que... Eu posso entrar? – ele disse.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Claro. Sinta-se à vontade. – eu ri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Obrigada.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Olha... Perdão... Se meus pais estivessem aqui, eu os apresentaria á você... Eles tiveram de sair, então...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Imagine! Quando tivermos alguma oportunidade... – ele sorriu.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Você é compreensivo sabia. – eu ri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ele sorriu.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Bem... O que quer? – eu perguntei.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eu vim saber se... Se você não gostaria de... De sair... Comigo. – ele estava com uma das mãos na cabeça.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Clã... Claro! – eu sorri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Uau. Tudo bem então... Pode ser hoje? Umas... Sete horas?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Perfeito. – eu sorri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Então... Até lá. – ele sorriu.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Até. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ele foi embora, e eu tomei minha água. Joguei-me no sofá, e comecei a gritar. Eu estava feliz demais para me conter. Com certeza, eu estava apaixonada por ele, e agora, ele tinha me convidado para sair! Eu não podia acreditar.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Decidi arrumar a cozinha, e depois, escolher minhas roupas.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Meu traje seria este:</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzzUmf_vGxBTJljMvdOLQfHBgm0z1Z9kWu2fjm1bAjDk9-EDrimqhZ83qHEvFuxa18z5fxKywV-pjLTkYBXEq2tZW0NlpuSZe2wbpznuyQSzLis89W7QXDSXnymRsN-6leDwGUeuCyt_c/s1600/demi-lovato-kca-hottie-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzzUmf_vGxBTJljMvdOLQfHBgm0z1Z9kWu2fjm1bAjDk9-EDrimqhZ83qHEvFuxa18z5fxKywV-pjLTkYBXEq2tZW0NlpuSZe2wbpznuyQSzLis89W7QXDSXnymRsN-6leDwGUeuCyt_c/s1600/demi-lovato-kca-hottie-2.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fui me deitar um pouco, e quando acordei, eram cinco horas e meia.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Levantei-me, de pressa, e fui tomar meu banho. Me arrumei, e já eram seis horas e quinze minutos.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Escrevi um bilhete, dizendo a meus pais que iria sair, e o preguei na geladeira. Peguei minha bolsa, e sentei-me no sofá, a espera de Joe.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">De repente, a campainha tocou.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oi Demi... Decidi vir mais cedo... Para podermos aproveitar mais. Algum problema? – disse Joe.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Nenhum. – eu sorri. – Vamos?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Claro! <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Peguei minha bolsa, e o acompanhei até o carro.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Bem... Pra onde vai me levar hoje? – eu ri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Vamos para o parque Sunset Valle. É um belo lugar. Você vai adorar. E a essa hora, ele é calmo. Fica melhor para conversar.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Hm. Gostei. Adoro parques, ar livre. – eu ri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Somos dois. – ele sorriu para mim, satisfeito.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Assim que chegamos, ele puxou assunto comigo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Sabe, Demi... Você está linda. Aliás, você É linda.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eu não disse nada. Apensas sorri e abaixei a cabeça, tímida.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - O... Obrigada.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Não tem o que agradecer. – ele sorriu. – Mas então... Eu... Eu gostaria de saber um pouco sobre você.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Claro. – eu sorri. – O que deseja saber?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nos sentamos no banco da praça.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Bem... Me conte... Se você tem... Namorado... – ele limpou a garganta, tentando esconder o que havia perguntado. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">- Não... Não tenho namorado. – eu ri. – Eu já tive um... Mas ele me traiu, e me magoou muito. E desde então, não namorei mais ninguém.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Há quanto tempo isso faz?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Aconteceu há dois anos atrás... Quando eu tinha dezesseis. – sorri torto.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ah, sim... – ele sorriu. – Mas você... Nunca pensou em se apaixonar novamente?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Talvez... – eu ri. – Talvez eu me apaixone novamente. Talvez até esteja... Apaixonada. – fixei meus olhos nos dele. Ele fez o mesmo, e seus olhos brilhavam.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Bem... Nossa. – ele sorriu, torto. – Quer... Comer alguma coisa?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Claro. – eu sorri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fomos até a barraca de cachorro quente. Ele pagou para mim. Eu agradeci, obviamente. Continuamos andando, e eu contei um pouco mais de mim para ele.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Quando nos sentamos novamente, chegou a minha vez.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Bem, senhor Joseph. – nós rimos. – Agora é a sua vez de me contar sobre você.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Tudo bem. O que quer saber exatamente? – ele sorriu.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Você... Você... Terminou com... Com a...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ashley? – ele disse, me interrompendo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - É... – abaixei a cabeça, sem jeito.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Sim, nós terminamos. Aliás, nunca tínhamos começado. Eu só ficava com ela.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ah sim... Você é daqueles de...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - De somente ficar? JAMAIS. – ele me interrompeu novamente. – Era ela quem não queria um relacionamento sério.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ah... E por um acaso está... Apaixonado? <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Talvez. – ele sussurrou.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">De repente, ele se aproximou de mim. Sua mão quente tocou meu rosto, levemente, e sua face se aproximou. Ele encostou seu nariz no meu. Sua boca foi se aproximando cada vez mais. O beijar era tudo o que eu mais queria. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Quando nossas bocas estavam distantes por apenas alguns centímetros, meu celular tocou.</span></span></div>Barbara Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11795035325750202133noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505137028462145077.post-25306065038168633502011-08-09T10:08:00.000-07:002011-08-09T06:08:46.849-07:00Eu só respiro você.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>1ª TEMPORADA.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>10°Capítulo:</b> Eu não aguento mais.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Narrado por:</b> Joe.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrjH9l2zuYlV_H3Jt0d2jQtcx9LZ00EU_-9hE_f9vZiiwizkaqvyQcDpqIn8SwRAnAR0c5KbwycpKIqkPSk6Wa3HSJbss7pFaWu1hZVnMN_snTsd9pWsZtOd54HuQ7OL7tGmCN-QJQYTI/s1600/Joe%252BJonas%252B11ramol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrjH9l2zuYlV_H3Jt0d2jQtcx9LZ00EU_-9hE_f9vZiiwizkaqvyQcDpqIn8SwRAnAR0c5KbwycpKIqkPSk6Wa3HSJbss7pFaWu1hZVnMN_snTsd9pWsZtOd54HuQ7OL7tGmCN-QJQYTI/s1600/Joe%252BJonas%252B11ramol.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Assim que deixamos Demi em sua casa, entramos na nossa. Miley e Nick foram se deitar. Meus pais estavam dormindo também, e eu só tinha uma escolha. Fazer o mesmo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Assim que me deitei e fechei os olhos, só consegui pensar em Demi. Ela estava simplesmente deslumbrante. Eu queria sair novamente com ela. Um passeio a sós. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">De repente, meu celular tocou.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Alô? – eu disse.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Joseph Adam Jonas. – era Ashley.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ai, o que você quer? <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Não seja rude comigo! Eu que lhe pergunto. Onde você estava? Eu tentava ligar no seu celular e você não atendia! <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eu estava no cinema.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Com quem?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Miley, Nick e Demi.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - DEMI? Quem é a vadia? <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Não a chame assim. Você não a conhece, então, não tire suas conclusões precipitadas Ashley. – eu estava irritado.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Tudo bem... Desculpe... É que... Poxa, já estamos juntos a mais de um mês... E parece que você... Quer se ver livre de mim. – sim, era o que eu queria.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ashley... Que tal se conversássemos amanhã? No colégio...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Tudo bem... Então... Até amanhã. Um beijo. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Tchau.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Desliguei o telefone, e fui tentar dormir.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Acordei com o despertador. Já eram seis horas da manhã.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Levantei, tomei meu banho, escovei os dentes, me arrumei, e fui tomar meu café.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Bom dia galera. – eu disse, para Miley e Nick.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Bom dia.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Onde estão meus pais?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - O pai e a mãe saíram. – Nick respondeu.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ah. – eu cocei a cabeça.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Bom... Vamos indo, Nick? – Miley disse<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Beleza. – ele respondeu.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Até o colégio pessoal. – eu disse.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Até. – eles responderam.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tomei meu café de pressa, e peguei as chaves do carro. Antes de ir, fui até a casa de Demi.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Toquei a campainha, ela atendeu.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - O-Oi Joe. – ela sorriu.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oi... É... Você não quer ir pro colégio comigo? – eu disse, tímido.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ah... Tudo bem. – ela sorriu. – Vou pegar minha bolsa.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ok. – eu sorri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Mãe, pai, vou pro colégio com os meus amigos, até depois! – ela gritou.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ok! Boa aula. – seus pais responderam.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Vamos? – eu disse.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Vamos. – ela sorriu.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Entramos no carro. Ela puxou assunto comigo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Então... – ela riu.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Então... – eu ri. – Sua cabeça está melhor?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Sim... Minha mãe me deu remédio, e... A dor passou. – ela sorriu.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Que bom. – eu sorri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - É... Eu posso te fazer... Uma pergunta? <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Claro.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Você tem... Namorada?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Na... Namora... Não.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Tem certeza? Ontem eu te vi... Beijando uma garota. – disse ela, tímida, e com um ar ciumento.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ah... Era Ashley... Agente fica a um tempo... Mas eu vou terminar com ela hoje.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Por que? – ela perguntou.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Não estou mais tão afim dela.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ah... Entendi. – ela sorriu.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Chegamos. – eu sorri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Estacionei meu carro, e fui abrir a porta para ela.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Olhei pro lado, e Ashley estava vindo em nossa direção.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ela me deu um selinho.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oi, amor. – ela me abraçou. – Quem é essa?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oi... É... Essa é a Demi. Demi, essa é Ashley.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Muito prazer. – Demi disse, sorrindo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oi. – Ashley disse, nada amigável.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Bem, Joe... Vou indo pra sala... Nos vemos lá. – Demi disse.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ok, Demi. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Assim que ela saiu, Ashley me soltou.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Então essa é a vadia. Ela é ridícula.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Cala a boca. – eu gritei. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Joe. – ela sorriu, sarcástica. – Você nunca me mandou calar a boca.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - É, mas eu não aguento mais! <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Como assim? – ela cruzou os braços.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Cansei de você. Não quero mais nada contigo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Joe! Não, não, não!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Sim, sim, sim! Cansei. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Joe... Você tá me dizendo que tá terminando tudo?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - É. Virou loira agora? – eu revirei os olhos.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Você não pode me deixar. Eu... Eu te amo! <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Aprenda a parar de me amar, se esse for o problema.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Você... Você tá gostando da vadia?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eu já disse pra você não a chamar assim. – eu segurei seu braço.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - E, me solta! E sim... Você... Tá gostando dela?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - E se eu estiver? Acabou, Ashley. Você não cuida mais da minha vida. Aliás, nunca cuidou. – larguei seu braço, e fui para a minha sala.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - JOE, VOLTA AQUI! – ela gritou. Eu fingi não ouvir.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Chegando lá, o sinal tocou. Miley e Nick se aproximaram.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - E ai... Vimos você e a Ashley. – Nick disse.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - E finalmente, vocês terminaram TUDO! – Miley riu. – Já tava na hora né. – ela me abraçou.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Me sinto mais leve.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Claro cara. Você jogou fora aquele peso que ficava nas suas costas. – Nick disse.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - É... Ela era gorda. – Miley disse, com a mão o queixo. Nós rimos.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Entramos na sala, e Miley foi cumprimentar Demi. Nick também.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nos sentamos. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eu, simplesmente, não consegui prestar atenção na aula. Eu só conseguia olhar para ela.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ashley estava certa. E Miley também. Eu estava gostando da Demi.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Quando as aulas acabaram, voltamos pra casa. Nick e Miley foram em um carro, e eu, levei Demi no meu. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A deixei em casa, e fui para a minha.</span></span></div>Barbara Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11795035325750202133noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505137028462145077.post-30892530983860704842011-08-08T09:06:00.000-07:002011-08-08T05:06:09.728-07:00SELOS (:<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eu fiz um selo, hahaha. Na verdade, mais um '-' </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bom, vou repassar para alguns Blogs que eu amo muito!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQDPQiHk2tWu02kqfjOJHvvBM551a2-Wg4VQmWARenZwnT9BUV4jJD7USW5fdvdcqSpRYqOmBlK1vLkcyO-hOvVwjSuVv0YFv3suOINuoPpmv8Q0zpCRB0U4tI5kDf5IjyM-pCyy8Scjk/s1600/selo4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQDPQiHk2tWu02kqfjOJHvvBM551a2-Wg4VQmWARenZwnT9BUV4jJD7USW5fdvdcqSpRYqOmBlK1vLkcyO-hOvVwjSuVv0YFv3suOINuoPpmv8Q0zpCRB0U4tI5kDf5IjyM-pCyy8Scjk/s1600/selo4.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1. <a href="http://fasjemihist.blogspot.com/">Jemi - Vírus do Amor.</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2. <a href="http://jemifan-stories.blogspot.com/">Jemi - The Story Of Us.</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3. <a href="http://jemifanficsstoptheworld.blogspot.com/">Jemi - True Love.</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ok, ok... O selo diz para repassar para cinco Blogs, masssss como eu já expliquei anteriormente, não leio muitas fanfics de muitos blogs. Os únicos, perfeitos e lindos, são esses! KKK Então, o selo vai pro Blog delas! Beijos <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">♥</span>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div>Barbara Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11795035325750202133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505137028462145077.post-37425532905389545622011-08-08T08:41:00.000-07:002011-08-08T04:40:55.471-07:00RECEBENDO SELOS!<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOImhltf0xU6JsA4-7qbX1K2xJNgdUj8PmEY0Rg2z2unOtQLkNoeeJr5yOLOgVO2gwHPQuh1ENcmn-ZK7i-MU6wP2DvO-_4hFQwdOxNba7I1xK2IB75Ae377HKYBPZkh-n0Rd7bfmNdPn9/s1600/By.+loucamisturas.blogspot.com.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyfO4o2lZrFuPuFxkeJKII4weHSqQegSnLsgR1U1bRDQmrFoC87ypNl3k2OZZVGB43VzwY954Pa-6Y8AZ6-ZpRDhFPDvycvvDJz-eswaCAb_P_RLKIZanVJwdggQUattNoffNGlQV8zwUf/s1600/demi72.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ganhei esses selos de três escritoras lindas, haha! <a href="http://jemifan-stories.blogspot.com/">Flávia</a> <a href="http://jemifanficsstoptheworld.blogspot.com/">Franciely</a> e <a href="http://fasjemihist.blogspot.com/">Jéssica</a>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Muito obrigada meus amores *-* </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bem... Os selos dizem que eu tenho que repassar para 10 ou 5 blogs, porém, os únicos blogs que eu leio, já tem esses selos... Então, não vou repassar '-' HASUIHAUISH </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Vou responder os Top 5 livros favoritos.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>1. </b>Saga Crepúsculo.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>2.</b> A última música.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>3.</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Harry Potter.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>4.</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Marley & Eu.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>5.</b> Miles to Go.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bom, estão aí. haha! Beijos.</span></div>Barbara Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11795035325750202133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505137028462145077.post-23289014645655869892011-08-08T08:25:00.000-07:002011-08-08T05:07:30.104-07:00Eu só respiro você.<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><b>1ª TEMPORADA.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><b>9°Capítulo: </b>Saindo com os amigos.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><b>Narrado por: </b>Demi.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjJV2mQGNynUdYJ8ZcDSWXbLE1Rbu6q0wWXE0wZ46Lt2d7DW8GLTGcYP15unIYHaDyCRrrwu0f6DTy5rmKmkiRC_sNbccX9e8f7PbRzX3Oejh6VAZjbgn-6y-LrVNH_g6O5iKi4L7IWlI/s1600/340x255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjJV2mQGNynUdYJ8ZcDSWXbLE1Rbu6q0wWXE0wZ46Lt2d7DW8GLTGcYP15unIYHaDyCRrrwu0f6DTy5rmKmkiRC_sNbccX9e8f7PbRzX3Oejh6VAZjbgn-6y-LrVNH_g6O5iKi4L7IWlI/s320/340x255.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;">Em seguida, recebi outra mensagem. Era Miley.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';">Demi quer sair com agente hoje? Um cinema, talvez? <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';">Beijos!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> Eu respondi:<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: 'Century Gothic';">Tudo bem! Que horas?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';">À noite. Umas oito horas. – </span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial;">ela disse.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;">Levantei da cama, e fui avisar minha mãe.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Mãe, hoje eu vou sair com meus amigos. Vamos ao cinema.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Mas querida você está machucada.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - A dor já passou, mãe. Não se preocupe comigo. Vamos estar em grupo. Caso aconteça algo, eles estarão comigo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> -</span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> </span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;">Ah... Tudo bem então! Vai sair com a tal de Miley?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Sim. – eu sorri. – Vou ver se amanhã a trago aqui, para ela conhecer você e o papai. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Claro! Vamos adorar. – ela sorriu.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - E por falar nisso... Onde está meu pai?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Saiu, filha. Foi comprar um remédio para a dor de cabeça.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"> - Ah. Bem, vou fazer meu dever, e arrumar minha bolsa para amanhã. – eu disse, indo para o meu quarto.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;">O dever era de química. Depois de pronto, arrumei a bolsa para o próximo dia.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;">Meu pai havia chegado, e fomos todos almoçar.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;">Fui para o meu quarto, e fiquei assistindo televisão. Recebi outra mensagem.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';">Demi me passe seu MSN? <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: 'Century Gothic';">Tudo bem... ddlovato_1@hotmail.com </span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial;">– eu respondi.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;">Fui para o computador, e um pedido de amizade estava lá. Era Miley.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';">OOOOOOI!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';">Oi Miles. (:<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';">O cinema tá de pé né?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';">Sim... Eu falei com a minha mãe, e ela falou com o meu pai. Eles deixaram.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';">Que bom! Haha. Que filme vamos assistir?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';">Vocês é quem decidem (:<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';">Tudo bem... Vou ver com os meninos.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';">Ah... Eles vão com agente né...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';">Sim haha. Achou que fossemos só a gente?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';">Não... Não...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';">Ah... Bem, tenho que ir. Vou fazer o meu dever de química. Beijos! Até a noite. Te pegamos as sete e meia.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';">Ok. Beijos.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;">Saí do MSN, e fui arrumar minha roupa. Escolhi um vestido, saltos, e algumas jóias. Meu visual para aquela noite estava escolhido.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;">Deitei-me um pouco, e quando acordei, eram seis horas da tarde.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;">Fui para o banheiro, escovei os dentes, tomei um bom banho, e me troquei.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;">Minhas roupas eram essas:<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p><br />
</o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHZF1XtTO-O7QsyUhhqeH2hbOzDxB8cLHk1gpR-Mkr1YQc1wq5LUQDZOd-a5p8MMSN0XncdJlMmsPCYfWnGvEmqgNbhh-uQZDCEVfaoGUE7Q1_ZxV486K6-roIhY7P5wED4iAOtJ0epcU/s1600/normal_07851_Tikipeter_Demi_Lovato_Oct_12_1_015_122_259lo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHZF1XtTO-O7QsyUhhqeH2hbOzDxB8cLHk1gpR-Mkr1YQc1wq5LUQDZOd-a5p8MMSN0XncdJlMmsPCYfWnGvEmqgNbhh-uQZDCEVfaoGUE7Q1_ZxV486K6-roIhY7P5wED4iAOtJ0epcU/s400/normal_07851_Tikipeter_Demi_Lovato_Oct_12_1_015_122_259lo.jpg" width="272" /></a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><o:p><br />
</o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Peguei minha bolsa, e fui até a sala. Já eram sete e quinze.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Querida, como você está linda! – minha mãe disse, sorrindo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Obrigada mãe. – eu sorri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Tem certeza que é só um cineminha? – meu pai disse, ciumento.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Claro pai. É que eu não vou aparecer feito uma mendiga no cinema né. – eu fiz uma careta, revirando os olhos.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Sei... – ele riu.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Bem... Logo eles devem estar chegando.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ouvi uma buzina.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eu disse. – eu ri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Tchau, querida. – meus pais disseram. – Bom passeio! <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Tchau gente. Obrigada. – eu gritei.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Chegando lá fora, eles estavam me esperando, dentro de um carro Vectra.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Miley estava atrás, e Nick estava no banco do passageiro. Joe estava no volante.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Entra Demi. – Joe disse, sorrindo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Obrigada.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Amiga, como você tá linda! – Miley gritou, me abraçando.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Você também está ótima. – eu ri. – Adorei seu vestido! <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - É... Miley está certa. Você está muito bonita, Demi... – Joe disse, sem graça.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ah... Obrigada. – eu sorri, tímida.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Miley olhou pra mim, com um sorriso malicioso, e piscou.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - E ai Demi, está gostando da cidade? – Nick perguntou.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Sim! É um belo lugar. – eu sorri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Continuamos conversando. Eu, Miley e Nick. Joe estava atento ao volante, e não dava um “piu”.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Assim que chegamos, Nick abriu a porta para Miley e Joe, para mim. Agradecemos a eles, obviamente.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Então... Que filme iremos assistir? – Joe disse, olhando para mim.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Não sabemos ainda. – eu ri, respondendo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Podemos ver um de terror. O que acham? – Miley perguntou.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Tudo bem. Vamos comprar os ingressos, mano. Enquanto as meninas compram as pipocas e os refrigerantes. – Nick disse.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eles foram comprar os ingressos. O filme seria “Matança na China”, um filme que estava em cartaz.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Miley, você é louca? – eu perguntei.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Às vezes. – ela riu. – Por que?<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Não gosto de filmes de terror.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Nem eu. – ela sorriu.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Então por que deu á eles essa opção?<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Quando estivermos com medo, vamos agarrá-los, ora. – ela riu.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Sim, você é louca. – rimos juntas.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Compramos os comes e bebes, e fomos nos encontrar com os meninos. Eles já estavam com os ingressos nas mãos, e entregaram a mim e Miley. Entramos na sala, e Joe, sentou do meu lado esquerdo. Miley, do meu lado direito, e Nick, do outro lado de Miley.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eu dividi uma pipoca com Joe, e Miley com Nick. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Gosta de filmes de terror? – Joe disse, sussurrando.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Não muito... Sempre que assisto algum, tenho pesadelos à noite. – eu ri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Se... Se quiser... Pode... Segurar em minha mão... Caso esteja com... Com... Medo. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ah... Tudo... Ah... Ok. – eu sorri, tímida.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">O filme havia começado, e olhei pro lado. Miley estava abraçada em Nick. Ele não estava negando aquilo. Sim, eles se amavam, só sentiam medo de demonstrar isso.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Até então, eu não estava com medo do filme. Quinze minutos já haviam se passado, e de repente, um assassinato havia acontecido. Obviamente, grudei em Joe.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Algum... Problema? – ele disse, tímido.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ah... Perdão... – eu larguei seu braço.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Não... Não... – ele sussurrou. – Não me importo. Não quero que tenha pesadelos a noite. – eu ri, o abraçando novamente.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Miley me cutucou, e quando eu olhei para ela, ela sorriu, muito maliciosa. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Assim que o filme acabou, fomos para a lanchonete.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - E ai, gostaram do filme? – Nick perguntou.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Sim... – eu e Miley respondemos, nada felizes.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Tá bom. Eu odiei. – Miley disse, bufando. Todos riram.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nos sentamos na mesa com quatro lugares. Joe se sentou na minha frente. Miley do meu lado, e Nick, a sua frente também.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Então... Vai querer o que, Demi? – Joe perguntou.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Nada... Eu trouxe dinheiro só para a pipoca e os ingressos. Não pensei que fossemos lanchar. – eu sorri, tímida.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eu pago pra você. – ele disse,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - O que é isso. Não vou fazer você gastar o seu dinheiro, por culpa da idiota aqui. – eu coloquei alguns fios de meu cabelo atrás da orelha.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Você não é uma idiota. E eu quero pagar para você.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ele e Nick foram fazer os pedidos. Miley puxou assunto comigo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ok, ok... Demi, Joe está caidinho por você! AAAAAH! – ela gritou.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Miley! – eu ri. – Não, ele não está gostando de mim. Só foi gentil, e vai pagar um lanche pra mim.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Isso quer dizer que ele te ama! Pensa Demetria! – ela riu. – E eu vi vocês abraçados no cinema.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - E eu vi você e o Nick, abraçados também. – revirei os olhos.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Estamos falando sobre você e Joe. Não me inclua no assunto. – ela virou a cara, rindo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ele não gosta de mim! Nos conhecemos ontem. Isso seria impossível.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Já ouviu falar em amor á primeira vista? – ela tinha as respostas na ponta da língua.</span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Chegamos meninas! – Joe e Nick avisaram, deixando nossos lanches na mesa.</span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Joe... Obrigada pela gentileza. – eu sorri.</span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Não em agradeça. – ele sorriu, satisfeito.</span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lanchamos, e depois, fomos tomar um sorvete. Em seguida, voltamos para casa.</span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Obrigada gente. Adorei o passeio.</span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Sempre que quiser sair com agente, é só falar Demi. – Nick sorriu.</span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ok. – eu sorri.</span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Até amanha. – eles disserem.</span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Até. – eu respondi, rindo.</span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Entrei em casa, e eram dez e meia. Tranquei a porta, e encontrei um bilhete na geladeira.</span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 15.05pt;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 14pt;"><br />
</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"></span></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 14pt;">Querida, eu e seu pai fomos dormir. Assim que chegar, vá me avisar. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 14pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 14pt;"> Mamãe.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 15.05pt;"> </span></span></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;">A</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;">ssim que li o bilhete, obedeci. Fui até o quarto de meus pais, e bati na porta.</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Mãe, eu cheguei. – eu disse, sussurrando.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Tá bem querida. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Estava acordada? – eu ri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eu estava preocupada com você.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ai mãe... Bem, até amanhã. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Até.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fui para o meu quarto, troquei de roupa, escovei os dentes, e me deitei.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>Barbara Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11795035325750202133noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505137028462145077.post-1730615431604508272011-08-06T20:43:00.000-07:002011-08-06T16:43:48.738-07:00Eu só respiro você.<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>1ª TEMPORADA.</b><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>8°Capítulo:</b> Confissões.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Narrado por:</b> Demi.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHy46XUGihS_7UEmGtuCtoKSN_EbLitaI6h6hEK_A3zFuhC3Ir2hw3t3PqPyUXSlkkYOVxnwsxki6AlGdelMT9pMBCBp8f2hYddStUwL9f0IDZsrzkm2Obg3lqLpH4ZzlFEvenv35T4no/s1600/tumblr_lhnr239gV51qey84mo1_500gif.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHy46XUGihS_7UEmGtuCtoKSN_EbLitaI6h6hEK_A3zFuhC3Ir2hw3t3PqPyUXSlkkYOVxnwsxki6AlGdelMT9pMBCBp8f2hYddStUwL9f0IDZsrzkm2Obg3lqLpH4ZzlFEvenv35T4no/s1600/tumblr_lhnr239gV51qey84mo1_500gif.gif" /></span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aquela aula havia terminado, e fomos para a próxima. Joe se aproximou de mim e Miley.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Bom dia garotas. – ele disse, sorrindo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Bom dia. – Miley respondeu. Eu permaneci calada.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Algum problema com ela? – ele sussurrou para Miley.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Talvez. Depois eu falo com você sobre isto.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Entramos na aula de história. Joe se sentava do meu lado, e Miley, na minha frente. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eu percebia a todo instante, que Joe, ficava olhando para mim. Talvez, Miley estava certa sobre o que havia dito.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aquela aula havia passado rapidamente, e então, fomos para o intervalo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nick se juntou a nós, e Joe, foi andar com Ashley, e que me deixou irritada.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Demi, se acalme. – Miley percebeu o meu sentimento naquele instante.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Algum problema? – Nick perguntou.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Assunto nosso, Senhor Jonas. – Miley riu.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Tuuuudo bem. – ele riu.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Depois, o sinal tocou. Aquela hora de descanso havia acabado, e fomos para aula de Educação Física. Eu simplesmente odiava aquela matéria.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">O tema daquela manhã era vôlei. Arrumamos os times, e para a minha felicidade, Miley e Nick estavam junto ao meu. E Joe, no time que iríamos enfrentar.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eu iria sacar, e fiquei feliz ao ver que consegui fazer aquele movimento com perfeição.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Rodamos na quadra, e agora quem sacava era Miley. Uma garota, do time inverso, jogou a bola para o meu time, e, aquela coisa redonda e forte, acertou minha cabeça. Eu senti uma dor forte, e desmaiei.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Acordei na enfermaria. Joe, Miley e Nick, estavam comigo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Demi, tudo bem? – Joe perguntou, com a mão em minha testa.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Am... Acho que sim... Minha cabeça está doendo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Sim. Você está com um galo enorme na cabeça. – Joe disse, segurando o riso.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Que demais. – todos riram ao ouvirem minha fala.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Fique aí, já ligamos para a sua mãe, e ela está vindo te buscar. – Miley disse.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Tudo bem. – eu sorri. – Odeio esportes.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Somos duas. – Miley riu.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Minha mãe chegou, e me despedi de meus amigos. Voltamos para casa, e eu fui correndo me deitar. Minha mãe havia me dado um remédio para a dor de cabeça, e eu relaxei.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">De repente, recebi uma mensagem. O telefone era desconhecido.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A mensagem dizia:<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Demi, aqui é a Miley! Peguei seu número com a sua mãe, haha. Vou começar a fazer as perguntas para o Joe, pois estamos de aula vaga. Fique bem, e nos veremos hoje à tarde. Um beijo!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eu não estava mais tão calma e relaxada. Eu queria saber e ao mesmo tempo não, a resposta de Joe.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Demi Offline.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Joe, Online.</b><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Estávamos de aula vaga, e Miley, queria fazer algumas perguntas para mim.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nick nos deixou a sós, e então, começamos a conversar.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Bem... Eu queria saber se...Se você gosta da Demi.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Qual é... Eu... Eu... – eu gaguejei. – Miley, eu tenho namorada.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Errado! Você tem uma ficante. E está escrito nos seus olhos, que você não gosta dela, e sim, da Demi. Por que quando você a vê, seus olhos brilham. – ela tinha toda a razão.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Somos primos, e melhores amigos. Pode me contar o que você quiser. – ela completou.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Olha... Eu conheci a Demi ontem. Aliás, nós a conhecemos ontem. Mas sim... Ela mexeu comigo. Muito.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Rá, eu sabia! – ela gritou, sorrindo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Você... Você não vai contar pra ela, certo? – eu estava com medo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Não. VOCÊ vai contar á ela.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - O que? – eu gritei. – Mas... Mas é muito precipitado.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Olha, você faz o que bem entender. Mas conte pra ela. Tenho certeza que ela vai ficar feliz com isso. – ela sorriu.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Jura? – eu disse.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Hm, você não sabe o quanto. – nos abraçamos. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Depois, o sinal tocou, e voltamos para casa. Chegando lá, meus pais não estavam, pois haviam saído. Deixaram um bilhete. Eu fui para o meu quarto, me joguei na cama, e fiquei por lá.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Demi invadiu meus pensamentos, e de repente, alguém bateu na porta.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Não vai almoçar? – Miley perguntou.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Não estou com fome.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ela se aproximou e se sentou no é da cama.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Está pensando na Demi, não é? – ela disse, sorrindo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Sim... Mas definitivamente, eu não queria isso. É muito precipitado. Eu a conheci ontem e... – ela me interrompeu.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Você não pode mandar no coração. Você se apaixonou por ela, por que era isso o que deveria acontecer. Não se culpe por amar uma garota tão doce quanto a Demi.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Você é muito chata, mas sabe o que diz. – eu ri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eu sei. – ela sorriu. – Já se decidiu?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eu vou esperar um pouco mais... Ela pode me achar galinha e tudo... Vou acabar com Ashley, e depois... Falarei com ela. Vamos dar tempo ao tempo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Só uma coisa: ela virou a minha melhor amiga. Eu já percebi o quanto ela é importante pra mim, e o quanto eu posso confiar nela. Não machuque o seu coração.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ela saiu do quarto, encostando a porta. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eu fiquei pensando muito bem no que ela havia dito, e eu JAMAIS teria coragem de ferir os sentimentos da garota que estava guardada em meu coração.</span></span>Barbara Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11795035325750202133noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505137028462145077.post-55049160194103134162011-08-06T20:30:00.000-07:002011-08-06T16:31:08.815-07:00Eu só respiro você.<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>1ª TEMPORADA.</b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>7°Capítulo:</b> Eu te quero pra mim.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Narrado por:</b> Demi. <span class="Apple-style-span"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPXM4fj7Jhyphenhyphen1zdZ4wjIe8qmI8y16g5DBa9vKuqZagHw8BYx0aPTlqrzV720ZYD0cNsFZjRh59RlLdQYNyCcxmwRKn4cKmwqsAe_eTnoCGi8MNmc8ouDDRIj6JJR55Y5qQAI1VWQgqtL-g/s1600/tumblr_logyueBHLA1qfsueqo8_250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPXM4fj7Jhyphenhyphen1zdZ4wjIe8qmI8y16g5DBa9vKuqZagHw8BYx0aPTlqrzV720ZYD0cNsFZjRh59RlLdQYNyCcxmwRKn4cKmwqsAe_eTnoCGi8MNmc8ouDDRIj6JJR55Y5qQAI1VWQgqtL-g/s320/tumblr_logyueBHLA1qfsueqo8_250.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p><br />
</o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cochilei um pouco, e ele invadiu meus sonhos também.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Demi! – ele gritou.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oi. – eu sorri.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Se eu lhe contasse uma coisa, você acreditaria em mim? – ele segurou em minha cintura, e encostou sua testa na minha.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Mas é claro. Eu sempre acredito em você.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Nem sempre. – ele disse, rindo.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - O que? – eu ri.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Quando eu digo que eu te amo, você duvida de mim. – ele ficou sério.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Você sabe que eu falo brincando com você, Joseph. – eu fiquei meio brava.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Jura? – ele disse.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Juro. – eu sorri.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eu te amo. – ele me beijou.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eu te amo. Mas... – ele riu. – Diga o que você queria falar.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - É... Eu...<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Quando ele ia me dizer, talvez, minha mãe me acordou para o jantar.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Querida, foi um dia cansativo hoje? – ela riu.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Talvez. – eu ri, e me espreguicei.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Vamos jantar. – ela disse.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Me levantei, e fui até a cozinha. Minha mãe tinha preparado arroz e estrogonofe de frango naquela noite. Coloquei a comida em meu prato, peguei os talheres, e me sentei no sofá, ao lado de meu pai para jantar.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Gostei de saber que você encontrou uma nova amiga por aqui. – meu pai disse.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - É. Ela é bem legal, pai. – eu sorri.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Você só a conheceu, ou mais alguém?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Não... Ela me apresentou os primos dela também, que por um acaso, estão na nossa sala. Ela mora com eles... É uma história meio complicada para se entender. – nós rimos.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eu sabia que você iria se enturmar aqui, querida. – ele disse, sorrindo.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Sim. – eu ri.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Depois do jantar, escovei meus dentes, e fui me deitar. Eu estava muito cansada. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Antes de me jogar na cama, fui dar boa noite a meus pais.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Em seguida, fui até meu quarto, arrumei minha cama que estava pouco bagunçada, e me deitei, afofando o travesseiro.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sim, Joe, com toda a certeza, tinha mexido comigo. Eu estava apaixonada por ele, como Miley havia dito. Foi amor à primeira vista. Eu precisava dele, e talvez, ele precisasse de mim... Ou isso era só um desejo meu. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Quando fechei os olhos, adormeci rapidamente. Aquele dia tinha sido corrido, e eu estava muito cansada. Joe invadiu meus sonhos, como nas vezes anteriores.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Demi, você mexeu comigo. – ele dizia.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Como assim? <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eu preciso de você. Eu te quero pra mim.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Não, você não me quer pra você, eu sei disso.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eu me apaixonei assim que olhei para você. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eu digo o mesmo, mas... Eu não quero me machucar. Não com alguém que eu amo.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Se me ama, fique comigo! Eu preciso de você, mas do que qualquer coisa nesse mundo.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eu sei que não.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Não duvide do meu amor por você.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Prove.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Provar?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Prove que me ama. Faça tudo, ou o impossível por mim.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Ele encostou seus lábios quentes nos meus, e de repente, um trem apareceu no lugar em que estávamos. Ele me empurrou, e se atirou na frente da máquina.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">O trem o acertou em cheio, e eu fui correndo em direção a ele, que estava jogado no chão, sem forças.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Joe, fale comigo! – eu disse, gritando e chorando.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eu fiz o que você queria. Provei o meu amor por você. Fiz o que jamais, NINGUÉM faria. – ele estava fraco.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Joe, fique aqui. – eu o beijei, e ele fechou os olhos.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eu acordei, gritando. A minha sorte foi que ninguém ouviu o tom desesperado na minha voz, e meus pais não apareceram lá. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aquele sonho não me agradou, e ele não podia ser chamado de “sonho”. Aquilo tinha sido um verdadeiro pesadelo. Um dos piores.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fechei os olhos, e adormeci novamente. Fiquei tranqüila, pois Joe, não invadiu meus sonhos e pensamentos novamente.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Acordei com o som do despertador. Eram seis horas. Eu tinha que me arrumar, e ir pra escola.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tomei meu banho, escovei os dentes, me arrumei, peguei minha bolsa, e fui tomar meu café da manhã.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Depois, meu pai me levou para o colégio. Encontrei com Miley lá.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oi! – eu disse, sorrindo.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oi, Dems! – ela disse, me abraçando.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Dems? – eu perguntei, rindo.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - É. Dems! Seu mais novo apelido. – rimos juntas.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Miley, eu preciso lhe contar uma coisa.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - O que?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eu acho que...<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Que? – ela disse, quando de repente, eu olhei para o meu lado esquerdo, e vi Joe, beijando uma garota.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Demi, tudo bem? – Miley perguntou.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Quem... Quem é aquela garota? – eu perguntei, apontando para o que eu tinha visto.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ah... Já entendi. É Ashley. Ashley Greene. A “ficante” do Joe. Eu a odeio.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">E eu estava a odiando também, naquele exato momento.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Joe... Joe não namora? Mas sim...<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Sim. Fica com as garotas.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eu não podia acreditar no que eu estava vendo e ouvindo.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Mas... Eu acho que ele gosta realmente de voe. – ela disse.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Não, não! – eu sai correndo, chorando.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Demi! Espera! – ela gritou, e foi atrás de mim.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eu me sentei no chão, perto da sala de aula, e comecei a chorar.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Demi, qual o problema? – Miley disse.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eu estou apaixonada pelo Joe! – eu disse.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Uau... Demi... Eu tenho certeza que ele ficou mexido com a sua presença também, mas é que...<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Mas é que...? – eu enxuguei as lágrimas.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ashley não larga do pé dele. Mas olha, eu vou fazer o possível e o impossível para ajudar vocês.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Não, Miley... Eu não sei e nem você sabe se ele gosta realmente de mim.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Quer que eu pergunte?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Isso estaria muito na cara. – as lágrimas começaram a cair novamente.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Vem, levanta daí. – ela me puxou, me ajudando a levantar. – Não fica assim. Não vale a pena. O Joe, sempre foi assim. Sempre parecia demonstrar amor por uma garota, quando na verdade, ele só queria se divertir com ela. Mas eu sei, que com você, vai ser diferente. Acredite em mim. Tudo vai dar certo. É só você confiar em mim, e deixar isso nas minhas mãos. – eu a abracei.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Obrigada Miley. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Amigas... Opa, melhores amigas, são pra isso. – nós sorrimos. Ela enxugou minhas lágrimas, e o sinal tocou. Entramos na sala de aula, e nossa primeira aula de terça feira, seria química. Miley era o meu par.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Entende sobre isso? – ela perguntou.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Acho que sim. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Pois bem. Eu não entendo nada. – eu ri.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Vou lhe explicar.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eu expliquei a matéria pra ela, e fiquei feliz ao saber que ela havia entendido. Terminamos o dever antes de todos, e o professor, anotou nossos nomes, e nos deu pontos positivos. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>Barbara Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11795035325750202133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505137028462145077.post-71925033078813508942011-08-05T19:06:00.000-07:002011-08-05T15:06:08.314-07:00COMUNICADO IMPORTANTE!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNLhzv-B1PzgqleygacLY_AsR570oiTFsctEHgPkyV4jSJdCIsw9lg0KroPwEszrHMZyXg3Z1YZBXcn2cadXl_fvJiT_XDgWWYtbt1KF1G4wQmdpNszA3aGwT0LjavowS23coSH632MaE/s1600/normal_faf_demibrasil_0299.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNLhzv-B1PzgqleygacLY_AsR570oiTFsctEHgPkyV4jSJdCIsw9lg0KroPwEszrHMZyXg3Z1YZBXcn2cadXl_fvJiT_XDgWWYtbt1KF1G4wQmdpNszA3aGwT0LjavowS23coSH632MaE/s1600/normal_faf_demibrasil_0299.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bom, eu vou desativar o blog aqui! Mas, fiquem tranquilas, por que não é pra sempre! KKKK Vou desativar por uma semana, uma semana e meia, não sei ao certo. Não vou ficar entrando muito aqui, então decidi comunicar a vocês, o motivo de eu não estar continuando a fanfic. Eu já estou escrevendo, dando continuidade a ela, e quando eu voltar, postarei. Por favor, não me esqueçam! KKKK Eu não demoro! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Beijos <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">♥</span>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Barbara Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11795035325750202133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505137028462145077.post-47392683198742472622011-08-02T15:56:00.000-07:002011-08-02T11:55:55.406-07:00Eu só respiro você.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>1ª TEMPORADA.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>6°Capítulo:</b> Ele ama você.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Narrado por:</b> Demi.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Assim que o filme acabou, Nick e Joe sairam do quarto. Miley começou a conversar comigo.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Demi, sabe o que eu percebi? - ela disse.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - O que? - eu olhei pra ela.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Que Joe ficou caidinho por você. - ela riu.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Para de graça, Miley! - eu disse, sem graça. - Ele não gostou de uma coisa assim... Feito eu...</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Feito você, como? Para de graça você! Você é linda, inteligente, tem um sorriso lindo... Eu me apaixonei. - rimos juntas. - Com toda a certeza do MUNDO, ele gostou de você. - ela balançou a cabeça, afirmando.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Agente se conheceu hoje. Isso... Isso é impossível.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Tem certeza? Está escrito nos seus olhos que você amou ele. E está escrito nos olhos dele, o mesmo.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Vamos mudar de assunto, Miley... - ela me interrompeu.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eu não minto pras pessoas que perguntam pra mim se eu gosto mesmo, ou não do Nick.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - E... E você... Gosta dele? - eu disse.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Sim... - ela pareceu triste. - Desde a terceira série. Mas... Ele nunca correspondeu o meu amor por ele...</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Já tentou... Conversar com ele?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - O Nick é um cara muito tímido, Demi. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Talvez seja por isso que ele nunca quis falar com você. Não contar que te ama, não quer dizer que ele <i>não</i> te ama.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Sei lá viu... Ele sempre teve facilidade pra falar com as garotas. Nessa parte, ele nunca foi tímido... Se ele gostasse mesmo de mim, teria vindo falar comigo.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Não desista, Miles. Nunca.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nos abraçamos.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Sabe... Você já é minha melhor amiga. - ela disse, sorrindo.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Melhores amigas, pra sempre. - eu respondi. Rimos juntas.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUQemQmIKiNhFUjQoW9ty0zasWQyA_193WzaEWycdCB0HdQA92ePYzmJDAbHCmYP2M5FpDp9xLqUbrKxKpKCEy0CLgr4kFDzsUMyM6XkVxDGA3p2bTCVRrAjllyqHMP3og5Zl0OrnBQ48/s1600/Miley_and_Demi_Wallpaper_by_RossattiKate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUQemQmIKiNhFUjQoW9ty0zasWQyA_193WzaEWycdCB0HdQA92ePYzmJDAbHCmYP2M5FpDp9xLqUbrKxKpKCEy0CLgr4kFDzsUMyM6XkVxDGA3p2bTCVRrAjllyqHMP3og5Zl0OrnBQ48/s400/Miley_and_Demi_Wallpaper_by_RossattiKate.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Continuamos conversando, e depois, eu voltei pra minha casa. Meus pais já haviam chegado, e eu contei pra eles o quão foi divertido passar o dia com a minha nova melhor amiga. Eles ficaram felizes por mim.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fui tomar um banho, coloquei meu pijama, mesmo sendo, ainda, cinco horas da tarde. Me joguei na cama, e Joe invadiu meu pensamento.</span></div>Barbara Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11795035325750202133noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505137028462145077.post-1757710266364675562011-08-02T15:23:00.000-07:002011-08-02T11:24:04.340-07:00Eu só respiro você.<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>1ª TEMPORADA.</b><o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>5°Capítulo:</b> Conhecendo a família Jonas.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Narrado por:</b> Demi.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Me levantei de pressa, e tive de sair. Eu precisava espairecer a mente. Comecei a andar pelo bairro, e me encontrei com Miley.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Demi! - ela disse, vindo me cumprimentar.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oi, Miles. – eu sorri.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Não quer ir lá em casa? Conhecer meus tios... Vamos, por favor! – ela disse, fazendo biquinho.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ai Deus... – eu ri. – Tudo bem... <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - OBA! – ela gritou. – Vamos. Meus tios são super legais.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Espera... Você mora com os seus tios mesmo? <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Sim... – ela riu. – Meus pais viajam muito, e eu decidi morar com meus tios. Na verdade, eles são meus primos de segundo grau, pois Denise, a mãe do Nick e do Joe, é prima da minha mãe, mas eu o chamo de tia, e o marido dela de tio. E então, Nick e Joe, viraram meus primos. Essa história é meio confusa... – ela riu.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - É, eu percebi. – eu ri.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Bom, vamos! – ela sorriu. – É, você avisou seus pais...? – ela perguntou.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eles não estão em casa, e talvez demorem. Eu estou com meu celular, com certeza eles ligaram se estiverem preocupados.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Tudo bem, então. – ela sorriu.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fomos até a casa dela, e entramos.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Tio, tia, primos, trouxe a Demi aqui.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ah, a famosa demi. – a tia dela disse. – Miley já falou muito de você, por hoje.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Mesmo? – eu disse, tímida.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Sim. – ela riu. – Prazer, sou a Denise.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Prazer.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Sou Paul. Prazer, querida. – disse o tio dela. Eu respondi.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oi, Demi. – Nick veio em cumprimentar,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oi! – eu respondi, sentindo minha bochecha corar.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oi... De-Demi. – Joe me cumprimentou, gaguejando.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oi... – eu sorri, timidamente.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - É bom ver você de novo. – ele completou.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eu digo o mesmo.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Bem, venha Demi! – Miley disse, me puxando. – Vou lhe mostrar a casa. Você vai adorar!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Obrigada. – eu ri.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ela me mostrou todos os cômodos, e o quarto dela, ela simplesmente deslumbrante. Tudo era perfeito.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Uau, tudo é muito lindo, Miles. – eu sorri.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Que bom que gostou! – ela riu. – Vamos assistir um filme? Comer pipoca...?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Hm, ótimo. – eu ri. – Por mim tudo bem. – eu sorri.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Vamos então! – ela disse, me puxando. Fomos até o quarto dela.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Enquanto ela preparava a pipoca, eu liguei para meus pais, para avisar aonde eu estava. Eles ficaram felizes em saber que eu já tinha uma nova amiga, e que essa minha amiga, era nossa vizinha.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Pronto, voltei. – ela disse, tra<span class="apple-style-span">zendo a pipoca. – Ligou para os seus pais?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Sim. – eu sorri.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Podemos ver o filme com as moças? – Joe e Nick disseram, entrando no quarto dela.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - É... – eu gaguejei.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Podem né, fazer o que né. - Miley disse, fazendo uma cara feia e rindo em seguida.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Demi... Podemos? – Joe perguntou, olhando pra mim.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt; text-align: left;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Claro, claro. – eu disse, sorrindo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Estávamos sentados no chão, nos “pufes”. Joe sentou do meu lado direito, Miley do meu lado esquerdo, e Nick, do outro lado de Miley.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">O filme havia começado. Era uma comédia romântica. Eu simplesmente adorava filmes com esse tema. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.05pt;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No filme inteiro, eu percebi que Nick ficou olhando para Miley, com um olhar apaixonante, e quando eu virava pro lado, Joe estava olhando pra mim. Eu sempre virava o rosto, envergonhada e com as bochechas quentes. Com certeza, estavam rosadas.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div></div>Barbara Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11795035325750202133noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505137028462145077.post-2713754543755541912011-07-31T14:41:00.000-07:002011-07-31T10:43:25.376-07:00Eu só respiro você.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>1ª TEMPORADA.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>4°Capítulo:</b> Boas Vindas.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Narrado por: </b>Demi.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Bem, vamos nos sentar, Demi. Esta aula é a de matemática, e a professora é um caos! - Miley disse. Todos rimos. - Vamos, eu te mostro o seu lugar.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nos sentamos. Joe, se sentava atrás de mim, Nick, na minha frente, e Miley, do meu lado direito. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Assim que a professora chegou, me levantei, e fui mostrar o papel de transferência, que a direção me deu. Ela assinou, e me apresentou para a sala, o que me deixou com as bochechas rosadas. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Voltei para o meu lugar, e ela começou a passar a matéria na lousa. Era tudo muito fácil, e eu terminei o dever, primeiro do que todos. Eu a chamei para avisar, e ela corrigiu. Estava tudo certo, e ela me deu os parabéns. Senti minhas bochechas esquentarem e corarem. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Já percebi que você é uma ótima aluna, senhorita Lovato. Vou tê-la como ajudante a partir de hoje. - ela sorriu, e se sentou.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Boa, Demi! - Miley disse, sorrindo pra mim.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Pare... - eu sorri, tímida.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Você é boa aluna! - ela disse, feliz. - Me ajude? - ela riu.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Claro. - eu ri.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Me aproximei de sua carteira para ajudá-la, e a professora sorriu pra mim.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Depois que a ajudei, ela me agradeceu, e disse:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Demi, Joe não parou de olhar pra você, enquanto você falava.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ju-Jura? - eu disse.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Sim... - ela riu. - Você gostou dele, não gostou?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Não sei do que você está falando... - eu sempre menti muito mal.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Sei... - ela riu.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Voltei para o meu lugar, envergonhada, e o sinal tocou. Teríamos de ir para outra sala agora.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Vamos para o inglês agora. - Miley disse, pegando em minha mãe.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Vamos. - eu sorri.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Depois de todas as aulas, fomos pra casa. Eles me acompanharam, e eram meus vizinhos.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Obrigada, gente! Até amanhã. - eu disse.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Até. - eles sorriram, indo embora.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Entrei em casa, e encontrei um bilhete colado na geladeira.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">Querida, eu e seu pai, tivemos de sair. Eu deixei a comida na geladeira, é só colocar no prato e esquentar, caso você esteja com fome. Voltaremos logo, ou tentaremos. Beijos.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';"><o:p> </o:p></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">Com amor, mamãe. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Deixei a bolsa no sofá, e fui colocar a comida no prato. Esquentei no micro-ondas, e fui almoçar. Depois, lavei o prato, e o deixei no escorredor. Fui até meu quarto, troquei de roupa, e fui ver se eu tinha algum dever da escola pra fazer. Felizmente, não tinha nenhum.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Me joguei na cama, e a primeira pessoa que veio em minha mente, foi Joe. Ele tinha mexido comigo. E muito. Eu queria conhecê-lo melhor. Ele tinha tomado conta do meu coração.</span></div>Barbara Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11795035325750202133noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505137028462145077.post-91113441167289778392011-07-30T21:05:00.000-07:002011-07-31T10:10:40.831-07:00Eu só respiro você.<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1ª TEMPORADA.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>3°Capítulo: </b>Novos amigos.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Narrado por: </b>Demi.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Após a refeição, me despedi de minha mãe, que me desejou uma boa manhã no novo colégio, e meu pai me levou de carro até lá. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Tchau pai. - eu disse, descendo do carro.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Tchau, querida. Boa aula. - ele disse.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Obrigada. - eu sorri. - Vou precisar. - eu disse, a mim mesma.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Entrei no colégio, e tudo era muito bonito. Eu estava com um frio na barriga. Eu precisava perguntar algo para alguém, mas a vergonha, a indecisão, o medo, não me deixavam fazer isto. De repente, uma garota de cabelos claros, olhos também claros, e muito linda, se aproximou de mim, me cumprimentando.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oi! - ela sorriu.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - O-Oi. - eu disse, tímida.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Você deve ser Demetria, certo? - ela disse.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Co-Como sabe? - eu me assustei.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Calma. - ela riu, percebendo o medo em minha expressão. - Nossas professoras já avisaram que você chegaria. Sempre sabemos quando irá chegar um aluno novo por aqui. E eu, sempre os recebo. Você está na minha sala. - ela riu.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ah, sim... - eu ri. - Pode me chamar de Demi...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Demi, eu sou a Miley. Mas pode me chamar de Miles... Ou então... Como... Quiser. - ela riu.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Já vi que vou me dar muito bem com você.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eu digo o mesmo. - ela sorriu. - Vamos? Eu te mostro aonde é a nossa primeira aula.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Obrigada Miley. - eu ri. Ela me puxou pelas mãos, e me levou até a sala. Eu com certeza iria me dar super bem com ela.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Chegando lá, ela me apresentou alguns alunos.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Demi, esses aqui são Nick e Joe. Meus primos idiotas. - ela riu, os cumprimentando.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eu não pude não notar. Eles eram perfeitos. Lindos, fortes. Eram maravilhosos. Principalmente, o tal de Joe.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ele não parou de olhar pra mim, e aquilo, já estava me deixando envergonhada. Eu pude sentir minhas bochechas corarem.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oi... Demi. - ele disse, pegando em minha mão, e a beijando.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - O-Oi... - eu disse, sem jeito.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oi, Demi! - Nick disse, me cumprimentando com um beijo no rosto.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oi... - eu sorri, tímida.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Eles são super idiotas... Quando eles se acostumarem com você, o que você vai ouvir da boca deles, vai ser só besteira. - Miley disse. Eu não aguentei, e ri.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Você é nova por aqui... Certo? - Nick perguntou.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Sim. Eu vim de Dallas, no Texas...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ótima cidade... - ele disse, sorrindo.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Pois é...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Bem, seja muito bem vinda a Winsley High School! - ele disse.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Obrigada. - eu sorri.</span></div>Barbara Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11795035325750202133noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505137028462145077.post-78556760123049162302011-07-30T20:46:00.000-07:002011-07-30T16:46:23.080-07:00Respondendo comentários.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGIJ9WYwGQsfBWtrNCuKtIv9fKxzPUgv4lhzqVBX2mClX7sn6xqQaSzQD8O7C9gHuBxrTuHJ1fsy6EvfLnyl-L_NesHi5j5QnjieLw55Id9q4p2fxaA7_pntdynij_6rOZ9duEnaVkdVQ/s1600/1250787548436_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGIJ9WYwGQsfBWtrNCuKtIv9fKxzPUgv4lhzqVBX2mClX7sn6xqQaSzQD8O7C9gHuBxrTuHJ1fsy6EvfLnyl-L_NesHi5j5QnjieLw55Id9q4p2fxaA7_pntdynij_6rOZ9duEnaVkdVQ/s1600/1250787548436_f.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Flávia:</b> haha, obrigada! Que bom que está gostando desta aqui! E que bom que gosta das minhas histórias também, haha *-*</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Será que vai rola? :</b> haha, obrigada *-*</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Jéssica:</b> manola, sua sem graça u.u KKKK </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Muito obrigada pelos comentários gente! Eu fico feliz que vocês estejam gostando da fanfic! Obrigada mesmo.</span></div>Barbara Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11795035325750202133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505137028462145077.post-58514876077188071572011-07-30T15:52:00.000-07:002011-08-02T06:42:14.940-07:00Eu só respiro você.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>1ª TEMPORADA.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>2°Capítulo:</b> Uma nova vida.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Narrado por:</b> Demi.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Entramos em casa, e não demorou muito para o caminhão da mudança chegar. Levamos os móveis para dentro, e isso, demorou quase uma hora. Para arrumar tudo, foi muito mais do que isto. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Com tudo já pronto, cada coisa em seu devido lugar, eu fui até meu quarto, para ver como ele tinha ficado. Minha mãe que o havia arrumado, e eu não pude dar nenhuma espiada.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Assim que cheguei lá, eu não pude acreditar. Estava simplesmente perfeito, do jeito que eu sempre sonhei.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Me joguei na cama, mexi em tudo o que eu tinha direito.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Mãe! - eu gritei.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - O que foi filha? - ela subiu correndo.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Mãe, eu adorei! ADOREI! Meu quarto é lindo!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Que bom que gostou filha! - ela riu, e eu a abracei.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Com toda a certeza, eu vou amar ficar nesta cidade! - eu disse, reluzente.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Depois, eu fui para todos os cômodos, e a casa estava perfeita! O tempo passou tão rapidamente, que quando eu percebi, já eram sete horas da noite. Fui tomar um bom banho, e coloquei meu pijama.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Depois de pronta, desci para o jantar.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Hm, o que vamos ter hoje, mãe? - eu perguntei.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Para comemorar, uma macarronada bem gostosa.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Oba! - eu ri.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Sua mãe me disse o quanto você ficou animada com a nova casa. - meu pai disse.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Sim, pai. - eu respondi, sorrindo.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Depois do jantar, guardei minhas roupas que estavam na mala, dei boa noite a meus pais, e fui deitar. Eu estava super cansada, e assim que fechei os olhos, adormeci. Não me lembro se sonhei com algo, só sei que assim que dormi, acordei no dia seguinte. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Demi, acorde querida! Hoje é o seu primeiro dia de aula aqui, na nova cidade. - minha mãe dizia.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Am? Já...? - eu me espreguiçava.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Sim, querida. - ela riu. - Vamos, vá tomar um bom banho, e se trocar.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Tudo bem... - eu bocejei.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Assim que ela saiu do quarto, eu levantei, e fui tomar um bom banho. Me arrumei, peguei minha bolsa, coloquei o que eu deveria colocar, pelo menos o que eu achei que iria precisar, e desci para tomar meu café da manhã.</span></div>Barbara Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11795035325750202133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505137028462145077.post-39321842584594841282011-07-30T08:41:00.000-07:002011-07-30T04:46:56.106-07:00Eu só respiro você.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>1ª TEMPORADA.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>1°Capítulo: </b>Mudanças.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Narrado por:</b> Demi.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Era domingo. Eu estava arrumando minhas malas, pois eu sairia da minha cidade, Dallas, no Texas, junto aos meus pais, para viver em Los Angeles. Eu não estava muito ansiosa pra isto, pois sempre nos mudamos, e eu nunca fui muito boa para me manifestar. Eu sempre fui conhecida como "a garota estranha", nas novas cidades. Tudo, por causa da minha estupidez em não me enturmar direito.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Minhas irmãs, Dallas e Madison, não tinham este problema. Apesar que, elas não viviam conosco. Estavam estudando em escolas particulares no Canadá. Quem dera eu, estar lá. Pelo menos, eu teria minhas irmãs, e tudo ficaria muito mais fácil.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Depois de arrumar todas as malas, as levei até a sala.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Aqui estão... Mãe. - eu disse, as colocando no chão.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Ótimo, querida! - ela disse. - Tenho certeza que você vai adorar a cidade. - continuou ela, me abraçando.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Não tenho tanta certeza disto. Você sabe o quanto é difícil pra mim, me enturmar. Já nos mudamos tantas vezes... Tem certeza que vamos ter que deixar tudo, de novo?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Querida... Vamos construir uma nova vida... Tenho certeza que você vai se dar bem desta vez...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Tomara mãe. Tomara. - eu sorri, timidamente e falsamente pra ela.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Bem... Seu pai já comprou nossa casa por lá, e já te matriculou em uma ótima escola. Você vai adorar.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Tá bem... Mãe. Bem... Vou tomar um banho, me arrumar... E logo eu desço para podermos ir. E... Por falar nisso, aonde está meu pai?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Foi comprar algumas coisas... Logo ele está ai para podermos ir.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Tudo bem. - eu sorri.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Subi as escadas, correndo, e fui tomar meu banho. Me arrumei, e voltei para a sala. Meus pais já estavam me esperando, prontos.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Vamos, querida? - meu pai disse.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Vamos. - eu disse, com um frio na barriga.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fomos andando até lá fora. Entramos no carro, e partimos para o aeroporto. Eu me sentei no banco de trás. Meu pai dirigia, e minha mãe, ia no banco do passageiro, do seu lado. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Fique tranquila, querida. - ela disse.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Sim, mãe. - eu sorri. - Só tenho medo do avião.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Não se preocupe. - meu pai disse.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Adeus, casa. - eu disse, pra mim mesma, observando tudo a minha volta fora do carro.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Demoramos uns trinta minutos para chegarmos ao aeroporto. Cegando lá, ficamos esperando o nosso voo, que demorou quinze minutos. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Entramos no avião, e meu coração começou a disparar. Minha mãe sentou do meu lado, segurando em minha mão. Ela sabia que eu tinha receio de transportes aéreos. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Tudo bem, meu anjo? - ela disse.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Só um pouco de enjoo. Não me sinto bem dentro desses trecos.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Se acalme. - ela riu. - Logo vai passar!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Assim espero. - eu sorri.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eu estava levando comigo, o meu livro favorito, <i>Crepúsculo</i>. Eu simplesmente adorava aquela história.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Comecei a ler, e então, me distraí e esqueci de onde estava. Minha mãe percebeu, e soltou minhas mãos, satisfeita.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Para chegarmos em Los Angeles, o voo demorou uma hora e meia. E, assim que chegamos, me senti melhor, e a ansiedade por ver minha casa nova, e tudo mais, bateu.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Finalmente chegamos! - eu disse aos meus pais. Eles riram.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Vamos, filha. Eu te ajudo com as malas. - meu pai disse.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Obrigada. - eu respondi.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Você vai adorar a casa, querida! Eu a vi pela<i> internet</i>, e é simplesmente deslumbrante! - minha mãe disse, me abraçando.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pegamos um táxi, e do aeroporto até o nosso destino, demorou uns dez minutos. Assim que chegamos, eu quase desmaiei. A casa era aquela que eu sempre desejei ter.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A sua faixada era perfeita! A piscina, tudo! Era tudo como um sonho.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Mãe, pai! É linda! - eu gritei, os abraçando.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Que bom que gostou, anjo. - meu pai disse.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - Você vai adorar quando entrarmos! - minha mãe disse, rindo.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Os móveis, ainda não estavam lá. O caminhão responsável pela mudança, estava chegando. Eu simplesmente não via a hora de arrumar tudo, e curtir.</span></div>Barbara Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11795035325750202133noreply@blogger.com4