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		  <entry>
	    <title>Things Have Changed For Me Part 13</title>
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	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:4130801</id>
	    <issued>2009-05-26T15:07:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2009-05-26T15:07:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2009-05-26T15:07:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jessica's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>"What?!" I screamed, "Why?!" Lyndsey proceeded to tell me everything that had been happening the&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>peteyishot</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Jessica's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&quot;What?!&quot; I screamed, &quot;Why?!&quot; Lyndsey proceeded to tell me everything that had been happening the last couple of days. After she was done pouring her poor little heart out, all I could muster was an, 'Oh, wow.' &quot;Well, you know you 2 are always welcome to stay here, right?&quot; &quot;Oh, no!&quot; she argued, &quot;We couldn't!&quot;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Lyndsey's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&quot;Oh, but you can!&quot; she said, smiling, &quot;You guys can stay here. I don't mind! Maybe just give me $50-$100 a week, maybe every 2?...for rent and it'll be cool!&quot; She smiled again and hugged me, as did I. &quot;Thanks so much, babe!&quot; I said, &quot;You are so good to us! &quot;Haha.&quot; Jessie laughed. &quot;Love you, too!...Do you need a ride over there to get your stuff, Lyndz?&quot; she asked. I thought about that for a second, really &lt;em&gt;thinking&lt;/em&gt; about it, &quot;Um, yeah. Yeah, I do.&quot; So we got ourselves ready (I made sure to bring my big 'moving' bag with), then I got Suzy ready, and then we all went over to Ryan's house (my old home) to get all of &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;stuff from &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; house. Once on the street next to &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; house, I got out and went inside, using my old house key one last time. I was startled when I looked up and saw Ryan sitting and talking to William (Beckett), who were probably startled to see me, too!, because they were staring at me.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Ryan's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&quot;What are you doing here??&quot; I asked, honestly surprised to see her. &quot;Getting &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; stuff...&quot; she said, walking toward the back of the house, and handing her house key to me as she passed, &quot;Have fun with that.&quot; She laughed as she continued walking to the back of the house. I followed her.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Lyndsey's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;My first stop was the bathroom, to get my toothbrush, makeup, hair products, perfume, etc, etc... Ryan stopped me in the doorway. &quot;Lyndsey, please just listen...&quot; I cut him off. &quot;What?&quot; I asked, as I lightly pushed him out of the way to get to the bedroom. &quot;Lyndsey,&quot; he started, &quot;Listen. Earlier I was angry. I'm sorry! I didn't mean anything I said! &lt;em&gt;Especially&lt;/em&gt; about being away from you! I love you sooooooooo much! And I'm an asshole, ok? I shouldn't have kicked you out like that, especially not with a fatherless child! I want to adopt Suzy! I want to have a family!...I want to have a family with you, baby!&quot; He took me by the back of my waist and held me. I could feel his warm breath on my neck, it made me shiver. Then he spoke, &quot;Baby, I love you so much forever, alright? I want to be with you forevever, ok?!&quot; I heard him sniffling like he was actually crying (pfft!), &quot;Please, baby?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>Things Have Changed For me Part 12</title>
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	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:4116391</id>
	    <issued>2009-05-22T07:00:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2009-05-22T07:00:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2009-05-22T07:00:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lyndsey's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>"What are you talking about?!" I said, quickly, "You are, DUH!" I think he knew&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>peteyishot</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Lyndsey's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&quot;What are you talking about?!&quot; I said, quickly, &quot;You are, DUH!&quot; I think he knew I was trying to lie. &quot;Lyndz! Just tell me the truth!&quot; he urged, &quot;I won't be mad!&quot; &quot;You &lt;em&gt;are!&lt;/em&gt;&quot; I said again, trying to make myself believe it, &quot;&lt;em&gt;You're&lt;/em&gt; my child's father!&quot; I grabbed his hands and looked at him square in the eye, trying to make us both believe that Suzy was really his....&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Ryan's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;She kissed me on the lips, but...idk. I didn't kiss her back, I couldn't! I was thinking the whole time that I hope she wasn't lying to me. When I finally snapped back into reality, Lyndsey was in tears. &quot;What's wrong, baby?&quot; I asked, wrapping my arms around her just to make her stop crying. &quot;I...I can't do this anymore, alright?!&quot; she cried through her tears, &quot;Yes, Joe is the father of Suzy! And yes, I left him for you!&quot; She wriggled out of my arms. &quot;I never thought this would happen! I never wanted him in her life, he's scum! You've been so good to me and &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; daughter...and I repay you like this!?...I am horrible and...and I am truly sorry!&quot; She dropped to the ground and started sobbing. Even though I guessed  this all beforehand, I still sat myself down beside her, and held her, and lightly kissed her forehead, waiting for her to calm down. And after a long while, she did. &quot;I don't hate you, you know.&quot; I said, staring blankly down the street where Joe had gone, &quot;I just...I just don't think it's a good idea to see each other anymore. I think it'd be best if Suzy had her real father in her life, not me. Sorry...&quot;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Lyndsey's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;After he finished, he probably thought I'd cry or carry on or something like that, but no. Calmly, I said, &quot;Ok. Lemme just grab &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; child and everything that I came into &lt;em&gt;your &lt;/em&gt;house with...because everything else is &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; property, &lt;em&gt;obviously!&lt;/em&gt;&quot; I stood up and brushed myself off as I continued, &quot;And since &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; got all the baby's clothes, I guess those are &lt;em&gt;your's,&lt;/em&gt; too, by law!...&quot; Ryan cut me off, &quot;No! You keep the baby's clothes!&quot; &quot;No!&quot; I said, &quot;No. &lt;em&gt;You &lt;/em&gt;got them, they're &lt;em&gt;your's! &lt;/em&gt;I don't want to go to jail, either!&quot; I walked back to Jessie's house, yelling, &quot;And you can keep &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; car, too!&quot; I slammed the back door and sat at Jessica's kitchen table.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Jessie's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&quot;Babe, what's wrong?!&quot; I asked, alarmed, after I saw the expression on Lyndsey's face. &quot;Oh, nothing!&quot; she said, nonchalantly, &quot;Except...my ex ruined my life and Ryan just broke up with me!&quot;&lt;/p&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>Things Have Changed For Me Part 11</title>
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	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:4052651</id>
	    <issued>2009-05-05T17:43:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2009-05-05T17:43:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2009-05-05T17:43:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lyndsey's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>I <em>flew</em> out that door and out to my car. "What the hell do you&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>peteyishot</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Lyndsey's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I &lt;em&gt;flew&lt;/em&gt; out that door and out to my car. &quot;What the hell do you think you are doing, &lt;em&gt;JOE?!&quot;&lt;/em&gt; I screamed. He whipped around to face me as I screamed, &quot;Leave. NOW! I don't want you here! GO!&quot; &quot;Lyndsey, Lyndsey!&quot; he started pleading, &quot;Just listen to me!...&quot; He tried to put his hands on me, but I wouldn't let him. &quot;No! Just leave Joe!&quot; I screamed, &quot;I don't want you here! Ryan doesn't want you here! And I definitely don't want you here for Suzy!&quot; And, just like as if she heard me, Suzy came running out of Jessie's, screaming and running upto me. &quot;Mommy! Mommy!&quot; she screamed. &quot;Who's that?&quot; she asked, quietly, looking at Joe. &quot;Nobody, baby.&quot; I replied. He smiled when he saw her. Then, he tried kissing up her ass. &quot;Hey Suzy!&quot; he said, still smiling that goofy, dumbass, cheesy fuckin' smile, &quot;I'm Joe! I'm you're da...&quot; I glared at him, and cut him off, quickly, &quot;Don't you dare!...Baby?&quot; I said, looking at Suzy, &quot;Go back by auntie Jessica, she's got &lt;em&gt;cookies!!!&quot;&lt;/em&gt; Suzy ran back into the house, screaming, &quot;OoooooooOoooooooh!!!!! COOOOOOOOOOOOKIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard the backdoor close again, I went off on joe! &quot;How fucking dare you try to tell &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; child you're her father! You are nothing! Ryan is actually &lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt; for her!&quot; I screamed, &quot;Now leave!&quot; Just then, I saw Ryan pull up to the house and get out of his car...&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Ryan's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I saw Lyndsey arguing with somebody as I pulled upto Jessie's house. I got out of my car, and saw who she was yelling at. &quot;What the &lt;em&gt;hell&lt;/em&gt; are you doing here?!&quot; I yelled, having the urge to kick his ass, but holding back until I got some answers. &quot;Joe!&quot; Lyndsey yelled, &quot;Just leave!&quot; As he ran off, he yelled back, &quot;Tell him who the REAL father of Suzy is!...&quot; A couple seconds went by, before I asked, &quot;Lyndz?&quot; I started scratching my head, and just continued staring down the street, &quot;Who's the real father of Suzy?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>Things Have Changed For Me Part 10</title>
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	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:4028111</id>
	    <issued>2009-04-27T18:16:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2009-04-27T18:16:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2009-04-27T18:16:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ryan's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p><strong>-The Next Morning-</strong> I woke up and realized Lyndsey wasn't in bed next to me.&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>peteyishot</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Ryan's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-The Next Morning-&lt;/strong&gt; I woke up and realized Lyndsey wasn't in bed next to me. I looked at what time it was: 10:07a.m. I itched my head, then noticed that there was a new voicemail on my phone. &lt;em&gt;&quot;Hey baby, it's me. I went to pick up Suzy at Jessie's. Oh, by the way: I got a court date set up for you against that crazy guy. It's for the 27th of next month...You're welcome, haha. But hey, I'll talk to you later. Muah, love you. Bye.&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Lyndsey's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I parked the car on the street and got out. I dusted myself off and walked upto Jessie's door, and knocked on it. A minute later, she came to the door and opened it. &quot;Hey girl! Come in, come in!&quot; She gestered me inside and closed the door behind me. &quot;Mommy!&quot; Suzy screamed, running upto me, as I picked her up and hugged her. &quot;Hey gorgeous!&quot; I said, smiling, &quot;Were you good for auntie Jessie?&quot; &quot;Yes, mommy!&quot; Suzy giggled. I turned to Jessica, as I set Suzy down. &quot;How was she?&quot; I asked. She smiled, &quot;Oh, no problem!&quot; She laughed, but stopped, seeming to be suddenly preoccupied with something outside.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Jessica's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I went to the window, and looked through the blinds. &quot;Lyndz?..&quot; I said, still looking outside, &quot;You might want to come see this!..&quot; She walked over to the window and I pointed over to a strange man hovering around her car. Her jaw dropped wide open. &quot;Keep.Suzy.HERE!&quot; she warned, &quot;Do NOT let her outside!&quot; Then, she &lt;em&gt;flew&lt;/em&gt; out the backdoor and out to the man.................................&lt;/p&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>Things Have Changed For Me Part 9</title>
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	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:4023301</id>
	    <issued>2009-04-26T09:21:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2009-04-26T09:21:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2009-04-26T09:21:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Lyndsey's POV</span></strong></p>
<p>I opened my eyes an hour later, to Ryan staring at me. Then, he smiled. "Hey sleepyhead!&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>peteyishot</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;Lyndsey's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I opened my eyes an hour later, to Ryan staring at me. Then, he smiled. &quot;Hey sleepyhead! I missed you!&quot; He said, softly, hugging me. I yawned. &quot;Missed you too, baby.&quot; I said, sleepily. &quot;Oh, babe. I have a question though...&quot; Ryan said, scratching the back of his head, &quot;Where's Suzy?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;Ryan's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&quot;Oh, yeah!&quot; she laughed, &quot;How can I forget about our only child?!...She's at the sitter's. As soon as I heard what happened, I had Jessie watch her.&quot; &quot;Oh...&quot; I said, contemplating what she told me for a moment. &quot;Ok...Uh, do you think she could spend the night at Jessie's?&quot; I asked, sticking out my tongue. She laughed, &quot;Why?&quot; &quot;I wanna take my baby out for a night on the town!&quot;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;Lyndsey's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Outside the restaraunt, an hour later-&lt;/strong&gt; I finally found out where Ryan was taking me: The Ruby Tuesday's where we met (Yeah. I don't know how it happened either!). I smiled, and joked, &quot;You're Ryan fucking Ross!...Is this your way of saying the band is breaking up and you're poor now?&quot; I laughed. &quot;Oh, haha!&quot; Ryan said. &quot;Well, we could just go back home and fuck.&quot; he said, laughing and tickling my sides, making me squeal. Anyway, we got out of the car, had dinner, and came back home for some 'dessert' lol....&lt;/p&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>Things Have Changed For Me Part 8</title>
	    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://peteyishot.buzznet.com/user/journal/4017751/"/>
	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:4017751</id>
	    <issued>2009-04-24T18:29:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2009-04-24T18:29:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2009-04-24T18:29:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ryan's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>Suddenly, an average-height girl, wearing emo pants and had&nbsp;one of P!ATD's tee(shirt)s on, walked quickly&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>peteyishot</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Ryan's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Suddenly, an average-height girl, wearing emo pants and had one of P!ATD's tee(shirt)s on, walked quickly into the room. &quot;Oh, Ryan!&quot; she sobbed, as she walked upto me and hugged me, &quot;Are you ok, love?!&quot; I hugged her back tightly, &quot;Yes, Lyndsey, I'm fine. It's just like if I got a really bad nosebleed...and got bad bruising!&quot; I smiled at her, trying to calm her down, and hugged her tighter. &quot;Oh!&quot; Lyndsey sobbed. &quot;I'm so sorry!&quot; she cried. I started to kind of laugh. &quot;Why, baby? It's fine...Wanna hear what happened??&quot; I asked, sticking my tongue out. &quot;YES!&quot; she exclaimed. So I told her everything. Everything about the guy, everything about what the cops told us, just everything! &quot;Did you say Joe Misleeviche?&quot; she asked, almost dropping her jaw down to the floor.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Ly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;ndsey's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&quot;Yeah. I did, babe.&quot; he said, &quot;Why?&quot; &quot;...Just wondering.&quot; I said, trying to make it seem like I was actually genuinely curious about the dude's name. But my mind was &lt;em&gt;racing!&lt;/em&gt; I couldn't believe what I was hearing! There's no way Joe could have found me!! &quot;Baby? You ok??&quot; Ryan asked, throwing me out of my thoughts. &quot;Huh?&quot; I said, shaking my head clear of the rest of my thoughts, &quot;Uh, yeah.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Ryan's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Lyndsey was acting pretty weird. &lt;em&gt;She must just be worried about me,&lt;/em&gt; I thought. &quot;Ok.&quot; I said, hugging her tightly again, this time around her waist...cuz I know she loves that. Anyway, after that, I checked out of the hospital. Then me and Lyndsey, Brendon and the other guys, and Pete&amp;Ashlee walked out to our cars. I'm assuming they all were going home, and that's exactly where I wanted to go. So, I drove home with Lyndsey. As soon as we got into the house and got ready for a nap in bed, Lyndsey started to make out with me!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damned, if I was gonna stop her!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Lyndsey's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I made out with him because I couldn't tell him about Joe. About how I'm the girl who left him for this amazing life I have with him now!, and I couldn't deal with Ryan talking about it all night. So, making out was the only thing I could think of to stop it all!...&lt;/p&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>Things Have Changed For Me Part 7</title>
	    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://peteyishot.buzznet.com/user/journal/4016811/"/>
	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:4016811</id>
	    <issued>2009-04-24T13:10:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2009-04-24T13:10:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2009-04-24T13:10:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Brendon's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>I was on my way home from Angels &amp; Kings, when Pete called me and&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>peteyishot</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Brendon's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I was on my way home from Angels &amp; Kings, when Pete called me and told me the news. &quot;He did....WHAT?!&quot; I literally slammed on the brakes and did a U-turn, stepping on the gas towards the hospital that Pete said everyone was at.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Pete's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Brendon bursted into the hospital room. &quot;WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!&quot; &quot;Calm down, Brendon. I'm fine.&quot; Ryan said. &quot;Yeah,&quot; I joked, &quot;Ryan can really take a punch by a crazy dude, aha!&quot; &quot;Still...What the fuckkkkkk happened?!&quot; he yelled.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Ryan's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&quot;Are you ok?!&quot; Brendon asked, concerned, coming over and hugging me. &quot;Yeah. Great.&quot; I said, &quot;Great for getting punched in the face by a crazy!&quot; I forced an unsure smile. He hugged me again and sat next to me on the egde of the hospital bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-The Next Day-&lt;/strong&gt; The very next day, we learned that the guy who punched me, named Joseph Misleeviche, came all the way from Illinois and waited for &lt;em&gt;hours&lt;/em&gt; for me to come out, so that he could 'hurt me the way I hurt him'. What I mean is, he came to get revenge on &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; because his &lt;em&gt;girlfriend&lt;/em&gt; left him to 'be with me'...psychotic runs in his town, I guess.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Ashlee's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&quot;That is crazier than a possum potpie setting in the sun all day!&quot; I exclaimed. I started crying, then hugged Pete. &quot;Why do people have to be so mean to the rich and famous people like us, baby?!&quot; &quot;I don't know.&quot; he said, hugging me tighter than the grip of a lasso around the neck of a baby steer.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Ryan's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&quot;I can't believe this happened!&quot; I sighed, &quot;How can I help it that some crazy chick left him cuz of me?!&quot; &quot;I know. It isn't your fault.&quot; Pete said. &quot;Yeah!&quot; Brendon butted in, &quot;You've already pressed charges, why not court? I mean...&quot; I cut him off, &quot;Oh, nooooo! I couldn't! I mean yah, he punched me and yah, I'm in the hospital, but I'm not dick enough to do something like &lt;em&gt;that!&lt;/em&gt;&quot;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Brendon's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&quot;NO! Who the dick is, is the guy who came upto &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, who punched &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, who blamed &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; for the fucked up problems he had with a dumbass chick! He &lt;em&gt;deserves &lt;/em&gt;you taking him to court!&quot; I was almost screaming by argument's end. &quot;You know? You're right, Brendon.&quot; he said, &quot;I think I will take him to court!&quot; Suddenly, someone burst into the room.........................................................................&lt;/p&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>Things Have Changed For Me Part 6</title>
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	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:4013181</id>
	    <issued>2009-04-23T12:46:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2009-04-23T12:46:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2009-04-23T12:46:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Brendon's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>"Took ya guys long enough!" I joked, as I got into the backseat, to let&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>peteyishot</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Brendon's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&quot;Took ya guys long enough!&quot; I joked, as I got into the backseat, to let Ashlee sit up front with Pete. &quot;Shut the fuck up, Brendon!&quot; Pete said, a little coldly.  &quot;Yeah, ya varmot!&quot; Ashlee exclaimed, &quot;Shut yer mouth up!&quot; &quot;Damn, I was kidding!&quot; I said, defending myself. &quot;Assholes...&quot; I muttered said under my breath, as I stared out the window.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Pete's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I started the car in dead silence. We were all quiet until we got to Angels &amp; King's. &quot;I'm so ready for this!&quot; Brendon said, all pumped, &quot;I've had a really shitty week this week.&quot; &quot;You're in a world-famous band, with which a &lt;em&gt;ton&lt;/em&gt; of hotttttttt girls want to sleep with you DAILY!...How in the fuck can you ever have a 'bad week'?!&quot; Ryan asked, throwing Brendon a &quot;wtf&quot; look. &quot;Good point.&quot; Him and Brendon shared a quick laugh, as we all started walking in. We spent about 5 hours, 9pm-2am, in there. Partying, drinking, being boys...it was great!!!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Ryan's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Me, Pete, and Ashlee were walking to Pete's car, ready to go home and call it a night, and talking to the pop-pop-pop-pop-paparazzi, when, OUTTA NOWHERE!!!, this crazy fucking guy came up to me and punched me in the face, making me hit the ground with a&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;loud &lt;em&gt;THUD!....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Pete's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Me, Ash, and Ryan were walking to my car and everything, when outta nowhere, this fucking dude just punches poor Ryro in the face!! I ran after the dude and held him to the ground until the cops were called, and were at the bar.  Once they got there, I let the dude go into their custody. &quot;Put him in the back of a squad car!&quot; I screamed. &quot;Restrain that man, partners!&quot; Ashlee screamed to them, after me.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Ryan's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&quot;He needs his head put through a fucking catscan!&quot; I yelled from the back of the ambulence, &quot;Dude's insane! I'm pressing charges!&quot; With that, the police slammed the car door on that crazy guy. Before it slammed on him, he said something that would haunt me forever, &quot;That's what you get for stealing the love of my life away from me!&quot;&lt;/p&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>Things Have Changed For Me Part 5</title>
	    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://peteyishot.buzznet.com/user/journal/4007211/"/>
	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:4007211</id>
	    <issued>2009-04-21T17:12:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2009-04-21T17:12:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2009-04-21T17:12:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>Pete's POV</strong></span></p>
<p>"So, where are we going?" Brendon asked, excitedly.&nbsp;I laughed, "I'm not telling!" Brendon frowned, "Why not?!" "Cuz,"&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>peteyishot</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pete's POV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&quot;So, where are we going?&quot; Brendon asked, excitedly. I laughed, &quot;I'm not telling!&quot; Brendon frowned, &quot;Why not?!&quot; &quot;Cuz,&quot; I said, still laughing, &quot;The club is special!&quot;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Brendon's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I grinned. &quot;Oh, really now?&quot; Pete laughed again, &quot;Yes! It's mine, so it's always special!&quot; We all laughed as Pete pulled into the driveway of his Hollywood home. &quot;What are we doin' here?&quot; Ryan asked from the backseat. &quot;I have to get my 'blushing bride'.&quot; Pete chuckled, as he got out of the car and slammed the door behind him, leaving us to fend for ourselves.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Pete's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I went into the house, screaming, &quot;Baby! Come on! We're leaving!!&quot; Hemmy met me at my feet, followed by the rest of the dogs.  I bent down to pet them. &quot;Hey guys.&quot; I said softly, as I stood back up. All of a sudden, Patrick poked his head out from the living room. &quot;You guys are coming back, right?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Patrick's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&quot;No.&quot; he said (but I knew he was kidding), &quot;We're never coming back and you're gonna be Bronx's new daddy.&quot; I smiled, &quot;Good. He  won't turn into a &lt;em&gt;complete&lt;/em&gt; monster!&quot; Pete replied, rolling his eyes, &quot;Funny!&quot; I chuckled. &quot;So, you're gonna bring me back something from the bar, right?&quot; I asked, as a small hand touched my ankle. It was Bronx, who probably just woke up from his nap. &quot;Hey buddy, how'd you get out here?!&quot; I asked him, as I picked him up, &quot;How was your nap?&quot; He looked at me, rubbing his eyes, then leaned  into my shoulder and fell back asleep. &quot;Hey Gabey-Baby.&quot; Pete said softly, petting his head and smiling. At that moment, Ashlee appeared.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Pete's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;She smiled at me, &quot;Hey hubby, I missed ya'll!&quot; I hugged her and kissed her foreheard. &quot;Missed you too, baby.&quot; &quot;Ok, I'm guessin' we have to saddle up, and go?&quot; Ashlee asked, looking at me. &quot;Oh yeah!&quot; I laughed, &quot;I left the guys in my car with no air. I guess we got to go see if they're still alive.&quot; We both laughed as we walked outside and to the car, getting in and driving off.&lt;/p&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>Things Have Changed For Me Part 4</title>
	    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://peteyishot.buzznet.com/user/journal/3983731/"/>
	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:3983731</id>
	    <issued>2009-04-14T21:07:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2009-04-14T21:07:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2009-04-14T21:07:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pete's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>I hopped out of the shower and got ready to go.&nbsp; Then, I headed out&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>peteyishot</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Pete's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I hopped out of the shower and got ready to go.  Then, I headed out the door over to Spencer's pad.  I pulled into the driveway, parked the car, and got out.  I dusted myself off and went to the door and knocked on it, waiting a couple minutes before Ryan opened it.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Ryan's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I smiled when I saw that it was Pete at the door.  &quot;Please. I said no pictures!&quot; I laughed, as I gestered for him to come inside. &quot;Oh, ya. Very funny.&quot; Pete joked.  I shut the door behind us and we both walked into Spencer's living room, where the rest of the guys were at.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Spencer's POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ryan and Pete walked into the living room, and I smiled. &quot;Hey dude. What's up?&quot; He walked over to me, smiling, and greeted me as well.  &quot;So, what are we doing Peteyboy?&quot; Brendon asked.  At that, Pete put on a huge, toothy smile, &quot;You'll see!&quot; As he gestered us to go with him.&lt;/p&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
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