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	      <title><![CDATA[Things Have Changed For Me Part 13]]></title>
	      <link>http://peteyishot.buzznet.com/user/journal/4130801/</link>
	      <description><![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 last couple of days. After she was done pouring her poor little heart out, all I could muster was an, 'Oh, wow.' "Well, you know you 2 are always welcome to stay here, right?" "Oh, no!" she argued, "We couldn't!"</p>
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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lyndsey's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>"Oh, but you can!" she said, smiling, "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!" She smiled again and hugged me, as did I. "Thanks so much, babe!" I said, "You are so good to us! "Haha." Jessie laughed. "Love you, too!...Do you need a ride over there to get your stuff, Lyndz?" she asked. I thought about that for a second, really <em>thinking</em> about it, "Um, yeah. Yeah, I do." 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 <em>my </em>stuff from <em>his</em> house. Once on the street next to <em>his</em> 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.</p>
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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ryan's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>"What are you doing here??" I asked, honestly surprised to see her. "Getting <em>my</em>&nbsp;stuff..." she said, walking toward the back of the house, and handing her house key to me as she passed, "Have fun with that." She laughed as she continued walking to the back of the house. I followed her.</p>
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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lyndsey's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>My first stop was the bathroom, to get my toothbrush, makeup, hair products, perfume, etc, etc... Ryan stopped me in the doorway. "Lyndsey, please just listen..." I cut him off. "What?" I asked, as I lightly pushed him out of the way to get to the bedroom. "Lyndsey," he started, "Listen. Earlier I was angry. I'm sorry! I didn't mean anything I said! <em>Especially</em> 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!" 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, "Baby, I love you so much forever, alright? I want to be with you forevever, ok?!" I heard him sniffling like he was actually crying (pfft!), "Please, baby?"</p>]]></description>
		  		  	<category>panic! at the disco</category>
		  		  	<category>ryan ross</category>
		  		  	<category>the academy is...</category>
		  		  	<category>william beckett</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>peteyishot</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2009-05-26T15:07:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Things Have Changed For me Part 12]]></title>
	      <link>http://peteyishot.buzznet.com/user/journal/4116391/</link>
	      <description><![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 I was trying to lie. "Lyndz! Just tell me the truth!" he urged, "I won't be mad!" "You <em>are!</em>" I said again, trying to make myself believe it,&nbsp;"<em>You're</em> my child's father!" I grabbed his hands and looked at him square in the eye, trying to make us both believe that Suzy was really his....</p>
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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ryan's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>She kissed me on the lips, but...idk. I didn't kiss her back, I couldn't!&nbsp;I was thinking the whole time that I hope she wasn't lying to me.&nbsp;When I finally snapped back into reality, Lyndsey was in tears.&nbsp;"What's wrong, baby?" I asked, wrapping my arms around her just to make her stop crying.&nbsp;"I...I can't do this anymore, alright?!" she cried through her tears, "Yes, Joe is the father of Suzy! And yes, I left him for you!" She wriggled out of my arms. "I never thought this would happen! I never wanted him in her life, he's scum! You've been so good to me and <em>our</em> daughter...and I repay you like this!?...I am horrible and...and I am truly sorry!" She dropped to the ground and started sobbing.&nbsp;Even though I guessed&nbsp; this all beforehand, I still sat myself down beside her, and held her, and lightly kissed her forehead, waiting for her to calm down.&nbsp;And after a long while, she did.&nbsp;"I don't hate you, you know." I said, staring blankly down the street where Joe had gone, "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..."</p>
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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lyndsey's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>After he finished, he probably thought I'd cry or carry on or something like that, but no. Calmly, I said, "Ok. Lemme just grab <em>my</em> child and everything that I came into <em>your </em>house with...because everything else is <em>your</em> property, <em>obviously!</em>" I stood up and brushed myself off as I continued, "And since <em>you</em> got all the baby's clothes, I guess those are <em>your's,</em> too, by law!..." Ryan cut me off, "No! You keep the baby's clothes!" "No!" I said, "No. <em>You </em>got them, they're <em>your's! </em>I don't want to go to jail, either!" I walked back to Jessie's house, yelling, "And you can keep <em>your</em> car, too!" I slammed the back door and sat at Jessica's kitchen table.</p>
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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jessie's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>"Babe, what's wrong?!" I asked, alarmed, after I saw the expression on Lyndsey's&nbsp;face.&nbsp;"Oh, nothing!" she said, nonchalantly, "Except...my ex ruined my life and Ryan just broke up with me!"</p>]]></description>
		  		  	<category>panic! at the disco</category>
		  		  	<category>ryan ross</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>peteyishot</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2009-05-22T07:00:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Things Have Changed For Me Part 11]]></title>
	      <link>http://peteyishot.buzznet.com/user/journal/4052651/</link>
	      <description><![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 think you are doing, <em>JOE?!"</em> I screamed. He whipped around to face me as I screamed, "Leave. NOW! I don't want you here! GO!" "Lyndsey, Lyndsey!" he started pleading, "Just listen to me!..." He tried to put his hands on me, but I wouldn't let him. "No! Just leave Joe!" I screamed, "I don't want you here! Ryan doesn't want you here! And I definitely don't want you here for Suzy!" And, just like as if she heard me, Suzy came running out of Jessie's, screaming and running upto me. "Mommy! Mommy!" she screamed. "Who's that?" she asked, quietly, looking at Joe. "Nobody, baby." I replied. He smiled when he saw her. Then, he tried kissing up her ass. "Hey Suzy!" he said, still smiling that goofy, dumbass, cheesy fuckin' smile, "I'm Joe! I'm you're da..." I glared at him, and cut him off, quickly, "Don't you dare!...Baby?" I said, looking at Suzy, "Go back by auntie Jessica, she's got <em>cookies!!!"</em> Suzy ran back into the house, screaming, "OoooooooOoooooooh!!!!! COOOOOOOOOOOOKIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"<br />When I heard the backdoor close again, I went off on joe! "How fucking dare you try to tell <em>my</em> child you're her father! You are nothing! Ryan is actually <em>there</em> for her!" I screamed, "Now leave!" Just then, I saw Ryan pull up to the house and get out of his car...</p>
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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ryan's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>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. "What the <em>hell</em> are you doing here?!" I yelled, having the urge to kick his ass, but holding back until I got some answers. "Joe!" Lyndsey yelled, "Just leave!" As he ran off, he yelled back, "Tell him who the REAL father of Suzy is!..." A couple seconds went by, before&nbsp;I asked, "Lyndz?" I started scratching my head, and just continued staring down the street, "Who's the real father of Suzy?"</p>]]></description>
		  		  	<category>panic! at the disco</category>
		  		  	<category>ryan ross</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>peteyishot</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2009-05-05T17:43:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Things Have Changed For Me Part 10]]></title>
	      <link>http://peteyishot.buzznet.com/user/journal/4028111/</link>
	      <description><![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. 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. <em>"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."</em></p>
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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lyndsey's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>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. "Hey girl! Come in, come in!" She gestered me inside and closed the door behind me. "Mommy!" Suzy screamed, running upto me, as I picked her up and hugged her. "Hey gorgeous!" I said, smiling, "Were you good for auntie Jessie?" "Yes, mommy!" Suzy giggled. I turned to Jessica, as I set Suzy down. "How was she?" I asked. She smiled, "Oh, no problem!" She laughed, but stopped, seeming to be suddenly preoccupied with something outside.</p>
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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jessica's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>I went to the window, and looked through the blinds. "Lyndz?.." I said, still looking outside, "You might want to come see this!.." She walked over to the window and I pointed over to a strange man hovering around her car. Her jaw dropped wide open. "Keep.Suzy.HERE!" she warned, "Do NOT let her outside!" Then, she <em>flew</em> out the backdoor and out to the man.................................</p>]]></description>
		  		  	<category>ryan ross</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>peteyishot</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2009-04-27T18:16:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Things Have Changed For Me Part 9]]></title>
	      <link>http://peteyishot.buzznet.com/user/journal/4023301/</link>
	      <description><![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! I missed you!" He said, softly, hugging me. I yawned. "Missed you too, baby." I said, sleepily. "Oh, babe. I have a question though..." Ryan said, scratching the back of his head, "Where's Suzy?"</p>
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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Ryan's POV</span></strong></p>
<p>"Oh, yeah!" she laughed, "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." "Oh..." I said, contemplating what she told me for a moment. "Ok...Uh, do you think she could spend the night at Jessie's?" I asked, sticking out my tongue. She laughed, "Why?" "I wanna take my baby out for a night on the town!"</p>
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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Lyndsey's POV</span></strong></p>
<p><strong>-Outside the restaraunt, an hour later-</strong> 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, "You're Ryan fucking Ross!...Is this your way of saying the band is breaking up and you're poor now?" I laughed. "Oh, haha!" Ryan said. "Well, we could just go back home and fuck." he said, laughing and tickling my sides, making me squeal.&nbsp;Anyway, we got out of the car, had dinner, and came back home for some 'dessert' lol....</p>]]></description>
		  		  	<category>panic! at the disco</category>
		  		  	<category>ryan ross</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>peteyishot</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2009-04-26T09:21:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Things Have Changed For Me Part 8]]></title>
	      <link>http://peteyishot.buzznet.com/user/journal/4017751/</link>
	      <description><![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 into the room. "Oh, Ryan!" she sobbed, as she walked upto me and hugged me, "Are you ok, love?!" I hugged her back tightly,&nbsp;"Yes, Lyndsey, I'm fine. It's just like if I got a really bad nosebleed...and got bad bruising!" I smiled at her, trying to calm her down, and hugged her tighter.&nbsp;"Oh!" Lyndsey sobbed. "I'm so sorry!" she cried.&nbsp;I started to kind of laugh. "Why, baby? It's fine...Wanna hear what happened??" I asked, sticking my tongue out. "YES!" she exclaimed. So I told her&nbsp;everything. Everything about the guy, everything about what the cops told us, just everything! "Did you say Joe Misleeviche?" she asked, almost dropping her jaw down to the floor.</p>
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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ly</span><span style="font-size: medium;">ndsey's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>"Yeah. I did, babe." he said, "Why?" "...Just wondering." I said, trying to make it seem like I was actually genuinely curious about the dude's name. But my mind was <em>racing!</em> I couldn't believe what I was hearing! There's no way Joe could have found me!! "Baby? You ok??" Ryan asked, throwing me out of my thoughts. "Huh?" I said, shaking my head clear of&nbsp;the rest of my thoughts, "Uh, yeah."</p>
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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ryan's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>Lyndsey was acting pretty weird. <em>She must just be worried about me,</em> I thought.&nbsp;"Ok." I said, hugging her tightly again, this time around her waist...cuz I know she loves that.&nbsp;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!<br />...<em><strong>Damned, if I was gonna stop her!</strong></em></p>
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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lyndsey's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>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!...</p>]]></description>
		  		  	<category>brendon urie</category>
		  		  	<category>fall out boy</category>
		  		  	<category>jon walker</category>
		  		  	<category>panic! at the disco</category>
		  		  	<category>pete wentz</category>
		  		  	<category>ryan ross</category>
		  		  	<category>spencer smith</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>peteyishot</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2009-04-24T18:29:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Things Have Changed For Me Part 7]]></title>
	      <link>http://peteyishot.buzznet.com/user/journal/4016811/</link>
	      <description><![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 told me the news. "He did....WHAT?!" I literally slammed on the brakes and did a U-turn, stepping on the gas towards the hospital that Pete said everyone was at.</p>
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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Pete's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>Brendon bursted into the hospital room. "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!" "Calm down, Brendon. I'm fine." Ryan said. "Yeah," I joked, "Ryan can really take a punch by a crazy dude, aha!" "Still...What the fuckkkkkk happened?!" he yelled.</p>
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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ryan's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>"Are you&nbsp;ok?!" Brendon asked, concerned, coming over and hugging me. "Yeah. Great." I said, "Great for getting punched in the face by a crazy!" I forced an unsure smile. He hugged me again and sat next to me on the egde of the hospital bed.<br /><strong>-The Next Day-</strong> The very next day, we learned that the guy who punched me, named Joseph Misleeviche, came all the way from Illinois and waited for <em>hours</em> 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 <em>me</em>&nbsp;because his <em>girlfriend</em> left him to 'be with me'...psychotic runs in his town, I guess.</p>
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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ashlee's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>"That is crazier than a possum potpie setting in the sun all day!" I exclaimed. I started crying, then hugged Pete. "Why do&nbsp;people have to be so mean to&nbsp;the rich and famous people like us, baby?!" "I don't know." he said, hugging me tighter than the grip of a lasso around the neck of a baby steer.</p>
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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ryan's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>"I can't believe this happened!" I sighed, "How can I help it that some crazy chick left him cuz of me?!" "I know. It isn't your fault." Pete said. "Yeah!" Brendon butted in, "You've already pressed charges, why not court? I mean..." I cut him off, "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 <em>that!</em>"</p>
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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Brendon's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>"NO! Who the dick is, is the guy who came upto <em>you</em>, who punched <em>you</em>, who blamed <em>you</em> for the fucked up problems he had with a dumbass chick! He <em>deserves </em>you taking him to court!" I was almost screaming by argument's end. "You know? You're right, Brendon." he said, "I think I will take him to court!" Suddenly, someone burst into the room.........................................................................</p>]]></description>
		  		  	<category>brendon urie</category>
		  		  	<category>fall out boy</category>
		  		  	<category>jon walker</category>
		  		  	<category>panic! at the disco</category>
		  		  	<category>pete wentz</category>
		  		  	<category>ryan ross</category>
		  		  	<category>spencer smith</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>peteyishot</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2009-04-24T13:10:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Things Have Changed For Me Part 6]]></title>
	      <link>http://peteyishot.buzznet.com/user/journal/4013181/</link>
	      <description><![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 Ashlee sit up front with Pete.&nbsp;"Shut the fuck up, Brendon!" Pete said, a little coldly.&nbsp; "Yeah, ya varmot!" Ashlee exclaimed, "Shut yer mouth up!" "Damn, I was kidding!" I said, defending myself. "Assholes..." I muttered said under my breath, as I stared out the window.</p>
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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Pete's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>I started the car in dead silence.&nbsp;We were all quiet until we got to Angels &amp; King's. "I'm so ready for this!" Brendon said, all pumped, "I've had a really shitty week this week." "You're in a world-famous band, with which a <em>ton</em> of hotttttttt girls want to sleep with you DAILY!...How in the fuck can you ever have a 'bad week'?!" Ryan asked, throwing Brendon a "wtf" look. "Good point." Him and Brendon&nbsp;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!!!</p>
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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ryan's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>Me, Pete, and Ashlee were walking to Pete's car, ready to go home and call it a night,&nbsp;and talking to the pop-pop-pop-pop-paparazzi, when, OUTTA NOWHERE!!!,&nbsp;this crazy fucking&nbsp;guy came up to me and punched me in the face, making me hit the ground with a<em>&nbsp;</em>loud&nbsp;<em>THUD!....</em></p>
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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Pete's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>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.&nbsp; Once they got there, I let the dude go into their custody.&nbsp;"Put him in the back of a squad car!" I screamed. "Restrain that man, partners!" Ashlee screamed to them,&nbsp;after me.</p>
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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ryan's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>"He needs his head put through a fucking catscan!" I yelled from the back of the ambulence, "Dude's insane! I'm pressing charges!" 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, "That's what you get for stealing the love of my life away from me!"</p>]]></description>
		  		  	<category>brendon urie</category>
		  		  	<category>fall out boy</category>
		  		  	<category>jon walker</category>
		  		  	<category>panic! at the disco</category>
		  		  	<category>pete wentz</category>
		  		  	<category>ryan ross</category>
		  		  	<category>spencer smith</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>peteyishot</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2009-04-23T12:46:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Things Have Changed For Me Part 5]]></title>
	      <link>http://peteyishot.buzznet.com/user/journal/4007211/</link>
	      <description><![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," I said, still laughing, "The club is special!"</p>
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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: small;">Brendon's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>I grinned. "Oh, really now?" Pete laughed again, "Yes! It's mine, so it's always special!" We all laughed as Pete pulled into the driveway of his Hollywood home. "What&nbsp;are we doin' here?" Ryan asked from the backseat. "I have to get my 'blushing bride'." Pete chuckled, as he got out of the car and slammed the door behind him, leaving us to fend for ourselves.</p>
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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pete's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>I went into the house, screaming, "Baby! Come on! We're leaving!!" Hemmy met me at my feet, followed by the rest of the dogs.&nbsp; I bent down to pet them. "Hey guys." I said softly, as I stood back up.&nbsp;All of a sudden, Patrick poked his head out from the living room. "You guys are coming back, right?"</p>
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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: small;">Patrick's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>"No." he said (but I knew he was&nbsp;kidding), "We're never coming back and you're gonna be Bronx's new daddy." I smiled, "Good. He&nbsp; won't turn into a <em>complete</em> monster!" Pete replied, rolling his eyes, "Funny!" I chuckled. "So, you're gonna bring me back something from the bar, right?" I asked, as a small hand touched my ankle. It was Bronx, who probably just&nbsp;woke up from his nap. "Hey buddy, how'd you get out here?!" I asked him, as&nbsp;I picked him up, "How was your nap?" He looked at me, rubbing his eyes, then leaned&nbsp; into my shoulder and fell back asleep. "Hey Gabey-Baby." Pete said softly, petting his head and smiling.&nbsp;At that moment, Ashlee appeared.</p>
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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pete's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>She smiled at me, "Hey hubby, I missed ya'll!" I hugged her and kissed her foreheard. "Missed you too, baby." "Ok, I'm guessin' we have to saddle up, and go?" Ashlee asked, looking at me. "Oh yeah!" I laughed, "I left the guys in my car with no air. I guess we got to go see if they're still alive." We both laughed as we walked outside and to the car, getting in and driving off.</p>]]></description>
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		  		  	<category>fall out boy</category>
		  		  	<category>jon walker</category>
		  		  	<category>panic! at the disco</category>
		  		  	<category>patrick stump</category>
		  		  	<category>pete wentz</category>
		  		  	<category>ryan ross</category>
		  		  	<category>spencer smith</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>peteyishot</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2009-04-21T17:12:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Things Have Changed For Me Part 4]]></title>
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	      <description><![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 the door over to Spencer's pad.&nbsp; I pulled into the driveway, parked the car, and got out.&nbsp; I dusted myself off and went to the door and knocked on it, waiting a couple minutes before Ryan opened it.</p>
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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ryan's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>I smiled when I saw that it was Pete at the door.&nbsp; "Please. I said no pictures!" I laughed, as I gestered for him to come inside. "Oh, ya. Very funny." Pete joked.&nbsp; I shut the door behind us and we both walked into Spencer's living room, where the rest of the guys were at.</p>
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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: small;">Spencer's POV</span></span></strong></p>
<p>Ryan and Pete walked into the living room, and I smiled. "Hey dude. What's up?" He walked over to me, smiling, and greeted me as well.&nbsp; "So, what are we doing Peteyboy?" Brendon asked.&nbsp; At that, Pete put on a huge, toothy smile, "You'll see!" As he gestered us to go with him.</p>]]></description>
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		  		  	<category>fall out boy</category>
		  		  	<category>jon walker</category>
		  		  	<category>panic! at the disco</category>
		  		  	<category>pete wentz</category>
		  		  	<category>ryan ross</category>
		  		  	<category>spencer smith</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>peteyishot</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2009-04-14T21:07:00Z</dc:date>
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