Tucker.

Tucker, born in a dream,

searched for in life. 

His blurry image forever present,

haunting me in between thoughts. 

I told him to come, 

I told him to show himself to me,

but he never did. 

Tucker, now a liar and a cheater,

a person I never met, 

now my enemy. 

I told him how I felt, 

I told him what he had done, 

but he never cared.

Tucker, the boy in my dream,

how did you appear,

how did you become?

Tucker, oh, Tucker,

leave me be. 

Yeah, yeah, lame poem, but it's for one of my stories. It was 'written' by Jessica, one of the characters. This story hasn't made it far on paper, but I like the idea of it. It's really complicated too. Way too complicated. It's got ME confused. That's pretty bad, isn't it? 

Jessica is an interesting character too. I'm having that hardest time figuring her out, which isn't good. I mean, she is my main character. Well, this is one of MANY stories. I have a butt load of unfinished stories. Luckily, the one I'm working on now, which is not the one with Tucker and Jessica, is going pretty well. I have been outlining the plot, which I've never really done before. Pray for me. XD

Oh, and if you're wondering, yes, I'm writing this one my NEW, TOTALLY AWESOME laptop. Exciting, right? 

Also, check out Julian Smith . He makes me laugh my butt off. Yeah, he's hilarious. Here is one of my favorite videos of his: 

Pretty funny. :] 

Have a good day!

Grey