<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181086133915630883</id><updated>2009-10-16T15:24:27.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jade's Story Book 3: Tell Me That You Love Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jade Murry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342771835434574512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181086133915630883.post-1661991638272395517</id><published>2009-02-13T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:45:56.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 12: The Only Ring I'll Ever Wear</title><content type='html'>I don't think I had ever been more nervous. Not my first performence on the Best of Both Worlds Tour or even when I kissed Nick Jonas for the first time. During those I was playing a character, now finnally I'm playing myself. Jade, dirty blond hair, and green conveses with black and white cheackered laces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres hundreds of people out there. All waiting for me to take the stage. All waiting in the crowed ballroom of my Aunt's hotel. Another thousand are waiting on the lawn hoping that there'll cautch a glimpse of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at myself in the mirror ,breathing deeply. "Jade you can do this. You've been infront of larger crowds, you've delt with more than this."&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is Jade Murry had...Jade had never really been introduced to the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The press can take one look at me and say of look she changed her hair color again, but maybe i can tell people how much I've changed. It's not just a hair color, it's a thought process. Where I figure out whats really important in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I take another deep breath and step on to the makeshift stage. The applase and screams are there but it feels different now. That they should be screaming for what I have to say not just my image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey everyone. Thank you. Thank you for being here. I've changed alot the last couple of months. At times I've been a real hormonal brat and at others I feel in love. I felt like everything was changing so fast, my hair color, my style, my life, my love. But after all that I finnally discovered what was important to me. My fans, everyone that supports me and that shares a common intrest with me. To have me succeed as a person, not as a teen icon. But to succeed and grow in acting and singing and just being myself. I want to do so much that Disney can't offer me. I want to be a serious actress a serious singer. I want to be taken seriously for the first time in my life. And that is why when my first contract is up at the end of the month, I'm leaving Disney and Hollywood Records."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gasp goes up from the crowds and the magazine reporters scribbe furiously into their pads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've talked to some other record companies and been to some movie auditions I've got calledback for. I'm ready to change for the better. To live life and learn. In about 2 months it's going to be my 16th birthday. I've already decided what I want to do with my life. I have some special guest here. Nick come on out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick Jonas enters the stage and screams and cheers expload from the audience, we both wait until it dies down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When he got here this morning, we fell in love all over again. Because I finnally have discovered who I am now. Theres no pressure, no one forcing us to be apart or be togather. Nick you wanted to ask me something?" I say turing to him, to find him on one knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I never want to be with any one eles Jade. I'm telling you that I love you and that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Jade will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He holds up a dimond and Jade ring inclosed in a box. I must of started crying from happiness and the perfection of the moment. I didn't notice the gasps or the crying in the audience or even the "yes!" shouting from the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nick. I love you so so much. Yes, oh my gawd. Yes!" Shakely I take my purity ring off my finger and throw it into the audience. Then with his help I slip the engagement ring on my finger. And then I kiss him. Because he's the only person who will ever make me feel like this. The only one I'll ever be with. My love, Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing is ever going to change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because never again is someone going to Change Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The End&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jade's Note: I loved writting Jade's Story. I can't belive it's over....I could write another book if you want....but I'll need some pretty fantastic comments and feedback and everything! Also please send me an email if you want more: &lt;a href="mailto:howdytex2@aol.com"&gt;howdytex2@aol.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Also I have a mibba account just go to (mibba.com) and serch JadeMurry and you should find some other stories I'm working on there + If you want to read the first book of Jade's Story again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow thanks for reading till the end. When I started this in April I never knew I could write. I was just bored in my closet. I had never even met the Jonas Brothers when i started. It all started with a 25 page fan letter (which I never sent.) And here we are. Standing at the finsh line togather. I want to become a writer now. Untill I wrote this story I never though I could be one...but now thanks to all of you I can be one. I love you and the Jonas Brothers, and everyone eles who made this story possible. Including my Old 8th grade Science Teacher, Mr. Roggers (i used to think of most of my ideas in his classroom.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jade's Story is forever more dedicated to my best friends Kristen (Crissy) and Lauren (Elisa) and my orginal ravid readers Marissa and Veronica. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Again I love you. And I'll continue into another book if I get enough feedback. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye for now!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Jade Murry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181086133915630883-1661991638272395517?l=jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/feeds/1661991638272395517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181086133915630883&amp;postID=1661991638272395517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default/1661991638272395517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default/1661991638272395517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapter-12-only-ring-ill-ever-wear.html' title='Chapter 12: The Only Ring I&apos;ll Ever Wear'/><author><name>Jade Murry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342771835434574512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11749771630777066230'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181086133915630883.post-8177363331218363875</id><published>2009-02-04T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:10:22.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 11: Places Everyone</title><content type='html'>Jade's Note: Sorry guys I hate doign this to ya'll but I seriously need a comment each time to get me to ubdate. The quciker you comment the quicker I can get up new chapters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Mitchel, I can't breath." I say after a while of being squezzed to tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh sorry Jade." He says and laughs realsing me. "Do you know what your going to do?" he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes but I'm going to need a couple things." I say smiling at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How fast do you think it's going to take you to run to Target and get as many bottels of hair dye remover as you can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was thinking about that, brown hair isn't really you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I playfully nudge him. "How long?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well it depends on if I get reconized..." I laught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay about five to ten minunets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you planning Jade?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well....i'm going behind Disney's back and making a huge public apology, clearing up all my rumors, getting back in touch with my fans, getting my hair back to it's normal color, about to put on some converses and skinny jeans, and about to tell the world that I love Nick and that someday I want to Marry him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay...." says Mitchel thinking it over. Then laughing he says "I call some of the media on the way over there, whens this thing going to happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tommarow." I say dashing over to my webcam and hitting record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Guys! It's Jade sorry i haven't updated in a while! But tommarow all my fans in flordia I'm throwing a kinda huge party in Orlando Flordia, at the Nilson Hotel." I said think of my aunt and how she is going to be shocked to hear about the party I invited thousands of fans to at her hotel.&lt;br /&gt;"So I really hope to see you there! I'm going to try and meet every single one of you! And also maybe sing a couple songs, there will also be a public interview with alot of major news stations and magazines so please come! I love you guys so much. See you tommarow!" Then clicking upload to youtube. I rush and give Mitchel one last hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I gotta call my Aunt before they start camping on the lawn." I smile. Things are finnally falling into place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181086133915630883-8177363331218363875?l=jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/feeds/8177363331218363875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181086133915630883&amp;postID=8177363331218363875' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default/8177363331218363875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default/8177363331218363875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapter-11-places-everyone.html' title='Chapter 11: Places Everyone'/><author><name>Jade Murry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342771835434574512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11749771630777066230'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181086133915630883.post-4885283262379058463</id><published>2009-01-20T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:04:41.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 10: I'm Back</title><content type='html'>The clock ticking was getting to me. The tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. The slow passing of time in a empty hotel room. The first time in months I had been left alone, the first time in months I felt completly vunurable and helpless and alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as that though passed through my head someone came back into my life. There was a knock at my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jade. Are you in there? Jade open the door." I didn't allow myself to reconize the familair voice for if it wasn't him I would of got up my fragile hopes. I swung open the door of my hotel room and ran into his open arms. Mitchel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mitchel you don't know how happy I am to see you!" I say clutching on to him in the narrow hallway. "Aww Jade what have they been doing to you!" He says leading my back inside and playing with my curled newly brown locks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You haven't seen the tabloids? Or the news articles? Or anything? How the world is not only passing me off as a slut but as a crazy broken hearted one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forget about the Tabloids." Says Mitchel siting down with me on my bed. "No one deserves to live through the pain and suffering you do every single day. No one deserves to have a diease that makes them prick their finger 12 times a day, no one deserves to have to deal with their parents divorcing, no one deserves to deal with the pain of sharing their boyfriend with the entire world, no one deserves to work 24 hours a day- 7 days a week for a company that you sell your soul too. You do that all, Jade. Every single day, you struggle with all these things and more. It may not seem like it, but people respect you for it. People will blow their saving on Meet and Greet passes just to spend a few moments with you. People would do anything for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But not the ones that matter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jade look at me." He says turing my face to face his. "We grew up togather. Wheres the Jade I know? The one that never let anything bother her? That always found the postive, the light at the top of the sea, the water glass is half full. Where's my girl?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at him with my dark blueish eyes the one thing that has never changed and I look into his dark brown ones and I find who I used to be reflected in his eyes. Finnally I saw how much I had given away of myself to become this perfect figure I was never going to be. I saw how much I had tried to be the perfect daughter and the perfect rolemodel and the perfect girlfriend, untill nothing I said was real anymore because I was trying to be someone I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder, Nick and I's relationship isn't working out! Because I'm not the same person he fell in love with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it! I just need to stop pertending and get back to me. The real me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm right here." I say, finnally saying the truth again for the first time in such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitchel smiles and hugs me. I hug back because finnally I feel like I can set everything right again. That I can truly be number 1 again. That everything is going to fall into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out World. Jade Murry is Back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade's Note: Next Chapter out when I get one Comment at LEAST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181086133915630883-4885283262379058463?l=jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/feeds/4885283262379058463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181086133915630883&amp;postID=4885283262379058463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default/4885283262379058463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default/4885283262379058463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-10-im-back.html' title='Chapter 10: I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Jade Murry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342771835434574512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11749771630777066230'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181086133915630883.post-6726249847640347888</id><published>2009-01-18T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:30:00.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 9: The Princess Dosn't Stand a Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4ZCq1xv9X8/SXQASIPyHAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/nW1k4ixnwzc/s1600-h/2006-brunette-updo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292855773518502914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4ZCq1xv9X8/SXQASIPyHAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/nW1k4ixnwzc/s320/2006-brunette-updo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tour ended for me with 3 stops still left on the tour. Disney said I needed to "rest." Which really meant I was sent to Orlando Flordia to get my act together. Get over Nick. Do some publicity stuff and meet and greets and once again become a new and improved cute disney princess. The act that pushed them to the edge was the dying of my plantium blond hair, a dark brown. Nick loved my hair and I felt the need to destroy anything he loved about me. My gutair was thrown to a homeless man on the streets, my converses auctioned on ebay for more than a thousand dollars a pair. All my dozen of song books were strewn across my hotel room the night after I didn't come onstage. I just sat in the same dressing room and cried, people beged me to come out. They threatened me through the locked door that I would lose everything. That my family would lose everything. Didn't they know that I'd already lost everything? That this was just the numb shell of a life-less person stubling through a fantasy life. Everyone tried to convince me to come out, except the one that could either make me want kill myself or make me want to jump into his arms. They threatended me with worthless threats. I was a face of disney even if they dropped me I would still be famous. And if they dropped me I would just have to carter to someone eles's demands. They broke the lock and thats when Disney sent me to "rest." I didn't want to talk to the thepests they forced on me. I don't want to talk about the billions of things that are wrong about my life and I don't want someone pointing out what they think are perks when they have no experience with these "perks" to begin with. I had lost weight because I didn't feel like eating. Nick always loved that I was a size 1-2 and I was slipping fast into a 0. They keep telling me it wasn't healthy but I saw that in their eyes they were happy I was getting skinner. Being skinny ment I could fit into costumes better and just make people feel worse about themselves so they buy magazines to read more about me, I can just see the headline. "Jade Murry the thought to be anoroxic teen superstar going crazy over breakup with long term boyfriend Nick Jonas." Great even thinking his name makes me want to hit something or go take nude photos and post them on the web just to feel apreciated again. I'm right back at square one, the same way Miley was. I made the same mistakes she did, almost exactuly. And didn't I always think I was better than her? Well now shes the Queen and I'm just a princess that dosn't stand a chance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I won't post the next chapter untill I get one comment at LEAST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Jade Murry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181086133915630883-6726249847640347888?l=jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/feeds/6726249847640347888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181086133915630883&amp;postID=6726249847640347888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default/6726249847640347888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default/6726249847640347888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-9-princess-dosnt-stand-chance.html' title='Chapter 9: The Princess Dosn&apos;t Stand a Chance'/><author><name>Jade Murry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342771835434574512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11749771630777066230'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4ZCq1xv9X8/SXQASIPyHAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/nW1k4ixnwzc/s72-c/2006-brunette-updo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181086133915630883.post-3305605115382888700</id><published>2009-01-14T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:02:56.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Me that Shouldn't Be Loved</title><content type='html'>I couldn't take it back. It hung there. Dangled in the air, just taunting me. The slience settled on Nick and weighed him down. It was horrid to watch, him collapse on the inside. His eyes filling up with water making those eyes of his turn into liquid chocolete. His hurt, his angish, my feelings so twisted and masked by anger I felt nothing. Nothing. For three minunets my words chained him to the ground, unmoving, unmasked. He was the Nick I had always wanted to know. The person hidden in all those publicity pictures and funny comments. But never had I imagined I'd see him a broken man. Never had I imagined that I would be the one slowly breaking him till he snaped in half. The fights all increasing. Each time it's random and it's always me. Me who jumps to the wrong conclusion. Me who came to his bedroom. Me who was caught cheating on him by the press. ME WHO TOLD HIM I NEVER CARED ABOUT HIM! It's always ME! The person who the magazines always say is so humble is nothing but a bitch who thinks everything needs to revolve around her. Nick is too good for this. He shouldn't love me. No one should love me. My parents don't. Max dosn't. Mitchel dosn't. And Nick....shouldn't either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181086133915630883-3305605115382888700?l=jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/feeds/3305605115382888700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181086133915630883&amp;postID=3305605115382888700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default/3305605115382888700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default/3305605115382888700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-me-that-shouldnt-be-loved.html' title='It&apos;s Me that Shouldn&apos;t Be Loved'/><author><name>Jade Murry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342771835434574512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11749771630777066230'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181086133915630883.post-6036625608377107162</id><published>2008-12-28T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T17:16:55.261-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jade murry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nick'/><title type='text'>Anger Makes Us do Stupid Things</title><content type='html'>I'm mad at everyone. My brother for just announcing to all of America that not only is his band Metro Station Touring with Me on MY summer tour but that he though my boyfriend was a jerk. My mother for deciding to pertend to care about me by sending me a "care package" composed of all things "Smile Bright" her new publicity client apperently, along with a letter saying how she hoped I would wear these things and think of her. I'm angry about letting everything get to me. I'm angry at Mitchel for never talking to me. I'm mad about how Joe is so ungreatful for Crissy. And I'm angry at Elisa and Kevin for having such a perfect relationship. I'm angry at my parents living in seperate citys and seperate houses and how they never talk and how they aren't even united by loving their kids because they DON'T! I'm angry at how Crissy hasn't emailed me back in a week and how Elisa is in Canada shooting a movie. I'm angry because I can't even trust Selena anymore and how Demi likes Selena more than me. I'm angry that supposally I have the most perfect boyfriend in the world and I hardly ever get to see him when I'm not on stage. I'm angry about how everyone's always telling me what to wear. And about how I hardly get any sleep and never have time to study and how everyone is trying to sell me off as some Platium Blond avertising board; WHEN I AM NOT!&lt;br /&gt;"Jade?" asks someone though the dressing room door, I'm so angry I can't even reconize the voice.&lt;br /&gt;"Go Away!" I say hunched up in a conor desprete for some alone time.&lt;br /&gt;Nick walks in, paying no attition to my pleas for being alone. And suddenly once again I'm mad at him. More mad then I have ever been mad at someone.&lt;br /&gt;"Sweet just talk to me" he says walking nearer to me, caustiously.&lt;br /&gt;I expload. "Leave me alone. I hate you!"&lt;br /&gt;My words hung in the air and Nick froze. I saw the hurt come into his brown eyes and the livliness drain away. I wanted to take back what I said but I knew there was no way I could make those words disapear. So they hung there, suspended in the air. Tangled in a web of emotions and relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Nick let one word slip from his mouth, like a whisper "Jade." The anger in me had not died though, some insane force had taken over my mind. I wanted to hurt him, to make him feel the pain I was feeling. Like as in hurting him would make the pain better or go away.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care about you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181086133915630883-6036625608377107162?l=jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/feeds/6036625608377107162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181086133915630883&amp;postID=6036625608377107162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default/6036625608377107162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default/6036625608377107162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/2008/12/anger-makes-us-do-stupid-things.html' title='Anger Makes Us do Stupid Things'/><author><name>Jade Murry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342771835434574512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11749771630777066230'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181086133915630883.post-4556435639021644854</id><published>2008-12-14T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T18:30:05.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 6: Wedding Dress Perfect</title><content type='html'>So it pays to be perfect. So perfect that if a eyebrow hair is out of place someone plucks it for you. Perfect as in no one can ever take a bad picture of you and publish it because they will get sued. Perfect as in your record topping the charts and your hotel rooms always having a note signed by the owner saying he hopes you enjoy your stay.  Perfect as in you find your self flipping though wedding catologes aimlessly looking at the pretty white dresses that would look amazing even with the platinum blonde hair. Perfect as in you would be killed by Jonas Brother Fans that would disapove of you ever marrying the youngest jonas brother at 15. By the way is it even illegal to get married at 16? Maybe in canada? I shouldn't even be thinking of this, I should be concentrating on what the lighting director is telling me about the lights for the concert tonight. But all I can think about is the glint of the promise ring on my hand and the curly head I see practing on the stage 100 feet below.&lt;br /&gt;"Jade? Do you understand?" "Yes, yes of course." I stutter in reply. If the lighting guy wasn't in tottal love with me he might of had the decency to roll his eyes at my lastluster response, insted he just went. "Oh okay do you want me to go over it again?" "No it's okay I'll just see you later." I say struglling to make my way of the catwalk and down the winding steps in the high heels that Tiffany insisted on this morning. I miss my converses. I made my way to the stage carefully trying not to interupt resheral.  But much like I am with Nick, Nick immedally stoped singing and gaped at me as soon as I smiled at him. &lt;br /&gt;"Jade do you feel the need to interupt us?" asks Joe smilling as in a jokey way but his eyes turing to stone. He's been a little cold to me ever since I outright told him I didn't like him as more then a friend. Which again is just awkward!&lt;br /&gt;"Do you mind if I borrow Nick for just like maybe an hour? Please?" I say to the tour director. "Fine the set was almost finshed any way." "Thanks!" I say direting my 100 watt smile at the director and saving a special one for Nick.&lt;br /&gt;"Just you two lovebirds go." Said Joe still smiling like he was joking but the cold edge not abstant from his tone.&lt;br /&gt;"So you wanted to spend some alone time?" Says Nick pressing against me as soon as we made it to my abandoned dressing room. It was hard to resiste him when he was like this but there was a reason I needed him. "Um...can you please stand with me in the meet and greet?" I say grabbing his hand and squezzing it and putting on my puppy dog face. "I'll love you forever and ever!" He laughed and said "Don't you already?" "Maybe..." I said brushing my lips to his the second before the door banged open. Summer had gotten so used to Nick, she now acts like he isn't even there. "Your late for your meet and greet." "I'm comming!" I say brushing my lips against his again. "I'm comming to!" Nick mumbles. "Great..." says Summer in a sarcastic way. Then she reaches for her walkie talkie and screams into it. "Get extra security in Jade's meet and greet, Nick will be there too." Then without pausing she yells at us "Stop making out and get your selfs down there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade Note: Sorrry again for not posting! And if you've stayed thanks for being pacient. I do love love love comments!&lt;br /&gt;-Jade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181086133915630883-4556435639021644854?l=jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/feeds/4556435639021644854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181086133915630883&amp;postID=4556435639021644854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default/4556435639021644854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default/4556435639021644854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-6-wedding-dress-perfect.html' title='Chapter 6: Wedding Dress Perfect'/><author><name>Jade Murry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342771835434574512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11749771630777066230'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181086133915630883.post-6563942778269749982</id><published>2008-12-14T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T18:16:29.290-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jade murry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nick'/><title type='text'>Note from Jade: I"M SO SORRY!</title><content type='html'>NOTE FROM JADE: AHH I'm sorry! I haven't ubdated in months! I'll try to post once a week! I promise. I swear! High school is so busy and I'm so sorry! Maybe I'll get some readers back that I left wondering what was going to happen! Ahh I'm sorry again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181086133915630883-6563942778269749982?l=jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/feeds/6563942778269749982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181086133915630883&amp;postID=6563942778269749982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default/6563942778269749982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default/6563942778269749982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-5-changing.html' title='Note from Jade: I&quot;M SO SORRY!'/><author><name>Jade Murry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342771835434574512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11749771630777066230'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181086133915630883.post-6175218737989379558</id><published>2008-10-15T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:35:16.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5:Tell Me you Love Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I finshed this chapter an hour after the other one but i waited to post it. I usally wait to get a comment on the chapter before. I like to see that people are actully reading. So comment?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Jade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm truly happy for them. I really am. I'm extremely happy that Crissy just flew back to LA with a singing  contract and Elisa with a TV deal. It's really amazing I'm so happy for them I really am. This is all because  of me that one day back when this all started back when we were always together. I can remember all  the details of that day about  months ago. When everything was different…everything….everything's  changed. I don't know what to believe in anymore nothing I had before even matter nothing I believe  anymore matters.  Maybe that's how I found myself outside Nick's hotel room door hours after that  concert where he sang with me. Maybe that would explain how I knocked on his door breathing hard  clad in my pjs. "Jade?" he asked when he opened the door surprised as he wiped the gunk out of his  eyes. I didn't say anything just slid into the dark room and onto his hotel bed. "Jade what's the matter?  Is it about the concert and earlier because I just want you to know-" "Promise me something." I said  picking at my rings. "That this ring you gave me isn't some meaningless gesture." "Jade it's not." says  Nick appalled.  "You really mean it still?" I added staring at him under the mask of darkness. "I always  will" says Nick inching closer to me. "Nick?" I ask falling back on the bed. "What Jade?"  then realizing  what I had been getting at. "Oh…" he said as he laid down next to me on the queen size bed. Then he  reached over and suddenly he was on top of me and we were making out.  It used to be that when we  kissed it was always carefully like I was a daisy easily broken, easily scared. There was never a sense of  urgency when we kissed it was always slow and sweet like honey coming out of a bottle. Now there was.  A ripe passion that erupted from our hormones unlike anything…I've ever felt. I wanted him so badly it  was like our lips couldn't move fast enough and our bodies merged together. We reached a point where  it was proceeding fast to second, really fast. Suddenly for me it was if the passion just stopped and I saw  that everything was going way to fast, like I was on a train and I couldn't stop it. "Um Nick?" I gasp as I  struggle to fight my mouth away from his. "What?" he says as he continues to kiss me all over my face  and neck. "Um this is weird." Your right he said stopping the random kissing but still on top of me. "It's  just you look so hot." "Um Nick…" I said again rolling out from underneath him to next to him on the  bed. "It's Jade here. Its just weird there's no one else in this room, that themes no press hiding out to  get us, no parents, no anything. Just you and me in a random hotel room if we…went all the way no one  would know. No one It would be our secret. It's scary." I say more to my self then to him laying next to  each other so close we can hear each others hearts beating and the faint mechanical buzz of our insulin  pumps. Nick turns over to face me, following him I turn over too so that were facing each other. "Listen I  do love you Jade. You know that." "I know." I say. "In fact I wish so much that I could marry you, so that  the press would drop it and go away." "You…would marry me?" I stutter wondering if I would marry him  too. And then thinking of what comes after marriage. "Jade…what about your parents?" "My parents  couldn't care less about me. You know that Nick. They care about embracing my fame, nothing else  matters." Then after thinking for a moment I say "Max too." "We've changed a lot since we first met."  Nick says reaching over and playing with my hair. Without thinking I blurt out "Where you seeing Miley  when we first met?" This question had been building up in me forever it felt god to be let out but not  good to see his eyes widen at the question. "Yes…" he says after a while. I feels so surely to be talking so  calmly and rationally not caring about the answers that have shaped our lives. "I got a song for you I just  wrote it like an hour ago it's not finished but yeah." "Okay." "So many pictures that frame me so many  people that tell me what to do. But you’re the only one I listen to. You the one that matter most to me  the one that sees the real me. If I lost you it would be the end of me. You’re the voice I hear when the  stars are out. The only that can tell when I'm, worn out. Our love's like a movie off and on but you know  that you love me.  Oh oo ooo movie, when I'm lost you find me and tell me that I'm your perfect girl, you  took me and showed me your world. Things have happened and things have changed and lately our love  has gotten rearranged. Just tell me you love me, tell me you care, tell me this means something and that  your still scared. Tell me you love me so I know that your never going to let me go. Just tell me, tell me!  Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Tell me you care. Tell me you love me. Tell me I'm equal to you like I dreamed  you do. Please just…please just…tell me you love me so we can continue this movie. " Nick stared at me for a second and then said "Happy Valientines day."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181086133915630883-6175218737989379558?l=jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/feeds/6175218737989379558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181086133915630883&amp;postID=6175218737989379558' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default/6175218737989379558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default/6175218737989379558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/2008/10/chapter-5tell-me-you-love-me.html' title='Chapter 5:Tell Me you Love Me'/><author><name>Jade Murry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342771835434574512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11749771630777066230'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181086133915630883.post-3589641227798795709</id><published>2008-09-23T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T18:38:29.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4: Singing on Stage</title><content type='html'>"Hey guys!" I say to a sold out audience of what must have been 14,000 at the very least. "This is usually when I play my second song 'Stand Up' ,but I just wrote a new song do you guys want to hear it?" Screams of 'Yes!' fill the stadium. "Okay…Okay it's called Metaphorically and it's about…a guy that says he will never hurt you but then walks out of your life…metaphorically…well okay. Ready? And a one, two, three, four." The band kicks up and I wait for my cue. "You always told me you would never hurt me…but you did. You said nothing could keep us apart but then someone did. Then you walked out of my life and shut the door never wanting to see me again till the very next day. Well at least it's only metaphorically. You said I didn't know who you were and that would never change. If you knew how much I gave so we could make this exchange. Oh oh oh! I would ride to the ends of the earth just so I could hear your voice. I would spend hours thinking about your touch. I would kill myself just to hear that you love me. Well at least metaphorically." Suddenly the screams got even louder so loud in fact it seemed to reach hysteria the same way they scream when a Jonas comes on stage. I glanced up to the middle platform and there was Nick Jonas. Not knowing what to do I continue singing. "You said it's not about me it's not about you, it's about us. I trying to save both of us and then you said goodbye. And blamed it on one guy but I'll blame it on you. Because you didn't stay true to me. At least metaphorically." "What gives you the absolute right to judge me." I stare at Nick as he sings as he comes down the platform. I sing again trying to stay on track with the song. "You shut the door on me." Nick comes in again. "I was just trying to save what was left of us." sings Nick coming toward me. "Don't talk to me" I sing not believing he's onstage defying all the technical producers, the band, Disney, his brothers, and Me. "You can' stop me please just listen." "I'm done listening." I singing loudly. "You always told me you would never hurt me and now your dragging it on." "So so sorry!" "Metaphorically." "Metaphorically." Then  ending up on the top platform together for the last note facing each other "Metaphorically." And then without meaning too I hugged him, the kind of hug that looked like I fell into his arms and decided to stay there. The guy on drums hit a loud cymbal to get up to break apart, which once we realized what we were doing we jumped away from each other adverting our eyes back to the audience. "Nick Jonas everybody!" I say sweeping my hand in a dramatic motion toward him. He gives me a look that says 'Yes that happened I do care about you'. Then he takes his mic and says "Jade Murry Everyone. Jade Murry." Then he walks off to backstage. While his manger yells at him he turns back to smile at me, the kind of smile that causes me to drop my mic and miss half of a refrain to my own song. Oh God I have a crazy kinda crush on my ex-boyfriend I blame Demi she always said we were solo mates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181086133915630883-3589641227798795709?l=jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/feeds/3589641227798795709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181086133915630883&amp;postID=3589641227798795709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default/3589641227798795709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default/3589641227798795709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/2008/09/chapter-4-singing-on-stage.html' title='Chapter 4: Singing on Stage'/><author><name>Jade Murry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342771835434574512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11749771630777066230'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181086133915630883.post-6074034186699188984</id><published>2008-09-19T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T08:44:07.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3: Video Girl</title><content type='html'>"Hey Jade want to here a new song were working on?" Kevin asks smiling at me, not noticing Nick starting at him mouthing 'No' and Joe staring at him eyes wide.  Kevin taking my staring at him as a 'yes' starts strumming his guitar. I sink in to a couch opposite them looking from Nick to Joe to Kevin and then back to Nick in a continuous pattern, then Joe begins to sing lyrics that I know, somehow I know, that they came from Nick's songbook. "You just don't know what happening behind your back. Through closed doors I hope this will take you back. I know….it's time to tell you what's been happening behind you back…time for you to know. Know..know…know. Behind you back. I'm sorry for the things I've done it meant so much to me. Sorry you had to be on the receiving end of my glee. Sorry  couldn't tell when the time was right. But me and your best friend were making out all night-"I didn't even notice I was on my feet till I yelled "Nick I hate you!" It was the kind of burst that you had no idea that was going to come out of your mouth till it did. The kind of burst that made you realize that at that moment it was absolutely true. Kevin and Joe's mouth dropped open and Nick finally looked me in the eyes. The eyes that  no longer looked like melted dark chocolate to me, instead they looked like dark cold brown steel welded beneath each of the two eye sockets.  "Um okay um oh look….I better go check my guitar, Joe come on." They both awkwardly walk out of the room as Nick and me stare down one another. "Nick how dare you." I say breaking the cold thick glass of silence that engulfed the room since Kevin and Joe left. "How dare me? Are you kidding me." says Nick looking at the bare blank wall. "No Nick I'm not kidding you. Why do you keep doing this to me." "To you?" asks Nick turning back to look at me. "You are such a video girl." "So I'm your infamous video girl now aren't I Nick. I rocked your world for about two seconds so the last 4 months has been nothing to you." Before Nick turned away again I saw a change in his facial features, a  sudden quick change, where his eyes melted just a bit and filled with tears, and I could see regret in his eyes and something that showed that once again he wanted to hold me but he couldn't like something again was stopping him. But it was only a quick glimpse and once again he was turned away from facing a wall. "Just go Jade" he says struggling to keep his voice level. The first time I didn't push it but now I'm so done with this I'm so tired with people pretending about who they are or how they feel. "Do you love her?" I ask defiantly. "What?" he asks the wall knowing very well what I've spoken but buying him time to find an answer. "Do you love her?" I say again hiccupping at the end from pure emotion. He stays silent.  "I though maybe just maybe I had the right to know why you would cheat on my with my best friend. " I say louder than I needed too. "If you expect me to cry again about how your breaking my heart then maybe we were never a good match in the first place. I've spent too many hours crying over you.  You know what Nick? I've been through hell for you. If it wasn't for you I would be back in LA probably in Math class trying to figure out if x equals y squared.  Then I would go out to lunch with Crissy and Elisa and maybe go buy some cds after school.  You changed my life and I can never go back to that, don't you understand? Never. Don't tell me I'm a video girl I never asked for this fame I never…never mind. But I can see that you care, Nick. I know you do and facing a wall isn't helping anyone. "Nick turns around and looks at me. "My publisher wants me to seem like I'm not dating anyone right now, epically you.  After those pictures ran a lot of fans parents got scared off, which means an decrease in sale, and with Miley's internet scandals there's just no room for dating in the Disney company.  Disney threatened to drop both of us if any relationship between us continued going on. I don't know what you saw between Selly and Me but I think you misunderstood somehow.  I love you Jade a lot but I have to do what's best for me and the band ,and for you. " And with that he walked out of the room and out of my life, well metaphoraly at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181086133915630883-6074034186699188984?l=jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/feeds/6074034186699188984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181086133915630883&amp;postID=6074034186699188984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default/6074034186699188984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default/6074034186699188984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/2008/09/chapter-3-video-girl.html' title='Chapter 3: Video Girl'/><author><name>Jade Murry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342771835434574512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11749771630777066230'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181086133915630883.post-7689571022431767666</id><published>2008-09-16T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:04:23.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3: Jade do ya feel the same way?</title><content type='html'>It's been happening all day. 'Here Jade let me get the door for you.' 'Here Jade let me get that.' or my fave 'Oh Jade you don't have to do your set again for sound check we already know your perfect.' Okay well....it's weird. Crissy, Elisa, and Demi have gone back to the hotel claiming that they want to 'rest up for the concert.' In realtiy I think there just tried of all the guys fanning over me, and when I say all I mean all ,jonas included. Selena's stitting with me in my dressing room trying not to laught when some random guys that apperently are in the crew come and introduce themselves to me. Joe pokes his head in. "Hello? Anyone in here?" Me and Selly give each other eye rolling looks since we know he sees us beacause this place is mirrored on all sides. "Yes." We say in unison trying to close the Jonas Brothers Fan. Com Email we had been sending, before Joe could accuse of of sending strange info about him to the press, because thats not what we were doing...."Listen Selly...can I talk to Jade a minuet?" Selly gives me a look that says 'Huh? What could he want?' I shoot her a 'I don't know' glance and Selly nods and walks out of the room. "What Joe?" I ask as he sits down next to me on the dressing room loveseat, real close. "What?" he asks looking me in the eyes...which is creppy since his eyes are only like 6 inches away. "Um..." I glance away looking down at my mac book. "OJDGIRL says she loves you." I say recating a random comment while keeping my eyes set firmly on my macbook. "Thats nick....Jade look at me." I look up slowly and then glance back down. "Jade it's okay I feel the exact way." "You do?" I ask suprised not knowing if he's talking about my hair, my outfit, my love of starberry smothies, or my strong stand against using different garbage bags to cover our amps at every show.  "Yes I do." Then he leans forward which is a little too close for me and sends me sprawling to the ground and my macbook landing in a not very good postion, which is too say I might need to get it preared. "Joe...are you...hitting on me?" I ask atonsished while I pick myself up off the ground and smooth back my hair, leaving my macbook in it's grave postion. "Jade...I...-" "-Save it!" I yell running out of there to find Nick. "Have you seen Nick?" I ask one of the techies who just stares at me. "Okay nevermind...thanks alot." I say pushing past him and running into Mandy. "Gosh Jade what happened to you?" "Mandy...just...where is Nick?" I ask getting flutered and frustrated. "He's over on stage right but Ja-" I don't let her finsh I race to find Nick to tell him to protect me to tell me that it's okay. To tell me Joe was just joking to tell me anything that would make me feel better. While I'm walking I see a montoir that cautches my eye. It's one that shows 8 different screens; four of the stage and four of the backstage area which include lights/sound/and two backstage areas. The stage left one cautches my eye thats deffiantly Selena's shirt in the blurry image I know because she had been complaining all day that she though it wasn't really the color blue for her...but whos the guy with the matching blue shirt. Had anyone had matching clothes to Selly I hadn't really paid much atteition to peoples clothes I had been more focused on mine and my proablems but maybe I'll just head to stage left and take a peek at who she could possibly be kissing. It takes me a good 20 minunets to get over to stage left from stage right and as I open the door I don't belive what I see. Not two people kissing but three people starting back at me. One curious, the other pleading, and one who can't seem to look me in the eyes, and the one that can't look me in the eyes is wearing a blue shirt and my matching dogtag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181086133915630883-7689571022431767666?l=jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/feeds/7689571022431767666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181086133915630883&amp;postID=7689571022431767666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default/7689571022431767666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default/7689571022431767666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/2008/09/chapter-3-jade-do-ya-feel-same-way.html' title='Chapter 3: Jade do ya feel the same way?'/><author><name>Jade Murry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342771835434574512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11749771630777066230'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181086133915630883.post-142259388048384813</id><published>2008-09-11T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T19:58:57.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2: Victoria has a sercert...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sorry guys the last week has been really insane I went to the Last Jonas Brothers Buring Up tour and then one of my videos of Joe dressing as a sumo wrestler was put on Jonas BrothersFan.COM and got tons of views and I've been making remake videos and I've been editing and then school work and writing songs and IT"S BEEN CRAZY! As of now I will try and daily ubdate! OKAY?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Nick's reaction when I walked in the door to the backstage area pretty much sums up my entire day "What in the hell happened to you?" Thus causing everyone of the techies, Crissy and Elisa, Joe and Kevin, Selena and Demi, and Mr. and Mrs. Jonas to turn around a gape at me and my platium blond locks. Okay well maybe Nick wasn't even noticing the hair um....awakward...I hate Victoria Sercert I mean it! I really truly do! "What happened to your hair?" asks Demi coming close to me and lifting some up as if testing to see if it's not just a wig. "Tiffany is what happened to my hair." I mumble as I cautch a glimse of myself in the stage light reflection, I look like a sold-out popstar at least it matches my feelings. I'm not the kinda girl that I see starting back at me through the Million dollar light's reflection. I'm not the kinda girl that goes shopping for underware or patterend bras or wears low cut shirts or dyes her hair platium blonde, thats not me, it's never been me before. I looked around at everyones stunned faces and gaping mouths and felt like I was falling head first into a pit of dispare. And with out warning I started to sob because no matter how much I had wanted this I never truly knew how much I would have to scrafice. Singing the songs the record company wants, looking like what the company wants me to look like, acting like the record company wants me to act, it's to much. I can't belive what they want me to belive I can't be their little pop solider yet I have to be. "Jade whats wrong?" says Crissy, Elisa, Selly, and Demi rushing over to me. "What do you thinks wrong I don't even look like myself!" "You look hot!" says Joe still gaping at me. Even though I know 2 people that would love to kill him right this second they don't cause there more concered about me. I should be too but I can't get over the fact the Nick is still gazing at me strangly in a way that nobody really has before and Kevin and Joe are too. It's really strange though because the 21 year old light hanger is too and the post graduate sound intern...what is happening? And please please tell me I can blame Victoria Sercert!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181086133915630883-142259388048384813?l=jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/feeds/142259388048384813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181086133915630883&amp;postID=142259388048384813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default/142259388048384813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default/142259388048384813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/2008/09/chapter-2-victoria-has-sercert.html' title='Chapter 2: Victoria has a sercert...'/><author><name>Jade Murry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342771835434574512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11749771630777066230'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181086133915630883.post-6494499869854401426</id><published>2008-09-03T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:20:34.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UBDATE ON MY BOOK EDITING!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys I would love to say that I will continue my fanfiction so you could get an ending and everything....but I'm sorry. I've got no feedback in a while from any of my fave commenters + School + I'm actully editing the book for publishing. Which means the stroy line will have less names and logos in it :&lt;br /&gt;'Hannah Montana' becomes 'Two Sided'&lt;br /&gt;Mitchel = Josh&lt;br /&gt;Miley = Riley&lt;br /&gt;Best of Both Worlds Tour = Two Sided in Concert Tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love you guys so much! And if I ever get it published you'll be the first to know! Who knows maybe my most rabid commenters might get a special dedication? Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I love you all and don't worry my story goes on. I'll try and post a new chapter when ever I get around to it. I'm going to be real busy editing the first book which at the speed I'm going will take about a month or two.&lt;br /&gt;I actully have a story line about where this fan fiction ends so yeah wait for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can reach me on AIM: howdytex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email: &lt;a href="mailto:howdytex2@aol.com"&gt;howdytex2@aol.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Justin.tv : popgirl100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to hearing from you. Also if you would like to recive ubdates on how I'm doing on the book just send me a quick email that you'd like to recive ubdates! Oh and CANDA rocks! Also if OJDGirl is reading are you going to one of the flordia concerts? Just wondering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181086133915630883-6494499869854401426?l=jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/feeds/6494499869854401426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181086133915630883&amp;postID=6494499869854401426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default/6494499869854401426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default/6494499869854401426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/2008/09/ubdate-on-my-book-editing.html' title='UBDATE ON MY BOOK EDITING!'/><author><name>Jade Murry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342771835434574512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11749771630777066230'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181086133915630883.post-3648449838527401371</id><published>2008-08-29T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T18:00:32.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1: Shades of Platium</title><content type='html'>My hair dirty blonde hair is now platium blonde. And for the first time in my life I feel like Miley Cyrus. Strange I know. But I look like freaking Hannnah Montana. Disney thought it was time for me to really become one of their 'stars.' And apperently Disney Stars each have an image. And apperantly Disney dosn't have an platium blond stars which is how I have ended up with Platium Blonde hair and a wardrobe and hair assistant. Last Night I had dirty blonde hair and wore jeans and a desiger t-shirt, now it's all about the bling. Tiffany, my 'wardrobe assistant', flew into Las Vegas and preceeded to my hotel with 5 bags filled with clothes for my 'everyday wear'. She came into my hotel room at 6 am Las Vegas time and proceded to throw out anything she deemed inappropite for a Disney teen popstar. This included all my raggey pajamas which she replaced with slik boyshorts and laced tanktops, that just dripped with designer names. Then procedding to my jeans she threw out all the ones either ripped, in a light wash, or that didn't have a designer name. And then contiuned to replace them with more designer names. This whole time I felt like I was in an episode of 'What Not to Wear' Popstar edition. I kept screaming at her to stop but she irrored me moving on to my shirts which mostly stayed the same just with a bunch more shirts added in. The worst part I would have to say was when she opened one of the smaller bags  and suddenly a bunch of pink slik spilled out. "Oh no." I said backing against the wall staring in horror at the PINK things spilling out of the bag. "These things will help enchane your girls and make you feel better about yourself." says Tiffany calmly taking them out of their bag and seting them on my hotel bed. "I do not want new bras and underwear I like mine, there fine." I said sternly already knowing that there will proabley not be anything I could do to win this argument. "Popstars don't wear underware from target." says Tiffany packing my suitcases neatly with the questionable objects. "Now here's your oufit for today. Summer has informed me that you will be conducting a radio interview and will be attending one of the shows here for publictiy. Then you will have sound check and the concert." says Tiffany laying out a white designer shirt with a red belt and red pants. Then matching it with white converses and a big bag. It seems like something Miley would wear. And I hated it. I hate that Disney is making me a Miley clone and I hate that the whole world will always compare me to her. Oh and Tiffany if only i had the power to fire her....if only the power rested in me. Seriously I don't want a Vicortia Sercert bra as a B there'll make me either look like a A or a C and trust me either one, preteens don't want to see. It seems so packed and processed when am I going to see Nick today? What about tommarow? What about in three months when I do a solo headlining tour? What then? Whats ahead? I wish I could see. If only...If only I could see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181086133915630883-3648449838527401371?l=jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/feeds/3648449838527401371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181086133915630883&amp;postID=3648449838527401371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default/3648449838527401371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default/3648449838527401371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/2008/08/chapter-1-shades-of-platium.html' title='Chapter 1: Shades of Platium'/><author><name>Jade Murry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342771835434574512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11749771630777066230'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181086133915630883.post-1963439712593573663</id><published>2008-08-28T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:34:58.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Book! Jade's Story Book 3:Tell Me That You Love Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4ZCq1xv9X8/SLdECkCW7TI/AAAAAAAAAHY/WjPCW66kopM/s1600-h/LURA2OCAH1VN5NCAZP1LRRCA8IVRVUCA3X7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239731502292856114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4ZCq1xv9X8/SLdECkCW7TI/AAAAAAAAAHY/WjPCW66kopM/s320/LURA2OCAH1VN5NCAZP1LRRCA8IVRVUCA3X7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the third book of the series Jade's now on the When You Look Me in The Eyes tour and since she and Nick are togather 24-7 they will be closer than ever without even Miley to stand in their way! You'd think. But it seems that everyone is trying to pull them apart. It's not like last time. It time for the real ball game. Where everyone crizies everything you do and say. Where everyone serectly hates you and serectly loves you. Where everyone wants to be you and you have a whole website dedactited to your boobs. Everything has steped up a notch. It's fame time. Are you ready? Is Jade ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the First Book &lt;a href="http://jonasbrotherfanfictionjadesstory.blogspot.com/" _extended="true"&gt;here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Second Book &lt;a href="http://jadesstoryaloneajonasfanfiction.blogspot.com/" _extended="true"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO BE SURE TO LOOK AT THE NEW PICTURES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Jade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181086133915630883-1963439712593573663?l=jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/feeds/1963439712593573663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181086133915630883&amp;postID=1963439712593573663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default/1963439712593573663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181086133915630883/posts/default/1963439712593573663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadesstorybookthreetellmethatyoulovem.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-book-jades-story-book-3tell-me-that.html' title='New Book! 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