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    A short

    Posted by Brightman on February 11, 2008, 1:50 am
    76.118.197.X

    Ashlee Simpson is down and out.

    John Brightman stops to acknowledge Ashlee Simpson.

    John Brightman lets Ashlee Simpson come with home.

    Ashlee Simpson has disbalanced memory.

    [[John Brightman and Ashlee Simpson were together before. Ashlee Simpson doesn't even remember.]]

    John Brightman: We went out before you know?

    Ashlee Simpson: How did it go?

    John Brightman: We talked. We liked each other. Infact we kissed after 15 minutes of been together. We kissed.

    Ashlee Simpson: Like a snap kiss?

    John Brightman: No. We kissed. Maybe two minutes.

    Ashlee Simpson: I don't remember.

    John Brightman: I am convinced, that you don't recall, but, I am telling you the truth.

    Ashlee Simpson:...
    _______________________________________________
    [[The more that Ashlee is with John, the more attach she becomes to him. But there is a problem. Outside in the streets.]]
    _____________________________________________

    Gangster-Bum: Yo dog, where Ashlee yo?

    Hardcore Homeless: Yo, I don'tz know.

    Prison-released: I'm back. Is good to be out yo.

    Gangster-Bum: AAAAH. My nigga.

    Prison-released: Let me tell you something. Okay. Life is serious. Okay. You can't-you can't just be in the streets doing stupid shit. Stupid shit gets you in jail yo. Life is serious. You mothe fu cke rs need to start acting serious about life. Or else you will be bums yo. You think everything is a joke. but is not.

    Hard-core homeless: Uh?-Um, we are bums.

    Prison released:?Oh. Yeah...Hahahahaha. Ooops.

    ((can you say check yourself and correct yourself? ))[[Anyway, back to where its better]]

    Ashlee Simpson: Are you going to help me out? In life?

    John Brightman: I can't help you. I would like to be someone who is there for you?

    [[Ashlee Simpson walks to John and gives him a snap kiss.]]

    Ashlee Simpson: I'll be your roommate. I'll be back.

    John Brightman: Wait. Here. Take these keys. I might be asleep.

    Ashlee simpson: Oh. Thank you John. I'll be back.
    _________________________________________________

    [[But Ashlee makes that same stupid mistake.]]

    Prisoner-released: HOLY SHIT! A WHITE WOMEN! I can't believe it!...Yo! White skin! Holy shit!.....

    Hardcore Homeless: Yo! If a white women told me to kill my black mamma, I will do it!....

    Ashlee Simpson: Hey guys.

    Gangster Bum: Yo Ashlee, youz gots to go make that money! Go make that money,

    Ashlee Simpson: I'm going to change my life around. I'm all set. I have a new boyfriend now.

    Gangster-Bum: The hell you do. You better go make that money. Or I will punch you in the fcae like I did last time yo.

    Ashlee Simpson: Okay, don't hit me.

    Prisoner-released: Yo Ashlee, let me tell you something. Life is not about falling in love. I mean, the white man, jealous of the black man. Always keeping the black man down. Shit, life is serious. You can't just be prostituting out there. You have to know what you are doing...You don't want to do some stupid shit and then go to jail for it. I been to the gutter in prison. Shit..I ain'tz no sucker...You know, I did my time. I ain't scared. I ain't scared...
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    [[An hour later, Ashlee comes back home to safety to where John Brightman is. She sees John and gives him a hug.]]

    John Brightman: Ashlee. Hi....Your okay?

    Ashlee Simpson: Yes. Happy to see you. Thank you for letting me in your place.

    John Brightman: Don't mention it.

    Ashlee Simspon: .....Yo John, Life is not a joke. Life is seroius. You can't just do stupid shit and then not act about....

    John Brightman: Ah shit.....Ashlee! Ashlee!

    Ashlee Simpson: HUh? Wha? Why are you grabbing me like that?

    John Brightman: Don't talk like that.......Don't think like that....Don't tell me what someone from the outside wants you to think like. Please..Trust me.

    Ashlee Simpsongasp)(gasp)(gasp).....Okay.

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