this is why I fucking love Ryan

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Doesn’t matter if this doen’t suit your blogstyle or if your don’t live in Australia or New Zealand. Reblog as a sign of respect to those who volunteered for the war.

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Anonymous said: How much do you weigh?

I think weight is irrelevant, really. It’s just another number to define ourselves and I think it should be more about being fit and healthy than being ‘skinny’. Plus I think it’s a bit of a rude question to ask if I’m being honest.

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dankanter: #tbt writing Be Alright on the beach in Bali exactly 3 years ago today. #timeflies

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They’re in LA :))))

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Anonymous said: Do you still take requests for one shots

Not really, sorry :) I would take the request but I probably wouldn’t get around to writing it I’m sorry xxxx

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Anonymous said: will you be finishing WOS and Time? please say yes!

Once the new story is finished I will definitely have a look at them and see what I can do :)

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In Hiding (Part 1)

Selena’s POV:

I sat in the car just watching the white clouds drift by without a care in the world. Free and untroubled. They had the life I wish I had. I did have that once but now everything was fucked up. Everything had changed so drastically, a whole life ripped away in the blink of an eye and now there was a constant string in my heart that always seemed to get stuck in my chest.

"Why couldn’t I stay in the US?" I asked as we drove along an empty street; houses starting to come into view.

"You’ll be safe here, Alex," Agent Flaire stated completely ignoring my question as I watched all the white picket fences drift by.

"Will you stop calling me Alex? My name is Selena and my fucking parents just got murdered" I exclaimed as I felt tears rush to the corners of my eyes. I looked up at the roof and tried to blink them back, I’d been doing that a lot lately.

"We’ve been over this Alex," he began which made me grind my teeth together. "Your name is Alex Russo and you’re from Pennsylvania, you need to leave your old life behind until we can find the people who have done this to your parents"

 ”So it’s okay for the rest of my family to think that I’m dead while I get shipped off to Canada? To do what, protect me? It’s to protect your fucking case because I’m the only person who is alive and can testify” I stated and I could feel my blood boiling. Agent Flaire sighed and pulled over to the side of the road before turning off the car.

"Alex," he started again which made me clench my jaw to stop myself from saying anything ruder than I already had, "this is for your own safety. We both know that these guys are coming after you. Maybe everyone else thinks you’re dead but we’re trying to give you a normal life"

"So I have to change the way I look and the way I dress to start a ‘new life’?" I replied sarcastically and he nodded his head.

"You’re in the Witness Protection Program Alex, you have to change everything. These guys are intelligent and they will find you if we aren’t careful" he informed me and once again I nodded my head and rolled my eyes because I had been schooled for hours and told a million times the exact same sentence.

"I know. No social networking sites, no phones, no going out after curfew, no getting into trouble, no one can know who I am and I ring you if anything suspicious happens. Did I miss anything?" I questioned and he looked down with a small sigh due to how agitated I was becoming. I understood why I needed to do this. I do. But it’s hard, there are so many unanswered questions I have and no one will even give me the time of day to answer them.

"No music, no acting and especially no Spanish" he stated which made my jaw drop.

"They’re the only things I’m good at. How am I supposed to fit in when I can’t even remotely be myself? I’m the one being punished here. My parents are D.E.A.D. I have no one so it doesn’t matter if they find me" I replied as I finally started to cry. "Let them find me" I pleaded. I wanted this to be over. I just wanted to be gone and away from everyone and everything.

"You can save a lot of lives by doing this" he told me as he gently rested his hand on my shoulder, "It’s not just for you but it’s for everyone on their hit list and most importantly for your parents"

I nodded my head as I finally wiped at my tears. I pulled down the sun visor and checked myself in the mirror and I couldn’t even recognize myself. I was wearing little to no make-up and my hair was a light brown with auburn highlights. Old Selena had black hair, purple highlights and a lot of make-up. This wasn’t me. It wasn’t who I was. I was no longer Selena Marie Gomez, daughter to Judge Brian Teefey and Secretary of State, Amanda Teefey. This was Alex Russo, daughter of Jerry and Teresa Russo, deceased. At least that part was true. 

"You slip up we have to move you and that means a new person, personality and identity"

"I get it" I spat back and he gently nodded his head.

"Alright, let’s do this then" he sighed turning the car back on and veering onto the still empty street.

It was only a few minutes later that we arrived and I slowly got out of the car as Agent Flaire went to get my lone suitcase. The house was beautiful. There was no denying it. It was grand and white with a porch and a white picket fence. All of the lights were on downstairs but only one upstairs. The lawn was spacious and well looked after and I knew just by looking at the house that there was no way I was fitting in here.

I could feel myself growing more and more nervous as the seconds ticked by as we approached the door but Agent Flaire placed his hand on my back and it made me feel a little more comfortable. He knocked twice as I stood back from the door a little.

A woman answered the door and a smile immediately grew on her face, “You must be Alex, I’m Andrea” she smiled and I nodded my head, my mouth too dry to actually form words. 

“Mr Flaire from child services” Agent Flaire introduced himself as and I tried to swallow the forming lump in my throat.

"Come in" she smiled and as I went to walk through the door she gave me a hug. I awkwardly returned it before allowing my eyes to search the room. It was beautiful and I guess I got caught up in my thoughts because Andrea was looking at me hopefully.

"Pardon me?" I asked, quickly snapping out of it.

"Are you hungry? Thirsty?" she questioned and I just shook my head.

"No thank you, I’m fine…" I started before pausing and I could see Agent Flaire nodding at me to tell me to say, "Thank you for taking me in"

"You’re more than welcome, Honey" she replied which made me smile. No one had been this hospitable in at least a week. 

"Ayyyyy!" I heard someone yell from somewhere in the house and then came barrelling in 2 guys my age.

"This is my son Ryan and this is his best friend Justin" Andrea introduced us and I gave them a small smile as Ryan smiled like an idiot and Justin offered a small wave obviously sensing how uncomfortable I was; he gave me a sympathetic look. Justin was slightly taller than Ryan but both boys were quite tall for their age and they seemed nice enough.

"We’ll show you around while these two talk" Ryan offered, referring to his Mum and Agent Flaire.

"Thanks" I replied quietly before slowly following after them with my suitcase in tow.

"You’ve only got one suitcase?" Ryan questioned as he bent down to pick it up so he could carry it up the stairs. I didn’t reply, simply just nodded my head. "Don’t girls generally have like 4 bags wherever they go?" he asked with a small laugh.

This is where your acting comes in, I told myself as I tried to remember every detail I needed to. “I lost all of my clothes in the fire and in my parents’ Wills I’m limited to a certain amount of money each week. This was all I could afford” I muttered as the two boys fell awkwardly silent. I knew he was just trying to make conversation and I felt bad but I didn’t want to be here and I just wanted to be alone.

"Uh, here’s your room. I hope it’s okay" Ryan said as he smiled slightly at me.

"Thanks" I replied and he nodded while he and Justin moved to the side so I could go in.

"We’ll leave you to get unpacked" Ryan stated, punching a silent Justin in the arm to tell him to get a move on but he didn’t move when Ryan walked off.

"If you need anything we’re just 2 doors down on your right" he said as he flashed me a smile which made me smile, genuinely.

"Thank you"

"Do you actually say anything other than thank you?" he questioned and if I hadn’t been looking at him I would have taken it the wrong way but by his face I could tell he was joking.

"Yes" I chuckled and he silently fist pumped before turning to walk away which made me laugh a little more.

"Remember, 2 doors down" he reminded me and I nodded my head.

"Thank you" I replied which made the both of us laugh a little.

Once he was gone I slowly started to unpack. This was my new home. This was my new life. I placed my limited clothes on the coat-hangers in the closet before awkwardly sitting on the bed. I watched as Agent Flaire pulled out of the drive-way and speed off into the dark and I sat alone before there was a small knock at my door.

"Are you settling in okay Honey?" Andrea asked and I nodded with a small smile. "I want you to feel welcome here so help yourself and we can talk about rules and things tomorrow" she smiled sweetly which made me smile.

"Thank you Andrea. I really do appreciate it"

"If you need anything then the boys are down the hall and I’m downstairs, Ross should be home in a little bit" she smiled and once again I nodded and gave her a small smile as she left.

I sat alone for a good 15 minutes just watching the street lights flicker every now and then and the odd car go past. It was nothing like Texas. Not at all.

I finally decided to go down to Ryan’s room and I gently knocked on the door before he said “Come in”.

"Uh, hey" I said awkwardly and both Justin and Ryan moved over on his couch to give me some room. I took a seat next to them awkwardly as Justin threw popcorn at Ryan when he pushed play on the game they were playing.

"What?" he asked, immediately pushing pause as he looked at Justin.

"Don’t be a douche, Alex, would you like to play?" Justin asked me and when he called me ‘Alex’ it made my heart ache. I wasn’t Selena anymore. I was Alex and my entire life was a lie. 

"No, it’s okay. I’ll watch" I replied which made Ryan shrug and hit play again.

It means you change everything was the only thing that was running through my mind. I used to play Xbox all the time. I used to love it but if I had to change everything then that really means every little thing. I hate Alex Russo.

Here’s the new story! I hope you liked it and the whole story is set up on a queue to post on Monday’s and Thursdays :)



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