i'll be fine ( nicholas )

[memphis]

AND IT'S SO HARD!
i can't breath, i can't see,
the lines are blurring and i need help.

( TAG nicholas, WORD COUNT six hundred and nineteen, OUTFIT click )

some days it was just too hard for to breath, she couldn't understand why this always happened to her. she was doing perfectly fine last night when she was performing at a small venue and having a blast. she got home quite late as she always did and had her normal eight hours of sleep. when she woke up this morning, she felt terrible, she was finding it hard to breath and her chest was beginning to feel tight. her mother didn't seem to care, as usual, passing it up as she was trying to pull a fast one but that was her mother, hence why she hated her. she had to walk to the hospital herself, taking breaks near enough every few steps so she could catch her breath and not strain her heart. she felt terrible, as if someone had given her a swift drop kick in the heart and no one was there to offer their hand and actually care for her. she wanted to go home to her father, she didn't care if she lost her fame and her record deal, she just wanted to be taken care of because her mother was doing a terrible job at it at the moment.

eventually, she got to the hospital, panting and clutching her chest as she began to feel dizzy and light headed. she guessed this was the best time to do it, not that she had a choice in the way her heart was beating. she felt faint and finally fell to the floor, her heart was beating irregularly and caused an upset in her breathing, hence she collapsed. she had done it before, but her real worry was doing it on stage in front of her fans, she would be sure to scare the high hell out of them. then there was the fact that people would know and there were only four people that knew and that was her mother, her father, her agent and one of her new good friends nicholas. she had become his friend almost instantly, made it easier that he was actually a fan of her music, so it was awesome. she really liked him because he was just sweet and really kind to her, something she had lacked since moving here.

a few moments passed and she was placed into a bed, treated and feeling a little better. her doctor sat with her for another half an hour, asking her what happened and why she was feeling this way. she claimed stress and he said she needs to relax, take it easy and get away from her mother as he knew the troubles she had with her. he wanted her to look after herself and make sure she kept her energy levels up. clutching on to her teddy bear that her father gave to her, she slowly left her room and went to get something to eat. she knew that the doctor would want to keep her in for a bit longer to make sure her heart returned to its normal rhythm before she went home. looking at the candy machine before her, she contemplated what she should get herself, carefully choosing as she knew it would be the nicest thing she would get to eat all day because of her darn mother. she sighed lightly and looked at the machines once again. "you might as well go in fron' of me, i'll be a while," she said smiling, slowly turning to the person behind her. "oh nicky, how y'all doin'? and why you here?" she drawled in her thick tennessee accent, a little worried all of sudden, forgetting all about herself as she clutched the teddy a little tighter.

( CREDITS )
banner made by jamie.
lyrics written by jamie.
layout created by jamie.

( NOTES )
i kinda suck at starters >< but i hope this okay.

[nicholas]

Nicholas usually hate going to the hospital every month for a regular check up. He has been going ever since he was diagnosed with this condition and he's still trying to understand why he's the one to be diagnosed. He thought he was healthy and keeping his body as active as possible, but since he now got asthma made everything worse for him. He was sleeping peacefully until his mom comes to the room to put his laundry away and wake him up. She was his alarm clock and he's glad to have her in his life. She told him to get ready because he had a doctor's appointment today in about an hour and his mom usually likes to be there early. Nick got up from bed while rubbing his eyes and sighed while looking over at the clock. He look at the time and realized that it was barely nine in the morning, but the appointment was not until ten. He knows how his mom going to the appointments a bit early. He got up from his bed while rubbing the back of his neck and took off his medical I.D necklace that he had since he was eight. The necklace says his full name and what type of condition he has to notified the doctors that he has Type One Diabetes.

Nick placed the necklace on top of his dresser along with his inhaler before he went to go take a quick shower. His shower was about five to ten minutes while his siblings take longer and hog up the water. He got out of the bathroom with the towel wrap around his waist and begins to get ready. Once he was done getting dress, he walk over to his dresser and got his necklace, putting it on around his neck. He saw down on his bed as he was getting ready to check his blood pressure. He got the Sphygmomanometer to check his heart rate and his blood pressure. He put his sleeve up from his upper arm and wrap the device around his arm and begins. A few moments later, he heard a bump coming from the device and check the results. His heart rate was good and his blood was 90 which was normal. He took off the device off of him and got his inhaler just in case, went downstairs where he saw his mom waiting for him. She asked him if he check before leaving and he nod his head while heading out of the house and toward the car. He got inside in the passenger's seat and waited for his mom to come. He got his inhaler and took a puff before putting it away in his pocket. His mom finally arrived, got inside the car, and heading to the hospital for his appointment.

Nick hates having these conditions because he can't do the normal stuff that he enjoyed like play baseball because he's afraid that he might get an asthma attack while running to the bases, but at least he has music to keep him company. He really wasn't into a fan of music, but now he's composing and writing his own lyrics. Whenever he's feeling down or even feeling happy, he quickly run to get a piece of paper and pencil and write down what he's thinking in his head. The drive was about thirty minutes away from the hospital and he was just in time by three minutes, so he had to wait for the doctor to call him. So, he sat down in the waiting room while his mom went to go sign him in. He was feeling hungry, so he went to the candy machine for a snack and notice someone was in front of him. So, he waited while she was picking what she wanted. He was looking around the hospital when he heard the girl saying something to him. He turn around and said, No, it's totally fine. I can wait. he saw who it was which made a smile appeared on his face. Hey, Mem. I'm doing good, I guess. I have a doctor's appointment today to see how my asthma has been processing and such. Also because my mom wants to know how my diabetes is controlling. What about you? He grinned, shrugging his shoulders while noticing that she was holding the teddy bear that she had since forever. He knows how much the bear means to her.

TAGGED: Memphis Presley
COMMENTS: i'm sorry for my lazy post. i haven't post as a boy in a long time. :]
OUTFIT: here.

[memphis]

AND IT'S SO HARD!
i can't breath, i can't see,
the lines are blurring and i need help.

( TAG nicholas, WORD COUNT seven hundred and seventy two, OUTFIT click )

memphis was someone who had shared pretty much her whole life with her fans, in video blogs, message blogs and interviews. she wasn't ashamed of where she came from and didn't care if people disliked her for her 'county bumpkin' background. some people disliked her because of the fact she was a country girl growing up on a farm with her father and spent most of time just playing a guitar in a bale of hay. her father said they were jealous, in all honesty, she didn't really care, as loong as she had her friends and her guitar, she would be happy with her life. her dearest fans knew of the teddy bear, the one her father made for her when she was just a kid and it was the one thing she always had when she was in hospital. sometimes she wished she could go back home so she could be with her father, someone who actually cared about her when she was in the hospital, then again, she loved being in new haven for a couple of reasons. one of them of course being nicholas, the two just seemed to click and her manager had warned her against getting too friendly with fans because of stalkers, but nicholas was an exception, she really enjoyed his company and there seemed to be something growing between them. her manager always told her not to share anything with him because he could tell the papers and magazines about everything, but she had told him most things. in all honesty, she didn't care what her manager thought, she was a friendly person who just wanted to be a teenager again.

seeing nicholas was like a little god send really, when she was this down she would usually cuddle up with her father, but being in new haven, the best she could do is talk to him on webcam since she taught him how to use it. it was good to see him, but then again she didn't like seeing him here because it meant there was something wrong with him and that worried her. that was the problem with memphis, she would worry more about other people than herself; she had just had an irregular heart beat that could make her pass out yet again and he was here for a check up, although she didn't really care about herself, just him. her father knew about nicholas and the way memphis spoke about him, he always hinted that they would probably end up dating and have one of those really cool stories to tell in the future. "oh, i hope you're okay! but i'm sure you will be, you're one tough cookie," she said with a little smile as she nudged him playfully. she knew he would be fine because she would help him through everything if he needed it, she was never going to let him down, she knew it hurt so much when someone let you down, so she wouldn't do it to anyone else.

telling the truth was something her father always made her do, she never lied to people, even if it meant making them feeling better. she wished she could lie to nicholas and tell him that there was nothing wrong with her and that she was perfectly fine. she wished she could do that, but she just couldn't because lying is wrong. she looked down at her converse, one hand reached to the back of her head to rearrange her hat and then finally looked back at nicholas. she didn't want to bog him down with the full extent of her trip to the hospital; the fact her mother didn't care, that it took her nearly forever to get here with the stopping and starting and the fact that she collapsed when she finally did arrive. she wan't someone who told people everything because that just brought them down. "ah, i just had some troubles," she said, hugging her teddy a little closer. "my doctor says is somethin' to do with stress," she said with a little shrug, in all honesty, she didn't think it was the stress of recording and such, to her, it was the stress of living with her mother. "i don't think i'm tha' stressed, i probably just need a day off or somethin'," she said, shrugging lightly trying not to let on about her mother. she looked back at the vending machine and smiled at nicholas. "so what did you want?" she said, pulling some loose change out of her pocket, ready to buy something for him for just being there and being awesome.

( CREDITS )
banner made by jamie.
lyrics written by jamie.
layout created by jamie.

( NOTES )
ah tis fine (: but sorry i took so long to reply.