( FLY ON THE WALL )

[( leighton manning )]

don't you wish that you could be a

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Leighton Isabella Manning sat on the floor in her marble covered kitchen, in front of her a beautiful baby boy sat. He had little strands of brunette hair sticking out of the top of his head. Cameron Manning, Leighton's baby boy, sat in front of her and clapped his hands together, then tugged a strand of one of his mother's loose curls. Then, a quite beep came from her pocket. She got out her new IPHONE and checked the alarm she had set for herself well, more for Cameron then herself. It was nap time. Leighton giggled and scooped up the little tyke, resting the child in her arms. She then got up and began to walk towards Cameron's bedroom. Leighton began to pace in circles around her son's room, patiently waiting for him to fall asleep. Cameron wrapped his small porcelain arms around her mothers neck and snuggled his round chubby head into his neck. She smiled and continued pacing. She was used to this by now. Getting up in the middle of the night, getting Cameron his formula, changing him, hearing him cry. Although many people thought it was annoying doing all those things repeatability, Leighton loved it. She loved being a mother.

Although she wasn't exactly expecting the baby in the first place, she didn't care. He was hers, and thats all that moment. Even better was that her boyfriend was supportive through out the whole time. He helped her and cleaned up his party boy act and Leighton was thankful for that. The corners of Leighton's lips pulled out in a wide smile as she heard Cameron's light breathing. Gently and carefully, Leighton placed her baby boy in his crib and turned the baby monitor on. The mother then walked out of the room, leaving the door opened alittle bit. Leighton planned on going to the gym. She would leave Cameron with the very experienced nanny she hired, and then go do her own things. Leighton trusted the nanny, which was always the key part to any relationship. Leighton waited about 20 minutes before heading out to the Gym, only to make sure her son had completely fallen asleep. She quickly changed into short shorts and a "i love Edward" top, even though it was childish. She couldn't help it. Twilight was a kick ass series.

Leighton laughed at her reflection. She looked like she was 19 again, without a care in the world. She grabbed a pair of sunglasses and pulled her dark brown hair into a high ponytail. Maybe then would she not be recognized by her fans or the paparazzi. Its not like she didn't like it, but sometimes it got annoying to be stalked by paparazzi or when she was trying to get somewhere and fans came up and asked for her autograph. But, even though it was annoying, Leighton loved giving autographs, it made her feel she was succeeding in the media industry. She got her ipod and phone and tucked them into her bag. Upon arriving at the gym, Leighton was swarmed by a group of girls asking for her autograph. Leighton laughed and asked them there names, signing her albums they bought.

A couple minutes later, Leighton walked into the familiar place. The Hollywood Fitness Center. She smiled and showed her membership card. Leighton walked towards the tread wheel and turned it on, then she put her ipod on shuffle and began to walk along, burning calories. Even though she didn't need it, but everyone knew you had to keep in shape to stay in the media industry.

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POST STATUS:[/color] done
TEMPLATE CREDIT TO:[/color] sydknee says!
BANNER CREDIT TO:[/color] palace jewel!
LYRICS CREDIT TO:[/color] Fly on the Wall- Miley Cyrus
ROLEPLAYING WITH:[/color] Ryleigh Bynes
WHERE WE AT?:[/color] Hollywood Fitness Center
WORD COUNT:[/color] six two eight
LOOKING LIKE:[/color] click
NOTES:[/color] done and a crappy post, and sorry if took so long!
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[RYLEIGH BYNES !]

CAUSE THESE THINGS WILL
CHANGE, WE CAN FEEL IT NOW, THESE



walls that they put up to hold

us back will fall down, it's a revolution

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ryleigh had gotten up at six in the morning to go to the recording studio, and she only finished one song during the two hour period. she'd gotten home at nine thirty and knew she couldn't go back to sleep. she'd hung around for awhile, and finally decided she should do something. maddie, her personal assistant (or rather, her babysitter), had suggested the gym. ryleigh hadn't been there in awhile, but there was really no need to go. she was a naturally thin person, and it may be because her body was so long. she pulled herself off of her king sized bed, though she was laying on top of her blanket so she didn't bother with making it. she switched her television off and headed for her closet. she was still wearing her jeans and t-shirt from the recording studio, and she wasn't going to work out in that. she changed into a pair of hollister shorts and a white t-shirt, which was kind of big. of course, she realized a second later, because it was derek's. she laughed a bit silently but kept it on, as it still smelled a bit like him and..well, she missed him. the last time she'd seen him was two days ago, and that was two days too long for the young girl.

she pulled her long, brown hair back into a messy bun and decided it was good enough. she pulled some socks on and followed with a pair of white diesels -- her most comfortable sneakers. she tied the laces and smoothed out her hair before pushing herself off of her knee and rubbing them. the carpet had left an imprint on her knee, and she tried to rub it away but sighed in defeat a few moments later. she went back over to her bed and jumped onto it, sticking her hand out to the far side to take her iphone off of it. she pulled the charger out and checked for any new messages or missed calls, furrowing her brow as she saw a number she didn't recognize. it was probably some fan that had gotten ahold of her number, she figured. maybe she'd call the number back later today, but not right now.

her car keys were in the kitchen, as always, and she entered it with a smile toward maddie. she pulled her keys from the small dish near the telephone and twirled them around her finger, turning to face the rest of the kitchen as well as her personal assistant. she made her way out of the kitchen and mumbled a goodbye to maddie and exited her home, shutting the door behind her. she clicked the unlock button and headed for her car, getting in and shutting the door. she stuck the keys into the ignition and turned it, hearing the engine purr to life. the first thing she did was turn the windows down, then the sunroof, and squinted at the sudden brightness. she put on her sunglasses that she dug out of the glove compartment. she stuck her iphone into her ipod player and pressed play, the song 'let it rock' by kevin rudolf instantly blasted. she pulled out of her driveway and made her way toward the hollywood fitness center that was about a ten minute drive away.

the sixteen year old turned her keys and pulled them from the ignition, pulling her iphone from the player and putting the headphones that had dangled during the whole car ride into her ears, turning the volume up. she opened her car door and put on a smile as several cameras flashed. she shut her car door and clicked the lock button. she pulled her hand up, cloesr to her face, and formed her fingers with a peace sign as she made her way toward the entrance of the fitness center. she let out a sigh of relief as she entered the building, pulling her sunglasses off. her face instantly brightened with a smile as she saw a familiar person on the tredmill. she laughed silently as she walked behind the row of tredmills until she reached her friend. she stepped up on the tredmill next to her and pulled leighton's ponytail as it bounced back and forth. "heyy," she said with a laugh.

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[( leighton manning )]

don't you wish that you could be a

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a creepy little, sneaky little, fly on the wall[/color][/font][/center]

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Leighton continued on the tread wheel for about 30 minutes. During this time, she just let the music from her ipod blast into her ears, blocking out every single sound around her. Seriously, if some old guy was yelling at her to get off the tread wheel, she wouldn't have heard...or cared. Leighton bobbed her brunette head from side to side, humming along to the music. If she wasn't in a public place, she would probably just get off the tread wheel and start dancing. But, that would probably capture the attention of some people who would wipe out there cellphones and start snapping pictures before she could yell "stop!". That was probably the thing she hated most about being a famous singer. The gossip and drama was crazy. When she first had her baby, she couldn't escape the lime light. Sure, she loved attention. But, positive attention. All the attention she was getting was negative.

Leighton went through a period where she just wanted to give up and say Screw it all, but she knew she couldn't. She had fans who loved her and...every celebrity went through there tough times right? Even though most famous people weren't pregnant with there ex-boyfriends kid. But, it all worked out in the end. And that was why she couldn't just randomly start dancing because then, the gossip would start again. Leighton groaned, she could visualize the headlines in her mind at that moment. "Random Dancing can be results of drugs!?!?!" Yeah, totally. Leighton nibbled on her bottom lip. She was starting to feel the "burn" as some people called it. Her heart beat increased and her palms became sweaty. Leighton continued walking until she felt someone pull the back of her ponytail. Leighton yelped and her ipod headphones fell out of her ears and laid limp at her hips.

Leighton turned off the tread wheel and turned to face the person. Ryleigh. Leighton smiled at her and stuck out her tongue. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" she laughed pulled out a Gatorade taking a swing of it before putting it on the cupholder attacked to the work out machine. Leighton was about to lean in and give Ryleigh a hug, but then remembered she had been working out for 30 straight minutes. "I would hug you but I'm kinda all sweaty and gross" The woman laughed and fanned herself off with her hand. Woah, now she was really starting to feel the burn. Maybe she would start working out more. She couldn't with the baby because, well...it was a baby. But not she would have to burn all the fat she gained while pregnant. Joy.

Leighton took another gulp of the blue liquid and breathe a sign of relief. Now she had an excuse to not continue exercising for awhile atleast. "How are you girly? Keeping out of trouble I hope" Leighton Manning winked playfully and put her hands on her hips. She knew how hard it was for her in the media industry, but it was probably harder for Ryleigh. She was young and the media usually targeted them. And that was why Leighton was so protective of her. She was like another little sister, except way less annoying. Leighton continued fanning herself as she waited for Ryleigh to reply. Boy, keeping shape to stay in the media business was hard work.

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POST STATUS:[/color] done
TEMPLATE CREDIT TO:[/color] sydknee says!
BANNER CREDIT TO:[/color] palace jewel!
LYRICS CREDIT TO:[/color] Fly on the Wall- Miley Cyrus
ROLEPLAYING WITH:[/color] Ryleigh Bynes
WHERE WE AT?:[/color] Hollywood Fitness Center
WORD COUNT:[/color] im too lazy to check.
LOOKING LIKE:[/color] click
NOTES:[/color] epic fail -.-
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[RYLEIGH BYNES !]

CAUSE THESE THINGS WILL
CHANGE, WE CAN FEEL IT NOW, THESE



walls that they put up to hold

us back will fall down, it's a revolution

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ryleigh laughed at her friend's reply. "possibly," she said, grinning as she leaned back against the side rail of the tredmill she was on. i would hug you but i'm kinda all sweaty and gross,

[/i] leighton said. ryleigh smiled again. "yeah, that's quite alright," she said with another chuckle. leighton was like an older sister to ryleigh. it wasn't like ryleigh didn't have an older sister, but leighton was more like one than charlotte. besides, she lived too far away to actually have a relationship with ryleigh. plus, she didn't really want to talk to ryleigh. it was mostly because she could've gotten as far as ryleigh did. she could've made it in the hollywood business easily. she was a great singer as well as a wonderful actress, and she was jealous that ryleigh actually had. she could've been as succesfull as ryleigh if she hadn't had a baby and gotten married so long. she sees what she could've been in ryleigh, and it just makes her want it more than before. so she preferred not to speak with ryleigh.

though ryleigh didn't really speak with anyone from her family. her brother was off doing his own thing now that he could, since he was eighteen. neither of them came home for the holidays anymore, so she'd much rather just stay here in california for christmas and such. it would be more fun than being in texas with her parents. besides, she didn't have any friends there anymore. they'd all grown apart, especially now that ryleigh was famous. she's a lot different than she used to be. all her friends back in texas were still those naive, christian, purity ring, never kissed a boy, friends with everyone girls. ryleigh wasn't anymore. though, it wasn't really her choice. if her father hadn't signed her up for the audition for the guest role on that tv show, she never would have gotten it, never would have starred in the show, never would have gone to the season finale party and never would've gotten raped. ryleigh could easily still be that little, purity ring kind of girl. she could've stuck with that through marriage, and she would've. after that party, she didn't really care anymore. when it came to guys, she was vulnerable. most people thought she was just a slutty sixteen year old girl screwed up because of hollywood.

but, it was kind of difficult to grow up with the whole country watching you, ready for you to screw up. when you make one little mistake, it's like the world's ending. you make one mistake, and you're no longer america's angel and a good role model for kids. she's sixteen years old -- she's going to make mistakes. every kid does, and with so much pressure, she's bound to make more than any normal teenager. she didn't really care what people thought of her. she only cared about the what the people she cared about thought of her. she liked that leighton didn't judge her the way others did. somehow she understood how hard it was for ryleigh, and that she wished she didn't have all this attention from the media and such. sometimes, it was just too much.

the sixteen year old shrugged, though when she looked up from where she was examining her feet, she grinned. "i guess so," she said. lately, she had been staying out of trouble. kind of, at least. it was a couple of months ago now since a provocative photo of her's had been leaked onto the internet. the worst part about this one was that it was a look a like. it wasn't even her in the picture, and she's still getting bad publicity because of it. it was unbelievable. well, actually, it was very believable, because she's certainly had provocative photos that were actually of her leaked onto the internet, so it wouldn't be shocking to have it happen again, right? wrong. ryleigh wasn't being dumb anymore, and that was one of the things she'd ceased doing. she didn't need the bad publicity, and she also didn't want to be known as that kind of girl...anymore.
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[( leighton manning )]

don't you wish that you could be a

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a creepy little, sneaky little, fly on the wall[/color][/font][/center]

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Leighton laughed her delicate laugh, running a hand through her short brunette hair and signing. It was hard work keeping in shape, it would have been hard for anyone who just had a baby. Leighton sat on the edge of the tread wheel. Leighton looked up at Ryleigh and smiled, she knew it must have been hard for Ryleigh. Leighton was about 15 when she got signed to Fearless Studios and then everybody seemed to know everything about her. How her father sexually, emotionally and physically abused her. It was probably the most embarrassing time in the young woman's life. She was constantly followed, had people give her dirty looks and much more. It was a horrible experience. But, atleast she didn't do anything rash right? Well, except the time she got drunk and punched a paparazzi in the head. That just made the situation ten times worst, but being the positive person Leighton was, she wouldn't let it effect her that much.

Leighted laughed once more as Ryleigh replied with a "Kind of". Leighton remembered that, when people asked if she was staying out of trouble she would reply with a ""sort of" or "er...maybe?". But, times changed and Leighton grew up. She didn't get drunk [that much] anymore, and she was a good role model for people across America. But, unfortunately there was always that chance that one single or album would tank and it would be the end. But then again, Leighton knew it wouldn't be the end. She still had her boyfriend and her beautiful baby boy, at that was really all that mattered, right? Sure, Leighton loved to sing but it wasn't actually her first career choice. She was actually planning to be a veterinarian and work at a animal clinic, but that didn't happen. The only reason she agreed to Fearless was because it meant she would leave her home town and just start fresh, without a worry in the world.

But, unfortunately instead of leaving her old life it seemed to be repeating itself. Not the sexual and physical part that is, just the emotional. She had people talking shit about her twenty four seven, and it was enough stress to make any person crack. Leighton licked her lips and blinked her eyes a few times. "So, hows you and your boytoy?" she joked casually. Leighton couldn't deny she was curious about the couple, only because she didn't want to see Ryleigh get hurt like she was hurt when her boyfriend left. But, things turned out alright for Leighton. Leighton found herself chuckling under her breath, things did turn out alright.

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POST STATUS:[/color] done
TEMPLATE CREDIT TO:[/color] sydknee says!
BANNER CREDIT TO:[/color] palace jewel!
LYRICS CREDIT TO:[/color] Fly on the Wall- Miley Cyrus
ROLEPLAYING WITH:[/color] Ryleigh Bynes
WHERE WE AT?:[/color] Hollywood Fitness Center
WORD COUNT:[/color] er...something? :]
LOOKING LIKE:[/color] click
NOTES:[/color] epic fail -.-
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[RYLEIGH BYNES !]

CAUSE THESE THINGS WILL
CHANGE, WE CAN FEEL IT NOW, THESE



walls that they put up to hold

us back will fall down, it's a revolution

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when leighton asked ryleigh about vince, the smile on her face instantly grew wider, though she realized leigh would notice this and then her face flushed red from embarrassment, looking down at her feet, which was actually closer to leighton now that she was sitting down. she crossed her legs where she stood, leaning against the tredmill still. what she called him, her boytoy, made her laugh. that would be something someone would ask her about last year, or some time when she hadn't been with vince, because she'd never really been emotionally attatched to a guy other than vince. sure, she had physically, but it was still strange for her to be as open with vince about her feelings as she had to be in a relationship. most people would've considered her flings from when she wasn't with vince or when they'd been fighting or broken up her boytoys. because, well, they were. they meant nothing more to her but sex, and sometimes, it was just to make vince jealous, like when he'd broken up with her last year, or when they'd gotten in big arguments. she was the kind of person to do something like that, though she'd regret it soon afterward because she hadn't wanted to hurt vince that much, just to teach him a lesson.. somehow. she didn't understand how she could do that to him now, but if she were angry with him, it could be a different story.

ryleigh crossed her arms over her chest. "he's good," she said, laughing as she did so. "how about yours?" she asked, lifting her eyebrows. she wanted someday to have what leighton had -- a great guy, a wonderful son, just an all around happy family. she knew casey and she knew that he could be a dick sometimes, but she also knew all guys had that in them somewhere, and you had to get past it to get to know them better. or maybe it was hidden deeper inside, and they were actually really sweet on the outside, but inside they were like that. all guys were different, but ryleigh swore, that all guys had that in them. like a gene or something. though this may be because they had the power to hurt someone. usually, the power that a guy had to hurt a girl was the girl's fault. if a guy could hurt a girl, it was only because the girl cared enough about him to get hurt by him. the only guy ryleigh'd ever really been hurt by was vince. of course, she didn't count the guy from the television show she'd guest starred. she didn't want to think about that, and she rarely did. it was behind her, it didn't matter to her anymore. he probably didn't remember it, as he'd been too drunk.

she wondered what would've happened if she'd gotten pregnant that night. she wondered how scary that would've been. not only had she been raped, but getting pregnant with the guy's baby? she didn't have to think twice about what she would have done, and it wasn't pretty. ryleigh'd always been an overdramatic girl, but she was pretty sure she suffered from depression and it was possible that she was bipolar, like her mother, so something like that would've put her over the edge. she'd been suicidal after that night, she'd been scared that if she went somewhere he'd be there, so she just stayed at home at first. she cut herself for awhile, but after a couple months she had a... a realization. why waste her life just because of one night? just because of one thing that happened? so many other things were going to make her feel like shit, and she knew she' d have to learn to get over them. this would be her first, she thought. she wondered if she would've attempted suicide if she'd gotten pregnant. she realized now that she would have. she knew she would have. if she'd been in a state to cut herself after that, she would have certainly killed herself if she'd been pregnant with his baby. she wondered how long it would've taken maddie to find her, and whether she would've made it to the hospital. if she would've survived, and if she did, whether she would've gotten an abortion or had the baby. if she'd had it, would she have kept it or put it up for adoption? she wondered if she could have been like leighton. happy, with her child, and maybe she'd have vince, even if she had a child. maybe she could be happier than she was now, if that was possible.

a small shudder ran through her body at these thoughts. the thought of her...a mother? the thought of her being the mother of his child? it made her stomach churn and her head spin, but not in a good way. she bit her bottom lip a bit, her mouth suddenly feeling dry. she couldn't picture herself with a baby. even holding a baby -- right now, she couldn't picture it. of course she'd held a baby before. she'd held many. she'd held her sister's daughter many times, as well as leighton's son, cameron. she'd held lovelin's son, seth, before. she actually had quite a few friends with children, though the thought still scared her to death. she shook the thought from her mind and refocused on leighton, realizing her smile had disapeared from all of her thinking, she pulled it back onto her lips. at first it seemed a bit fakey, like her thoughts were prodding it with a stick, questioning it, too. but then she thought of why she'd been smiling earlier ( vince, of course ) and she was actually smiling again.

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