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Nov 11, 2012

Attention to ALL Readers!

I have created a new edition to Love's Got Me Doin' Time! As of now, I will not be posting any new stories on this blog. If you want to keep up on the posts, please follow the link.


Thank you for making Love's Got Me Doin' Time the most popular Cinderella fan fiction blog on the web! Hopefully my new blog, Fallin' Apart at the Seams, will top anything this blog has succeeded.

~Kayla Mae

Nov 8, 2012

Breakfast for Dinner

So this is my first draft since June. I know that it doesn't live up to your standards of what I can do, but I haven't written anything for several months so bare with me! Also, this is the first glimpse you see of the new character, Ren. I'm working on a new blog so understand that this is part of the new plot.

Fred looked over at Kayla for the first time since pulling out of the driveway. In a quick glance, he noticed that she was eating something out of a plastic bag.

"Where'd you get hot Cheetos?" Fred asked, reaching his arm over the center console.

Kayla swatted his hand away and hugged the bag against her chest. "I grabbed them from the house. I'm starving."

Fred shook his head and focused back on the road.

"Where were you last night?" he asked, speeding up to switch lanes.

"I was at home. Where were you?" She popped another Cheeto into her mouth.

"Why didn't you come to Jizzy's?"

Kayla licked the red powder from her fingers and looked over at Fred. "Jizzy's? Who went to Jizzy's? I wasn't invited. I spent last night on the couch, watching Back to the Future."

Fred shrugged his shoulders. "Everyone was there. Ren came, too."

"Ren?" Kayla leaned back in her seat. How could they have invited Ren and not her? Where was Tom? Was he there, too? God, Kayla thought, how bogus!

"Yeah, it was... weird."

"What do you mean?"

"Well," Fred reached his arm over again and grabbed a handful of Cheetos from the bag. "Ren was literally on top of Eric the entire night. He didn't push her away, either, like he usually does. It was weird... It was almost like they were flirting."

"Eric can flirt?"

Fred laughed. "That's why it was so weird to me."

Kayla nodded her head and turned in her seat to watch the surrounding buildings pass in a blur. She knew that Jizzy didn't necessarily like her as much as Ren, but she couldn't imagine Tom going there and not telling her about it. Did he even go? She was too scared to ask.

Fred pulled up along a curb and got out. He walked around the front of the car to Kayla's door and tapped on the window. She lifted her head from the window and rolled it down.

"I'll just be a second, okay? I need cigarettes." he said.

"Yeah," she said, and watched as he jogged across the street to the drug store.

Oct 14, 2012


I may create a new blog for the newest chapter of the Love's Got Me Doin' Time plot. For any readers who are interested in getting a few updates every-now-and-again to when the new blog will be posted, you can submit your email in a comment on this post. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you are interested in the newest chapter!

~Kayla Mae

Jul 29, 2012

Breakfast For Dinner

(This next one goes out to all of the wonderful people I have in my life. Since Cheyenne and I have decided to no longer be friends, I have spent more time with the people around me. I also have been talking to a very sweet guy! Things are finally going right for me and I couldn't be any happier!)

(Kayla, 1986)

I had my head inside the Liberty Bell and someone was striking it repeatedly with a large mallet. I groaned and woke up to hear Tom's simultaneous groan. The phone was ringing. I fumbled for that instrument of torture and looked at the clock and scowled. Seven o' clock. Who the hell was calling us at this ungodly hour?

"Kayla?" the voice on the other end asked from a distance. I flipped the receiver around so that I was no longer holding it upside down.

"Cheyenne," I said. "The next time you call me this early on a Saturday, I'll pull your hair out."

Tom groaned again and put his pillow over his eyes.

"You'r hungover!" she scolded loudly. I moved the receiver a good six inches from my ear while she prattled incessantly about how ashamed she was.

Tom groaned louder and rolled onto his stomach. I reached down and unplugged the phone, wondering as I fell back asleep how long it would take Cheyenne to realize all her bitching was failing to do more than sear some phone lines.

Sometime around noon, as I lay watching him, Tom pulled the pillow off his head. "I don't know how you do that without suffocating," I said.

He managed a smile. "I'm going to tell Cheyenne that we are moving to the Himalayas and can't be reached by phone."

"Sooner or later she'll come over to check things out."

"What did Cheyenne want?"

"I don't know. I unplugged her."

He laughed and pulled me close. "Let's stay in bed all day."

"Are you kidding? I need to get some excersize if I want to fit in my wedding dress."

"Who said you won't be getting excersize?"

There was a loud banging at the front door. I heard my name being screeched by a fishwife. The bedroom is at the back of the house, but we could hear her "I know you're in there!" quite plainly.

"Cheyenne says I wo't be getting exercise."

Tom groaned for the fourth time that morning and reached for his jeans. I hurriedly got into a bathroom and ran to the front door.

"Hell's bells, Cheyenne," I called out as I made my way down the hallway, "keep your panties on!"

I opened the door and she shot into the house likeshe had been launched from a catapult.

"I can't believe you hung up on me! Tom hasn't taught you any manners?"

What she could see just then was Tom, coming down the hallway as he buttoned a shirt. It stopped her mid-tiade.

"Good morning, Cheyenne," he said.

She took in his bare feet and sleep-tousled hair and began to laugh.

(I know that this isn't finished, but it's just a draft. I tried to add a few more metaphors here and actually make this sound much nicer than my other stories. I want a more sophisticated writing style and nothing so simplistic. )

Jul 23, 2012


I have a bunch of drafts and I've been spending a lot of time on the computer latley, so why haven't I uploaded them? To be honest, they're total crap. I'm workin hard to get my Mojo back, girls! Don't write me off just yet.

~Kayla Mae

Jul 14, 2012


Alright, so before I begin to explain some highlights of the awesome night I spent at The House of Blues, I'd like to say; please don't crop my face from this photo to add yours. This is MY photo and I was there with my friend, who I call Bobcat. This was our special night and I'd appreciate it very much if you can control your freaky fangirl urges to add your face where mine is or whatever. That's my nice way of telling you this. If you do it anyway, and I catch you, which I will because I look up Cinderella photos everyday, you will REALLY deal with hell.

Anyway, I'd like to start off by saying that Jeff is SUCH a sweet guy. He told me happy birthday about a kajillion times and thanked us for coming to the show. We talked for nearly ten minutes but had to cut it short because our taxi driver was waiting on us. He was nice enough to give us the heads up that Tom wouldn't be coming out for a long time, so we had to leave before the driver left us in downtown. He was really understanding and I'm sure he's going to tell Tom about it. You should have seen his face when he heard our delima..

Something that made me laugh was the fact that they ordered seven boxes of pizzas and they had them laying on this cart to bring into the tour bus. Then, right beside the stack of pizzas, was a random thing of banannas.. They must be for Eric. He's really lost a lot of weight and he was lookin' good tonight!

Jeff and I talked about guitar for a bit, he asked my age and then started talking about his son, who is only two years older than me. Either, he wanted me to date his son, or he is just a proud parent. He would ask me questions and then say, "Oh, my son likes that, too." It was so damn cute! I couldn't stop staring at his lip piercing, though. The best part, though, was when he grabbed me and said, "Cmere, booger." and laughed at himself. He seriously did that! And, when he came up to me, he held out his hand and said, "Hi, I'm Jeff." and I shook his hand and said, "I'm Kayla. It's my birthday!" and he just had the biggest grin on his face! Tonight was honestly better than last year, when I met Tom and Eric. They did things different this year, so I had more one-on-one time with Jeff. If only I could have stuck around to meet the other guys... Damn taxi! He charged us for every minute he waited and he was out there for like, thirty minutes.. Oh, well. I've met 3 guys in Cinderella and Freddie is the only one left. I'll get to him next year, for sure!!

Jul 7, 2012


I'm sorry that I haven't been posting here as much as I used to. I have been focusing on my next project, The Sinner's Diary, so I have not been writing material on this plot. I haven't stopped thinking about it, though, so I may get back to it very soon. I know that I had told you girls that I was taking a break from blogger, and I'm glad to see that you haven't stopped by. Although, Cheyenne has been working on some new things and I'm sure she'd like for you to check them out.

~Kayla Mae

P.S. Here is a rare Tom Keifer photo for you!

Jun 13, 2012

Pierce the Marrow Through the Bone

(Cheyenne, 1987)

I thought that I'd enjoy seeing both Nikki and Gizmo. I thought I was telling myself the truth, but while Gizmo would have been welcome to stay, but midday, I was ready to send Nikki packing.

It was around one o' clock when I ventured to ask him if he was the one who was trying to find a place to stay.

"Yes, I am," he snapped at me, "and no, I haven't found one yet. I'd rather not live in the same neighborhood with a man who is obsessed with my girl."

"Go home," I said.


"Go home. I am barely holding it together here, buster, and you keep making rude remarks. At least two dozen today, and I don't see any end to the supply you seem to have so handy. So get lost."

He frowned, and said, "If I've offended you, I'm sorry."

"Thank you very much. Very sincerely said. Goodbye."

"I'm not leaving."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not. Stop being childish."

"Get the hell out of here!"

"If it were just for your sake, believe me, I'd go. But I promised Puck I would stay with you."

"If you don't get out of here, you won't have to worry about it. By the end of the day, I'll want to kill myself!"

"That's a horrible thing to say!"

"You're right, it is. And I accept that as the highest plaudit from the Master of Horrible Things to Say! Excuse me while I go make a note of it in my special Horrible to Nikki Sixx Diary! I keep it in my special Make Tribute to Nikki Sixx Shrine Room! Be right back--maybe!"

I stomped off into the bathroom and shut the door with a bang. I locked it and turned around.

Someday, when I am very wealthy, I am going to build a house with a bathroom that will allow a person to have a snit fit in it in true comfort. I wasn't wealthy that day.

I looked in the bathroom cabinet for something that I could break without feeling bad. Nothing. I sat down on the edge of the tub, head in hands.

I heard him walking quickly down the hall. His gait sounded odd to me. I forgot about that when I heard him take hold the doorknob and try to turn it.

"Don't you dare try to come in this room!" I shouted.

"Come out of there now!"

I took hold of a towel, stuffed it in my mouth, and screamed into it.

"Are you screaming into a towel?"

It almost struck me as funny. Almost.

"Open this door," he said.

I didn't answer.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"Don't ask me if I'm all right, you insincere bastard," I said. "You don't really give a shit. I'm tired of taking crap from you. I'm tired of  everything!"

I heard him walk off, then walk back.

Suddenly there was a loud bang, and the middle panel of the three-panel bathroom door splintered into pieces as a long-handled flashlight came crashing through it. Outside, Gizmo was barking.

Nikki's hand reached through the hold in the door and unlocked the doorknob.

I stared up at him, in amazement as he opened the shattered door.

"Why in God's name did you do that?" I asked.

"I wanted to apologize."

It hit me first. I started laughing. He started laughing. I nearly lost my perch on the tub.

Jun 7, 2012

I Don't Want No Other Love

(Kayla, 1987)

The sensation of being watched had been almost constant on this journey, and now I was feeling it again. I tried to ignore it, to concentrate on the paperback I was reading, but my efforts were useless. I lifted my eyes from the page and looked toward Fred, three rows up, expecting to see him staring at me again. He was asleep. How he could manage it over the loud drone of the plane's propellers, I'll never know. How Fred Coury could sleep at all after what he had done to my marriage with tom--but I suppose that's one of the advantages of being utterly without a conscience.

So if Fred wasn't the one eyeing me, who was?

I glanced around the cabin. Most of the men--even those who were not psycho--were sleeping. Two middle aged men in suits were awake, but not looking at me. The men seated behind them napped. I turned to look behind me. Eric was looking out the window. Jeff sat across the aisle, reading. There, sitting next to him, was the starer.

Robin wasn't staring so much as studying, I decided. No hostility there. 

Jun 1, 2012


This trailer was created by Allison Reynolds. While watching this, I started crying because I was laughing so hard. I love the scenes she used and the words between each. She used photos of Kat Von D as Robin because, after all, she was modeled after Kat. Also, Cheyenne appears as Doro and myself as Jan.

Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N11EICNSgDo&feature=plcp

May 29, 2012


Omigod, check out this AMAZING poster done by BlazePierre! Thanks, girl!