AFTER BONNIE LEFT THE HOUSE, Addison and Mason sat together in the living room. It was Long Sunday, which is what they called the Sunday right before the school year started again. This would be the last Long Sunday and beyond that they could not even begin to think about what came after high school. “I love her,” Addison said after a moment. “I know th
i'm not saying.
“Seth was. And Seth was after you and afraid to tell you because he’s your friend. He understood. He knows what it’s like to... have a stain. He knows and you don’t. You don’t.” She sat on the ground under the pine tree, in the litter of twigs and brown needles, her shoulders heaving. Addison stood over her thinking: I don’t know why the fuck I came. <B
“Seth was. And Seth was after you and afraid to tell you because he’s your friend. He understood. He knows what it’s like to... have a stain. He knows and you don’t. You don’t.” She sat on the ground under the pine tree, in the litter of twigs and brown needles, her shoulders heaving. Addison stood over her thinking: I don’t know why the fuck I came. There w
“Seth was. And Seth was after you and afraid to tell you because he’s your friend. He understood. He knows what it’s like to... have a stain. He knows and you don’t. You don’t.” She sat on the ground under the pine tree, in the litter of twigs and brown needles, her shoulders heaving. Addison stood over her thinking: I don’t know why the fuck I came. <B
yeah, M, you're right. i think they both deserve pity and support, and are both unlikely to get it.
i maintain silence : )
“So wait a minute?” Sully said, swiping a cigarette from Mason’s pack that was on his bed. “You guys,” he pointed at Swain and Balliol with his cigarette, “and Mercurio were plotting to put me back with Chris?” He held out his hand and Mason gave him a lighter while he squinted and lit it. “Not gonna happen,” he grinned and said through clenched lips. “I t
having some computer problems. white life will be back in a bit -chris (ennarath)
Saying anything is just going to give everything away : )
“WELL, THIS IS BAD, ISN’T IT?” Sully said. He and Mason were alone, something that almost never happened and signified either that people had just left, or other people were getting ready to come. “I don’t know what else to say about it,” he said. “I think that’s all that can be said,” Mason told him looking up from a pile of clay. “What is th
i am remaining silent on the whole combing issue. a very Balliol tactic.
it really depends on how i feel. but i think we know EXACTLY how Balliol feels.
“Relax,” Sully said, catching up with him. “Nothing happened. He was just really down too, so I listened to his problems and everything. It was weird. I... have never actually treated him like a person. It’s funny, but I felt really shitty the whole time I was listening to him. I’m supposed to be this sensitive writer and shit and it seriously never occurred to me tha
me too. it's strange though because right now i'm proofing the last part of the last white life story, so i'm at the end of everything popping back here to the middle
i think i gave her away. oops. she just gets on my nerve and i totally forgot you're just meeting her!
Well, Tina really DOESN'T have his best interest at heart. Tina is not spiteful, she is simply, like many parents, unskillful and a little silly. Though Sully isn't perfect he shouldn't have to be. He is after all seventeen years old, gay and lacking a father. He is a child. There's no reason he shouldn't act like one.
“I FEEL LIKE YOU’RE KEEPING something from me,” Balliol said flatly. Sully turned to him. “If you are that’s your affair,” Balliol said. “Maybe you need to keep it to yourself. Maybe it’s someplace deep inside of you, and you can’t talk about it yet. I don’t have to know everything.” They were at Sully’s house, a rarity. Tina was still at work and Sully
perfection is greatly overrated!
Yay! for Mason! He's really always just great.
Stevie Wonder sang: Your precious sweetheart She’s so faithful She’s so true Oh yeah Her dreams are tumbling Her world is crumbling Because of you Un huh One day you’ll hurt her Just once too much And when you finally loose your tender touch Yeah! yeah! Shoobie doobie doo da me! Her feet may wande
P.S. in regards to "Lincoln."... I've always gotten the feeling that Balliol sort of hates his real name. I don't know, though.
I think I know what you mean. I can't choose between the both of them. I think one feeds into the other.
“I was actually thinking about not telling you because I thought ‘It’s not really his business,’” Swain said as she barged into Balliol’s bedroom. “And then I thought, ‘Lincoln will find out sooner or later,’ and also I thought, ‘Well, it kind of is his business’. Besides, I do tell you everything.” Balliol, whose door had been open and was now beginning
Well, we shouldn't have to worry about old Herse much longer.
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