jsantang1990
Bayley knows Finn thinks she's a sentimental fool.
Dear Writer,
They say birds of a feather flock together. While this is true, it does not hold for a 50-something year old Italian man and his adult daughter. Too similar to get along and arguing about everythin...
Few people knew the exact nature of their relationship and <I>that</i> was how Aleister preferred to keep it.
Bayley paced along the beach, the sand gritty beneath her feet. Her lips moved in a silent prayer as the tide crept closer and closer.
"To a great start as 'The B Team'!" Bo exclaimed, holding a flute of some exotic sparkling juice in the air. "Come on, C. Join me!"
<I>Ro, this better not be a bad joke.</I> Seth thought, stopping to double-check an address scrawled on the back of an envelope. <I>I cannot see Dean living in suburbia.</I>
Dean can't shake the feeling of emptiness that's consuming him.
"This better be good," Tyler hissed, raising the eye mask and pressing the phone to his ear. For the last ten minutes, the phone had been ringing non-stop with the ringtone that told Tyler it wasn'...
“Simon?” Bayley called, pulling up the flap of fabric that covered the bottom of the couch. “Simon?”
"Of all the people you could be with, <I>why</i>Randy?" Dean struggled to sound supportive but that was much harder than he realized. "I mean-I'm sure he's great but why?"
<I><B>Nodus Tollens- the realization that the plot of your life doesn't make sense to you anymore. </i></B>
Rhyno *hated* work parties. There always seemed to be strange social requirements and the face he *had* to watch his every move less he ended up as one of those embarrassing stories you never lived...
Seth doesn't know what to think of his life anymore. At one moment, he'd been at the top of the world, doing his best to show everyone just what he was made of.
"Mickie! You're not going to believe this," Bayley squeaked, running up to her friend and sometimes confidante, Mickie James. "I would tell Sasha but I can't find her and I need help!"
<I>You should go.
Dean stares at his phone, noticing the missed calls from Roman and Seth. He desperately wants to answer but he can't. He can't deal with them.
<I><B>Desiderium: an ardent longing, as for something lost</I></B>
"We do realize that I am probably the world's ugliest drag queen, right?" Heath stares in the mirror, adjusting the wig. "Also, whose brilliant idea was this?"
"Giving up to Keep"
<I>Finn, do you think you can control your friend?
"Just admit it." Seth's voice crackled over the car speaker. "I see it. Anyone with eyes can see it."
Prologue
Everyone always seemed to naturally think they married an angel.
<B> Trouvaille- (n.) something lovely discovered by chance (tru-val)
"Be honest." Dr. Smith turns to face Dean. "How are you feeling?"
<I>I returned your blanket but it may have some hair on it. I don't know the first thing about washing faux fur throws from Pottery Barn. -E</i>
