I may or may not have just finished binge watching Firefly the other day... ah, Jayne...And yes, those second hand shops do all have names. Maybe next time you're down you can go locate all of Boris and Oli's favourite places.
As for plans to "fix" Boris - that would be telling.
thank you.I'm not generally big on sequels. Characters jump out of my head, shouting, and i type as fast as possible until they stop shouting. Kitt, Geoff ans others then turn these into readable stories and by the time that's done, a new character is in my head, shouting to have his story told. To write sequels I would need a whole extra brain.
A very sad farewell to a man who always knew how to be helpful and funny and did both often. Like Lisa, I will always remember the photo with his dog lying atop him looking happy and loved.
“You always try on clothes for your dog?” Both of them turned to the speaker, a sales assistant who was hanging jeans and denim dungarees on another rail. “I’m not sure he can give you the best opinion. Turn around.”
Oli frowned as Boris obeyed the instruction, and turned in a slow circle. To be fair to the young man, he looked just about as confused as Oli was.
“Oh yeah, that’s a good fit on you. Is there anything else you need?”
Is his experience, Oli had found that vintage and second hand
they are teenagers, messy shouting matches and someone leaving in tears are somewhat inevitable (gods know there was a moment way back when my husband and I could have walked away from each other), but we can all hope they will stay to work through it.
Luke is always ending up shirtless... poor kid.You are correct in all your analysis of things which people shouldn't have said. Unfortunately, when you're a teenager, often you say those things - and it all goes wrong from there.
They've both got a lot of work to do.
perfectly summarized. We should come to you for the cliff notes version of all my stories.Your trust is not misplaced, I promise. and you're right, they've still got some good friends to force them to do the right thing
those lovely 5 second moments where your mouth by passes your brain and fucks up your universe. he's got fewer people to rely on now, so ,yeah, it's gonna get tough for him.
“What the hell Erie?” Jameson exits Derrick’s Merc very slightly before my friend has actually finished parking it. “I woke up and you’d already taken the damn truck! I had to ring Der to come and get me.”
“You could’ve taken the bus.” Erin smiles tightly.
“The bus? I haven’t taken the bus since middle school Erin, I’m not gonna start now.” Jameson smacks his twin’s shoulder without force. “When the hell did you get up anyway?”
“Hey Luke.” Derrick scowls at Jameson as he helps Cherrie out of