Topher Lydon

Interpretive dance?

Orel, the real King of the Hill. Tarquin's just squatting.

next chapter or so. That moment of realization when they figure out that the drama going on around them in school is all for show.

Tarquin's failure is that he never sees Orel coming. Orel's tougher than he looks, and now that he's found his Finn, he's determined.

Tim.. Tim why are you stuffing my socks down your trousers? Because, Justin, some of us don't have a giant pipe thing that's permanently set to burst out onto the stage at any moment! "Was that a compliment?" "Shut up Justin and give me the other sock!"

Coins, in this day and age? "Is that a hard on in your pocket?" "It's my debit card" "That's... disappointing." "You try getting a roll of quarters these days!"

There's also the small fact that the hotel room looks like a set-up. Neither of them are sure anything happened. Which makes the situation cruel. They *could* be completely innocent. Two straight lads forced to perform.

Me, I think it's Tim's rigidity, he's spinning and Justin hasn't recovered enough to be able to catch him. Lots of candidates for the Archivist. Lots of candidates for other victims.

We all know that Barista's are demons, the gossip, the misspelled names on coffee cups, and the lemon squares

Chapter Three: The Performance Justin leaned against the battered fender of his Ford pickup, two blocks from the main entrance of Hilcrest High. He nursed a bitter, lukewarm Tim Horton’s coffee in one hand and gripped his phone in the other. It was a cold, grey Monday morning, the kind of day where the air felt heavy and damp with pre-winter misery. He hadn’t slept. His heart was a frantic drum against his ribs, beating out a world-class sense of doom. He was wearing his best—

That early, on a Sunday, in Leamington Spa? Bob's in bed, Bob refuses to get out of bed before noon on a Sunday. There's no busses running, and the shops are all shut... 'cept for the dorky coffee shop down the road. But, you know, it's full of :: shudders :: teenagers!

I came up with this one last summer while suffering through the vomit express from Birmingham to Warwick nightmare, and I feel for the poor engineers and guards that have to deal with the chaos

They are about to have the most interesting breakfast coffee date of Tyler's life.

Hartley "rose" to the occasion

Mr. Ellis a a bureaucratic type of evil. He likes things balanced, no outstanding arrears.

Ollie loves Orel very deeply. When he finds out, there isn't a hole deep enough to bury Tarquin. Ollie is not a tough guy, his weapons are numbers, but he wields them with the ferocity of a sword. just, give Ollie a chance to realize where he belongs, he's also a beaten dog and Tarquin holds his leash.

I like characters that grow. Lydia loves her cousin dearly. Finn is important to her, and Orel is a friend she wants to be a better friend to.

Three reasons exist why the go along with the Blackmail. The most important of these is: It needs to be explicitly clear that if the blackmailer drops the photos and blog online, it goes viral and their parents will find out. Tim's dad is violently homophobic and would destroy his future. By agreeing to fake-date at school, they can actively control the flow of information. As they discuss in their "Rules of Engagement," they can pretend to be a couple at school, but lie to their parents by claiming they are just "study partners" and "stress relief partners". The fake dating is a firewall to keep the truth from reaching Tim's father. Again I have not done a good job of making this clear in this chapter, something I might have been able to catch had I not been up all night hugging my toilet bowl and wishing the colour green did not apply to my face. Hah, I will fix this logic CLEARLY in tomorrow's chapter.

Canada was interesting at the time, responsible Government was endorsed by Queen Victoria, who was, herself, quite progressive at points. Canada was a Dominion, but self governing without revolution. It was the model that set the pattern for all of the transitions to self-governance to come. I'd think it'd be an interesting transition, but in reality not much of a change.

Tarquin the monster birthed by the Horrific, evil, and depraved Alistair Merrick, his father. He is every inch his father's son. Taquin got the charm, Oliver the business sense, and Orel the intelligence.

Aiden and Marshall are treats to write, just that earnest 14 year old energy. I really wanted to write something that was just a time capsule of that age in life.