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"Jude Landon?" my mom repeated, just as I reached the top of the stairs. She was looking between Bree and Jude, obviously confused. But, there was no way she was more confused than I was. Either Bree didn’t hear mom tell me that she didn’t want Jude around, or my sister was better at getting herself into trouble than I was. And why did she bring him here? What was she thinking? And, was he actually Bree’s date? I stared at Jude, in my house... with my mom. Yeah, logical thinking was beyond
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Every dream about masculine bodies and calloused hands touching me had always been forcefully shoved to the back of my mind when I woke up, and I’d make a point to scold myself to the point of self loathing for it. Those dreams, had always been an annoyance for me. It was just a reason for me to feel guilty. Dreaming about boys. Doing it for real, didn’t exactly help all of that guilt any. Kissing Jude... well, it reminded me of masturbation. Maybe that seems like a strange comparison, but it
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Bree’s eyes were on me, or more like, her glare was on me. It didn’t last long, though, before her attention returned to Jude, who’d probably just made the second worst mistake of my life. I’d made the first one no more than fifteen minutes ago when I’d decided to be honest with Brad Clair. "Gay?" Bree practically spat the word at Jude, and he was still unflinching, while I felt myself cringe. After Brad’s reaction tonight, the last thing I wanted now was another bad one, and I was positive t
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Dinner was a quiet event... at least for me it was. My mother was talking non-stop about possible job prospects, but I wasn’t paying attention. I was hardly even eating, my stomach felt too upset for that. I was still thinking about Brad. It was hard not to, with the soap still irritating my eyes. I’d showered, but I still felt disgusting. I’m sure that had to do with more than having dirty water thrown on me, though. Bree was quiet, too. As far as I knew, she hadn’t taken a look at my journa
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I’m not sure who was more surprised with my behavior, Marissa or me, when I grabbed her arm and abruptly pulled her into my house. "Hey!" she started to protest, but didn’t get much out after that after I clasped a firm hand over her mouth and continued to drag her along. I’ll be honest, I really had no idea what I planned to do with her. I liked to think of my actions as productive panicking, because I was panicking. I just refused to do it outside of my front door, considering the last t
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My mom sure knew how to keep me waiting. Maybe that was punishment for turning off my phone. But, at least I had company. Of course, she wasn’t really doing anything to help me get through the waiting process I noticed, as I lifted my head from where it was resting comfortably on my pillow and looked across the room to where Bree was going through my CD collection, turning up her nose at just about everything. I would have asked her to leave, if I wasn’t so terrified of being alone at the moment
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Human contact. A warm body against yours. The smell of the individual. Their breath against your neck. The rise and fall of their chest, breathing against you. Arms, holding you close, so that you can almost hear their heartbeat if you listen close enough. What exactly is it about all of these things that are so comforting? A simple hug has the possibility to speak volumes, or even a gesture as mediocre as a soft touch on the shoulder. It can mean so much, especially when you feel so alone. It o
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I just stood there, horrified with what I’d done. What the hell was happening to me? Brad. I’d hit him. That definitely wasn’t me. But there was no me, anymore. At least, it didn’t feel like I was me. I was someone else. A crazed lunatic who lost his temper and hit his best friend for saying something that was true. I was a faggot. Sure, Brad didn’t mean it like that, but it didn’t matter. I was one of those people. And there was no choice in the matter. “Mr. Moore!” the voice made me j
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“Quinn!” I looked up from where I’d been remaking my bed after Jude had messed it up to see Bree storming up the stairs, into my room, looking furious. I’d expected this. Jude had walked out less than fifteen minutes ago and I knew that Bree would somehow blame me for it. Maybe under normal circumstances I would have handled this situation delicately. After all, she was my baby sister and I knew she liked Jude. But, I was still reeling from the second kiss that he gave me, and my mind felt so
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I turned and looked at Jude, trying to ignore his stunned expression as he stared at me, his hand still on the opened door. I guess by now I’d learned that surprising Jude wasn’t an easy task, and if I wasn’t in the middle of a complete mental and emotional breakdown I might have taken some satisfaction in this. But, as always, the look faded and I watched as he closed the door to his apartment and turned to regard me calmly. I didn’t bother to wait for him to ask me what I was doing there.
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"What are you guys doing here?" I asked stupidly. Although, it seemed like a reasonable question considering that I had been under the impression that neither Marissa nor Brad was speaking to me, and it had been a surprise to find them standing on my front porch, even more of a surprise than it had been to find Trina standing there only a few hours before. Unfortunately, finding Brad and Marissa there happened to be an unwelcome surprise at the moment, given my current company. Trina. It seem
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I like things organized. I’m definitely one of those people who need a plan. I rarely do anything spontaneous, probably because it never works out all that well. I stick to my schedule. Even on weekends when I set my alarm for two hours later than I would on a school day. If I didn’t set the alarm, I would end up sleeping all day and that would throw me off my whole schedule. So, knowing that I like things planned and organized, and it tends to make me nervous when things aren’t that way, you
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I instinctively flinched as Marissa Rixis slammed her locker door, causing the picture she had pinned up of yours truly to fall to the ground. She must not have noticed, because she then proceeded to step on it. “I can’t believe she did that!” Marissa growled out. “What a bitch. Quinn, please tell me that you’re going to do something about this.” I just stood there, giving her my best, who me? look. Not that it would do any good. If Marissa wanted me involved in her problems, chances are,
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“I can’t believe you actually live on your own.” I heard Bree’s voice, coming from the kitchen. When I first came in, I’d dropped my backpack on the floor and I had planned on barging in one her and Jude, but as I listened to them talk, I began to slow down. “And you have a full time job. Are you sure you’re only seventeen?” I heard Jude laugh. I really liked his laugh, but I shook that thought away and continued towards the kitchen. “Pretty sure.” I heard him reply, “you’ve gotta nice pla
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For all of my bravery, coming down here to face people who couldn’t stand me, I was feeling like the dumbest chicken shit now. And Jude…Jude was smiling at me. I mean, seriously, was this guy always smiling? I’d probably seen ten different kinds of smiles on his face since I met him and the one he wore now seemed unreadable, but still threw my nerves into a fit. “Are you going to come in?” he asked. I searched his voice for a sarcastic tone or some type of underlying malicious intentions, for
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“Are you going to eat that?” Brad asked, eyeing my untouched cheeseburger. We’d been sitting in the food court for about twenty minutes, while I watched Brad inhale his food, but I hadn’t touched mine. My appetite just wasn’t there. I was still feeling self-conscious and I didn’t like being in such a crowded place. “Help yourself.” I replied, sliding my food over to Brad. “You’re not hungry?” he asked incredulously. Usually the both of us were bottomless pits when it came to food. “Nah.
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! In retrospect, it was probably a terrible idea to let Travis drive his car, Dennis decided. But he’d been so upset, that Dennis doubted he would have denied him anything when he’d asked for the keys. It hadn’t taken him long to regret that decision when his Oh-shit handle got more of a workout than it ever had before as Dennis held on desperately from the passenger seat. “Where are we going?” he finally got brave enough to ask. “See a friend. Be there
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! 5 months earlier October Owen couldn’t remember the last time he’d enjoyed Halloween, but nevertheless, he browsed racks full of costumes across from Lacy Chapman as she pulled a pitch-black wig of synthetic hair over her blonde head. “What do you think?” she asked, tilting her head to give him a better vantage point. Owen smiled at her. “I thought Ryan talked you into going with him as robots.” “I’m too pretty to be made out of metal,” Lacy in
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! Travis came awake to the sound of Allan cussing. “I’m sorry!” Travis said immediately as he realized what the problem was. Still half asleep, he scrambled out of bed to watch as his brother quickly started peeling wet sheets off the mattress. “You shoulda gone before bed!” Allan complained, but his expression didn’t match his hard tone as he looked over his shoulder at the way his brother was soaked. “You’ve gotta get cleaned up. Come on, grab something
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! Dennis groaned inwardly and bit back his objection when Travis blindly pushed past him carrying two tall boxes he likely couldn’t see over before depositing them unceremoniously inside of the door so he could take a better look around. Not sure what was in the boxes and hoping that nothing was broken, Dennis put down his own load and quickly turned one of them upright where Travis had dropped it, only to look around and find that the shirtless brunet had di
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! Dennis closed the blinds in his living room, wishing he could block out the sound of traffic outside along with the late-afternoon light. Slowly, he removed his shoes and came back to the sofa barefoot to sit in front of it, amused as he looked at the figure stretched out over the cushions, his dark head half on, half off the arm. The only time Travis was truly silent was when he was asleep, and Dennis never really got to see it. Though he knew better than
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! 9 months later--December Whassup, Aiden! I can’t pull whassup off, can I? (Michael says so.) Whatever. Pretend I can. It’s butt cold here. Who the hell created snow, anyway? Yes, I’m still working for Gordon, why? Awesome Christmas party. That man knows how to throw a party. Besides, he’s F.W.I. (Fun while intoxicated) Came up with that all by myself. It’s true, though. Bet I can make him dress in a pink bunny suit for Easter. What d
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! Dennis held the café door with his back while keeping both hands firmly around the warm cup of chocolate they’d spontaneously stopped for as he allowed Travis to pass. Not seeming to care that other patrons were waiting to exit, Travis stopped in front of Dennis and held up his drink. “Try mine.” Dennis made a face. “Why? I have the same thing. Will you move?” Travis shook his head, pressed his cup closer towards Dennis’s face. “Mine’s better.” “
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! Sunday, 9:01 a.m. With a glare towards the front passenger door of his car, where Dennis was standing, Dennis roughly shoved three grocery bags into his trunk and slammed the top down. “You know what I can’t figure out?” he said. “Whether or not I hate you.” Travis raised an eyebrow. “Huh. So what you’re saying is--there’s still time to sway your opinion on the matter?” “You know what else I can’t figure out?” Dennis continued. “Whether or not you hat
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! No need for a second opinion here. Travis Beltnick couldn’t stand Lyle Gordon. Everything about Dennis’s older brother irritated him. From the way Lyle looked disapprovingly at his brother, to the way the guy chewed his food. Everything about him provoked violent thoughts that seemed out of Travis’s control as he imagined what Lyle would look like roasted and folded as neatly over the dinner table as the roasted pig was. And speaking of the pig... well, tha
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