More I Prefer the Mind Control. Dylan and Bonnie might just end up being regular friends, which is the relationship they have in this piece. Enjoy!

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“You really like Xan, don’t you?” Bonnie says. She pulls her legs up to her chest and wraps her arms around her knees, resting her chin on them as she sits on the edge of my bed.

( 'As a...person,' I say, raising my eyebrow. )

More I Prefer the Mind Control. I'm also using this for hc_bingo prompt "culture shock." I'm definitely still playing around with what happens in this verse, lol. I hope you enjoy!

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“I can’t believe you’re drinking that weird blue stuff,” Bonnie says, narrowing her eyes at my glass.

( It’s full of a blue bubbly liquid known as Zimaran Blue or ZB. )

More stuff that might happen in I Prefer the Mind Control. I'm jumping around quite a bit in this draft of the story, haha. Enjoy!

---------I’m walking down the street late at night when I hear something I never thought I would hear again -- fucking bullets, flying at me. The whizzing sound is the exact same as when someone tried to kill Xan. Only ( Read more... )

Possibly the beginning chapter for I Prefer the Mind Control. Dylan has a *totally* different relationship with the Bonnie character in this version. Enjoy! :)

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Do you have any good excuses for why a perfectly upstanding student like me might not have his math homework done? Hey, don’t look at me like that -- I am an upstanding student. ( Read more... )

This is fanfiction for I Prefer the Mind Control. I might rewrite that one so that certain major problems with it are corrected. My mind was inspired to write in that universe, so here you go. Enjoy!

---------“You drove thirty miles, each way, to buy coffee beans so your precious roommate could eat them,” Bonnie mutters. She hugs her knees to her ( Read more... )

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A million years, or close enough, passed, and I still hadn’t gotten my doomed French test grade back. I needed to fucking know just how badly my GPA was screwed. I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I should have studied for any number of things, but something else occupied my mind.

( Preston's family was visiting today. )

Here's chapter 4 of my I Prefer the Mind Control. Here's hoping the rewrite is sufficiently awesome!

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---------The main cafeteria did a brilliant job of utterly wrecking my appetite, but I found myself here for lunch anyway because of my fucking meal plan. Preston sat across from me, staring into his unidentifiable chicken dish. ( Read more... )