Wyatt woke up in his own bed, thankfully alone. Maybe the weekend had all been one crazy dream. Isabel couldn't have been a cranky pregnant woman. And he definitely wasn't gay and obsessed with sex. Okay, maybe the second part was true. But the images in his memories were too vivid and real to have been a dream ( Read more... )

Things had been going so well. So incredibly well. Well, except for the weird and deadly board game Isabel had found. (And, okay, except for flailing when Savannah came to him for sex advice.)

Then on Friday night, as Parents Weekend began, he and Chris had gone out for pizza so they wouldn't mope about not having parents there. And two ( Read more... )

It had definitely been a strange few days.

Tuesday morning he and Chris had gotten on a flight to Fandom. After checking in (wtf squirrels?), he'd found his room and gone out to meet people. Anders had seemed pretty cool and gave him food. He'd also met Turtle, Broots, Al, Pippi, Tyler, Tannim (his roommate, who was a mage, and that was ( Read more... )