All right, the holiday season was officially here, so Mitchell couldn't put this off any longer ( Read more... )

The doorbell rang ( Read more... )

Mitchell didn't spend as much time going back and forth between his UK and Fandom as he used to; the two weeks he'd spent there a little while ago had been an aberration. Now, though, he was considering going back again, if simply to find out exactly why Nina had somehow forgotten about Kemp ( Read more... )

He'd promised Kate and Jack Saturday. So Saturday it was. Mitchell wasn't sure he was up for it being Saturday so soon ( Read more... )

Unlike what certain blonde parties might have presumed, Mitchell hadn't high-tailed it off the island after all. He was still here, methodically picking through everything he knew - partly so he'd be prepared, but mostly because he didn't relish the idea of having to deal with Eric hitting him again.

But he was starting to run out of crap to find ( Read more... )

Mitchell was planning on heading back up to Bristol sometime ... soon. If he was entirely truthful, he wasn't looking forward to his trips quite as much as he used to. The tension in the house had been racking up lately, and Ivan's warnings still rang heavily in his mind ( Read more... )

It wasn't that Mitchell didn't know he had to go home eventually. He just... didn't want to. Yet. He'd been trying to figure out the Lauren conundrum by applying his mind to it, but the only thing he could think of was to confront Herrick about it ( Read more... )

Tomorrow, Mitchell was going to head back into the considerable danger zone that was his house.

Tonight, he was going to enjoy clinging to his hopes that Gilbert had somehow brought about a change in Annie, stuff a lot of beer in the fridge, and introduce a friend (well, acquaintance, really, but he was hoping on friend, eventually) to a wonderful ( Read more... )

Mitchell had woken up with a crick in his neck, somewhere out on the deck of the dorms. He hadn't gone through anything like that since... oh, at least the eighties ( Read more... )

Mitchell got in from Baltimore sometime just past noon. He hadn't listened to the radio for a while; now he had oceans of time, and he was planning to use them to catch up. After all, you did get tired of having a sixteen-year-old accuse you of being unaware what was going on all the time.

The first thing he did when he finished was leave a ( Read more... )