His dreams had been strange. Muted colors, the entire world skewed in weird ways he couldn’t pinpoint, like everything was too tall or he was too short. And the impression, through it all, that he was something other than human. At some point these images shifted, settled into the more familiar images of his usual dreamscape, that impression ( Read more... )

The play had gone well. While a part of him wished he could have made it down to Comic Con to see Karl and Zach, Chris had put that out of his mind, focusing entirely on the performance. By the time he walked out the stage door he was tired, yet riding that high from a night where everything had gone right. He’d signed a few autographs, even ( Read more... )

Six a.m. Chris rubbed his eyes, then rinsed out his coffee mug and made one last sweep through the apartment, checking one last time that he’d turned everything off and that everything they’d need had gone out. It was inevitable, really. He was the only one of them in L.A. full-time these days (or as close to full-time as you could get when you ( Read more... )