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He's never seen her lie to her parents before. It's not the kind of thing he thinks about her or Tennyson doing ( Read more... )

Something private. Secluded. Warm. Dimly lit. Maybe kind of romantic if you squint your eyes. Not traditionally so, or anything; that crazy new modern kind of romance. It was really popular in 80's teen rom-coms ( Read more... )

It's a warm evening. The sunlight has yet to start fading ( Read more... )

"The kid's out boarding," Kevin explains when Gwen arrives ( Read more... )

Gwen's house sits quiet and still, with a single car in the driveway. The green and black striped Mustang doesn't seem to mind the lack of company. Kevin leans against the door-frame of the front door. The doorknob remains intact, as promised.

Kevin knocks.

...

Like a normal boy.

There's a soft clatter against Gwen's window as it's pelted by a shower of pebbles.

A tall young man with very dark hair stands outside. His large hands are shoved in the pockets of his jeans and his facial expression says he couldn't possibly be throwing stones. He's not without sin, after all. Far, far from it.

One guess as to who he is.

He doesn't take her to a restaurant. A restaurant would be full of other people. He doesn't wear a suit or bring her flowers, either. He doesn't come inside to meet her parents. He wouldn't really be Kevin if he did ( Read more... )

The mustang makes its way down empty streets past row after row of dark warehouses. They aren't abandoned, or run down. A few have the odd lit window behind which there may well be someone doing something, but for the most part most of them are shuttered and locked tight ( Read more... )