I've been making arrangements, I have. *smiles happily, pulling into the valet parking area of the hotel Jonny is staying at* It's taken some legwork, but I've a plan in the works. Aye. And it's a good one this time ( Read more... )

I've been keeping a keen eye on things, I have, since I last saw my wee Michael out and about with Leonardo. And I've learned quite a fair bit about the goings on hereabouts ( Read more... )

Leo asked Michael out on a date, darlings, and to my utter shock, he accepted ( Read more... )

*sits at the kitchen table, talking to a detective*

No, officers, I'd rather not go in to detail about who attacked me right at the present. Aye, if I change my mind, and would like to press charges, I'll be in touch ( Read more... )

*waits until Ewan pulls out of the driveway on his motorcycle and carefully crawls off the bed, sore and aching all over, and slips on a pair of pajama pants that almost fall off his hips*

*pads downstairs to the flower pot, where he hid the prepaid cellphone the night before, and dials Jude's number*

*stands in front of the bathroom mirror, shaving and splashing cologne on ( Read more... )

*has left the hotel, and is on his way to meet Ewan at a local diner, with about an hour to kill* *walks down a couple of blocks to a internet cafe, where he knows the owner from open-microphone nights and can surf without being charged ( Read more... )

*is on his way downstairs with Ryan, getting ready to go over and get Tove, so the three of them can show Jude the video*

I am really, really nervous about this. I mean, what if he doesn't really care about this kid? What if Tove isn't enough to intimidate him? What if it just doesn't work?

*takes a deep breath*

I can't think like that. This has ( Read more... )

I don't care what my ob/gyn says. Actually I do, but there comes a point when you have to say enough is enough. I've been in bed, flat on my back for weeks, with only my TV for company, and I think it's time I went out to find some daylight, and possibly actual human socialisation. Hayden has visited me once or twice, but his priority was spending ( Read more... )

When did all of this go so wrong?

After a cryptic and worrisome phone call from Michael last night, I spent the night pacing and smoking in an utterly useless manner. My darling Ewan, the love of my life, naturally did not call to tell me where he was, who he was with, or what he was doing. But I've become so used to worrying about Ewan that it's ( Read more... )