A/N: Inspired by the Lifehouse song

"How do you know it's for real this time?"

Despite the amused tone in his friend's voice, Emil still felt the sting in the words. "I'm just sure of it. Does there have to be a reason for everything?" he asked.

"No, but I'm only asking based on your track record," Vic said, crossing his arms over his lab coat. "I' ( Read more... )

A/N: An examination of Ida and Mark's relationship, from Ida's POV. Inspired by a song on the Slumdog Millionaire soundtrack

It Is Written

Contrary to what everyone thinks, my first meeting with Mark was not in February of 2008. Our paths had crossed time and again before that; it was inevitable in that small neighborhood where we went to school. San ( Read more... )

A/N: More pairing story. Ida/Mark this time

Sway

"Exactly why did you take up ballroom dance again?"

"It was required in school. I had no choice in the matter."

Mark shook his head as he held his partner's hands. "Now thanks to our boasting, we're supposed to do this exhibition. How again?"

Ida gritted her teeth. "You lead. I follow. We know the ( Read more... )

A/N: This is what happens when one is bored while studying, and listens to the song “Love Shack”. Whether it’s the B-2 original or the Glee cover, it doesn’t matter. It’s enough to inspire an interlude about two desperate students taking a much needed break.

Tin Roof Rusted

November 30, 2013

The streets of Dagat-Dagatan were, in most ( Read more... )

A/N: A short bit

Aftermath

"In hindsight, maybe we should have made plans for Valentine's Day."

Ida rolled her eyes as she grabbed a pillow back from Mark. "You honestly think that would have happened---what with the girls' parent-teacher conference, Dan having a game, and taking care of Neil around the clock? Not to mention work---"

Mark stopped her ( Read more... )

To Make It Better
It was understood by the baristas that the Edge Cafe's first aid kit had to be left out on the counter every Friday night. In fact it was right by Marce's elbow the moment she saw Emil and Darren practically stumble their way into the door.

"Another fight. Sorry Marce," Emil grunted as he dropped Darren on a chair. His knuckles ( Read more... )