John was the awesomest boyfriend ever. Really ( Read more... )

With only a couple weeks left in Fandom, John was spending the afternoon packing. All the comics and movies he'd acquired in the last two years were neatly organized into a box, minus a few he was hoping to make Jaina watch at some point (he still felt it his duty to educate her on Earth's culture ( Read more... )

Like John was dumb enough to consider going to the Flight Shed after last night's radio. He'd rolled his eyes at the many, many, voicemail messages Prof. Skywalker had left for him and had gone through his typical Friday activities instead, only returning to his bunk for a shower before dinner ( Read more... )

John was in his alcove, praying no one else in his wing was ever going to get lucky while he was there ( Read more... )

After getting nice and happily drunk in the sunshine out on the deck, John had found his way to class and gambled all afternoon. It was a trio of really nice events that left him sleepy and smelling of rum and suntan lotion ( Read more... )

It was like any other Saturday for John: He'd woken up, gone for a run, and had some cereal for breakfast. So he was 17 now, no big deal.

What was a big deal was that yesterday he'd met his girlfriend's double and been a complete idiot. Luckily she hadn't been too pissed about it, but John wasn't planning on making that mistake again. He ( Read more... )

Karal was right, the colored shots really were evil. He was only slightly hungover after a long hot shower and change of fresh clothes. He settled on his bed to possibly nap while reading the latest edition of The Fabulous Foursome.

His door was open.

[ooc: Conversation with tatooine_doofus is NFB, post open before or after though]