It was hard to decide which was a better way to start a weekend: Watching a video of Lois singing Joan Jett, or listening to drunken voicemails declaring love and that John had weird ears, whatever that meant. His ears were totally normal ( Read more... )

Thursday mornings were the perfect mornings to sleep in and then lounge around after his morning run. John had no classes, he had no job, he could do whatever he liked with his day.

And he liked sending e-mail.

To: Luke
From: John Subject: You'll never believe the stare ( Read more... )

John had thoroughly enjoyed his weekend. This was obvious from the dirt and sand caked to his sheets, clothes, and hair ( Read more... )

There was a new fish swimming in the tank, a mildly cranky turtle chomping on its dinner, and an eighteen-year-old laying on his bed, thumping his hand against the wall to the beat of the music playing ( Read more... )