Things were better, right? They were. He'd disappeared and come back, and the rest of the island was back to normal, and people's homes were returning, too. Hell, all of Warren's accounts and stocks had even returned ( Read more... )

Warren had just about had enough of... everything. After heading Karla off at the Causeway, after getting his bearings and picking himself off the ground and trudging back to his room, he'd done more... well, more moping with the rabbit. It wasn't until a few hours wore on that he reached for his phone, thinking maybe he'd call someone, or check to ( Read more... )

Okay. Things. There were things happening, and Warren needed to... to do something about them. Frat had been skipped last week because of the holiday, and this week, after losing his entire world, he just hadn't had it in him to coordinate anything resembling fun and games. He'd meant to go to the library to help research over the weekend, and that ( Read more... )

Look, Hercules had been warned ( Read more... )

Warren was not laying on his back in his room with a rabbit on his chest, listening to All By Myself and contemplating eating an entire tub of Ben & Jerry's ice cream all in one sitting.

He wasn't.

Well, he was laying on his back in his room with a rabbit on his chest, at least. But the rest of it? He was a Worthington. He was above that. So ( Read more... )

"Ohgod."

Warren was awake! Look at that!

"Ohgod ohgod ohgod."

It was entirely possible that he was remembering some of the things that had happened over the weekend.

"Oh noooooooo."

Things like shooting at a teacher, or trying to poison his girlfriend to death, for example. Things like that could probably completely overwhelm the senses. ( Read more... )