Spotted: What is that we see? Chuck in an act of domestic bliss with little miss Texas? Don't worry, it does seem they have other things on the menu that aren't quite so innocent. Good to know you can still corrupt the girls C, otherwise we'd be worried about you and L.

Of course, catching C and Lonely Boy actually talking? Of course, your ( Read more... )

Lisey gets up, brushing off the snow that had stuck to her knees as she'd knelt to check the mulled wine and cider. The fire seems to be keeping it at a good temperature, and she's satisfied that they'll have enough hot drinks to warm up their guests after a few rounds on the frozen pool - that is, assuming that anybody turns out. But it's a lovely ( Read more... )

It was Christmas Day, and in the world of Saint Nick, that meant only one thing: making sure that every girl and boy got their piece of holiday cheer. Nick'd been hard at work for weeks now, using his time on the island not only to acquaint himself with the people but also to craft enough gifts to ensure everyone had a happy holiday. It might not ( Read more... )

Spotted: Two friends out for a walk on a cold winter's day. Or is that all it was? Looks like Chuck and Lyla haven't been entirely honest with each other, and once they were? That play fighting seemed to be turning into something a bit hotter and heavier. Watch out guys, I don't know that everyone on the island is going to be quite as happy ( Read more... )

SPOTTED: Chuck Bass, running straight from an explosion of Upper East Side proportions to the nearest warm body he can find. It's nice to see C returning to form, we have to say, but it'd probably be even nicer for him if he could manage to get into form, if you know what we mean. Seems like news of B's exploits has claimed yet another victim. Chin ( Read more... )

Hailing from Southern California, Shari's experience with snow was limited, at best. She'd spent some Christmases in the Lake Tahoe area with her family, and had been on a couple of skiing trips, but she'd always spent most of her time indoors by the fireplace and had never really understood the concept of enjoying snow. The cold didn't agree ( Read more... )

Lyla had never seen snow ( Read more... )

Feeling alone, Lyla goes out to see Tim, bottle of moonshine in hand. They talk a bit about football and other unrelated things before it starts to get personal. And before she propositions him, a proposition he rebuffs. Of course that doesn't go down too well, but she ends up admitting a few things, mostly that she doesn't know what she wants ( Read more... )

Kate is burning up. Not even burning up; she's passed burning up and now she's melting into a giant, pregnant puddle of goo. And it's partly, probably even largely, hormonal. Eight months of Sam Crew sitting in her belly, nerves, insane bursts of estrogen and the heat wave have combined in disaster. Or a raging headache and a sweat problem, at ( Read more... )

Sometimes, even for Saint Nick himself, it was hard not to let the modern world get you down. Kids weren't asking for dolls and teddy bears and toy trucks anymore, they were asking for Wiis and iPods and Guitar Hero. These days Nick was starting to feel more like a distributor than a craftsman ( Read more... )