Dated October 10, 2009:
The night of the lock-in, Marissa returns home to find Ray asleep in her bed. She confesses that she may be pregnant, and neither of them are particularly happy about it.

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Since she'd stopped living in her old self's house, it had fallen into disrepair again ( Read more... )

However dubious my reasoning for having another girls night, the fact remained that it was a good thing, a positive thing, a fun thing, and maybe personal motivation really didn't matter. I spent so much of my time around men that sometimes I forgot the benefit of having girlfriends ( Read more... )

Dated August , 2009:
After around a year on the island, it's definitely more than a little weird when our Orange County teens find themselves back in Newport. Even stranger, though, is when they discover they've brought new partners back with them. After waking up, Ryan and Lucy try to concoct a plan to explain Lucy's presence, while Marissa and ( Read more... )

As surreal as it was, the whole experience of getting tossed back and forth between the island and Newport in a time that wasn't his own, Ryan wasn't as fazed as he maybe should have been. It seemed natural somehow -- not the part where he'd been in some dream world of Seth's making, but how complicated it all was. His life on the island had, for ( Read more... )

She'd been here a year.  Longer.  The time moved so quickly for Summer Roberts that she started to wonder if her timing was incorrect.  So often in her life event after event happened until one year felt like three.  In a year's time she'd gone from the popular sidekick who partied and flirted to the girl dumped by Seth Cohen.  Another year later ( Read more... )

Life on the island was fucking surreal. But then, Henry had been faced with a lot of fucking surreal in his life. It was SSDD, really, even if the same shit here was different from the same shit he'd had back home. Ever since he'd heard dead people could come to the island, Henry hadn't stopped hoping, however slim that hope was. Good God, Maude, ( Read more... )

Generation Kill was not what Marissa would have called the most inviting of titles. Well, not for someone like her, anyway; she was pretty sure there were some Guns n' Ammo freaks out there who would leap at such a descriptive moniker. To her, though, it sounded like a bad horror story or maybe a really dry political manifesto. With just a ( Read more... )

Today, Emmy's a doctor. She's got her Mum's stethoscope around her neck and her daddy put her in a bandanna before he went to find clean t-shirts. She thought about being a baby doctor like her Mum but her doll wasn't very good at being sick. Then she tried to move on to Gordon, but he wouldn't stay still for long enough. Toby stayed too still ( Read more... )

Saturday mornings still meant rolling out of bed late, pulling on the nearest pair of jeans he could find, and stumbling towards some coffee. He actually kind of hated the taste of the shit, but it was like booze for the morning. Got you ready to go ( Read more... )