The last time Pete Campbell was engaged, he hadn't had much of a hand in arranging the wedding that followed. As he stands in front of the bookshelf now, he can't say that he thinks it was much of a loss. He isn't complaining, not when there are still butterflies flitting around in his stomach, but the sheer volume of titles on the shelves (Wedding ( Read more... )

Back when Clark was in high school, his parents had very firmly been against his playing sports, and for obvious reasons: Aside from his physical advantage, there was always the potential that his powers would get away from him in the heat of the moment and he'd accidentally hurt someone. That didn't mean Clark didn't still long to be normal and ( Read more... )

When I'd first come up with the idea of Casino Night, I wasn't sure if it was even possible on the island. In retrospect, that might have been naive of me, because if there was anything I'd learned in over four years on Tabula Rasa, it was that its residents were capable of doing just about anything save getting home ( Read more... )

I couldn't tell you exactly when it was that I became a party-planning guru. Considering that I'd died at a party, you would think I'd be less than fond of them, but I'd forgiven my killer and apparently forgiven parties, too. In retrospect, I think my penchant for revelry arose from having been given a second chance at life, and not just because ( Read more... )

For the past couple of days, George had committed himself to being as selfless as possible. Of course, he had his own worries-- the end of term being less than a month away, for example-- but with both Mitchell and Sookie worried about council results, he'd tried his best to keep things pleasant and calm. That meant lots of well-wishing, being as ( Read more... )

Pete Campbell is thirty ( Read more... )

We had breakfast, all four of us together, and later, the girls'll go off with Kara and Tom and I'll have the night to ourselves. We need it, we really do, and it also means I don't feel like such a fuckin' asshole for askin' him to give me a few hours to be on my own ( Read more... )

The island had done it again. Whether it was pure chance or benevolence none of them would ever know, but somehow, someway, the place had seen fit to give them all booze again ( Read more... )

If you're reading this, I'm probably not around anymore...There's dirt under my nails. I don't know a fuckin' thing about gardening, but I don't have it in me to let his flowers die. It seems like a part of him, one of the only parts any of us have left, his ashes scattered in the dirt under the cascading blue bells and morning glories, the new, ( Read more... )

All in all, Lucy probably shouldn't have been surprised. It was the way of things on the island, that they were good for a while, steady, and then everything bad happened all at once; she'd long since stopped trying to convince herself that anything else was possible. To be ready for it, at least on some level, meant that it would be easier to take ( Read more... )