Sunday morning, Room 311
Tyler woke up and stretched, in a pretty good mood for him. The blues had lost the basketball game, but he hadn't played too badly. And the afterparty had been fun, even if he wasn't quite sure what to make of the idea Alec was part cat.
And he had plans for the day -- seeing how Walter's wires worked. That didn't suck.
He didn't even think to check his voicemail or To: Tyler.Durden@Fandomhigh.edu
From: cinderella.suicide@gmail.com
You could at least have told me you had a little girlfriend. Not that I care, it would have just been useful information.
-M
as he went to find breakfast, nor did he notice that his journal had been moved and replaced.
And he had plans for the day -- seeing how Walter's wires worked. That didn't suck.
He didn't even think to check his voicemail or To: Tyler.Durden@Fandomhigh.edu
From: cinderella.suicide@gmail.com
You could at least have told me you had a little girlfriend. Not that I care, it would have just been useful information.
-M
as he went to find breakfast, nor did he notice that his journal had been moved and replaced.