From here.

"Just checkin'," I say with a teasing smirk, pushing through the compound doors and stopping long enough to hold them open for him.

"Which floor?" I ask, walking back toward the elevator.

I can make part of the trip in the ATV, but part of it's always a hike. So, I've got plenty of time to think, which means there's no excuse for why I don't realize 'til I'm already almost there how stupid of an idea it is. But it's a habit. When shit's bad, when I know it's gonna be, I haven't been going to Dean or Sirius or Charlie or anyone else ( Read more... )

It's not like I'm looking for him. Not really. But after weeks of giving him space, I've had my eye out. I've been wondering, maybe even worrying, since somewhere along the way I started giving a shit ( Read more... )

Neil McCormick's Council Bid for Fall 2011

It's been a while since I've really been out on the water. Thankfully, it's not something you really forget. The way the board feels under you. The way you feel almost weightless, like you can do anything, all that power roaring beneath your feet. When I drag myself onto the sand, my muscles ache in the best possible why. I'm tired, drained, but I ( Read more... )

We had dinner, like a family, but that only seemed to make it more obvious how many chairs around the table are empty now. The girls are moody, angry and cranky and sad, even though they don't always seem to know why, but when we sit at the table, the three of us, it's like they know how thin a thread I'm hanging on by and they just... behave. They ( Read more... )

I don't know how the fuck I got here, that night. Ninety-nine percent of the walk there is a complete blur. I kind of remember falling into a bush and staying there for fuck knows how long, but the rest? Just a big black hole of fuckin' nothing, until that morning, when I woke up feeling like absolute shit and drooling on his pillow ( Read more... )

from here"I don't know," I admit, looking back at him with a grin, walking on bare feet back toward the elevators. The doors open and I slip inside, pressing the button for the bottom level, only 'cause I know that most of the empty rooms are down there ( Read more... )

I can't explain away the fuckin' emotional roller coaster I've been on, I can't blame it on girl hormones, even though, yesterday, in the middle of an hours-long sob fest, I started kind of wondering if this is what PMS feels like. It's been building for a while, boiling under the surface, spilling out through cracks, and some days, it feels like ( Read more... )

This is just...

It's stupid, at this point. Fuckin' pathetic and cliche and just boring, and I know all that, but I just... I don't care. Yesterday, I was fine, and the day before, and the day before, but it's been weeks and it's piling up, and there were a dozen other people I could've come to, but all of them would've just worried. I don't want ( Read more... )