{Sam is lemonjock and used with love. I have never written him, so forgive me. It's also...short, but...HAPPY BIRTHDAY!}Brittany was curled up at Sam's side on the couch in her parent's house. He had one arm around her and his other hand held a bowl of popcorn. She had given up eating it and was just staring at the television, sucked in ( Read more... )

{ooc: Totally open to canon or elsewhere. Tell me where!}

[So Brittany is happy. She's happy and in a good mood, and everything is good right now ( Read more... )

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Why are you thinking about songs for me to sing to Santana? I never get solos. And I don't want to sing to her, I'm mad at her.

I think I should have more solos. You should make it happen.

Why are you talking about me? That's not a nice thing to do.

...but I'm a journalist and internet TV personality, I'm supposed to talk about people.

Why do we have to argue?

I think it's cool that we can read each others thoughts. It's like with Mr. Tubbingtons. Wait...what do you mean I'm in your head? That doesn't make any sense. Maybe you're ( Read more... )