When Nate Young had received word of his twin's (BUT NOT IDENTICAL TWIN JUST TO THROW A TWIST IN THERE) death, he'd immediately caught a flight to the island his brother had ended up on to make arrangements for the body. But, when he'd arrived, he'd found that the body was gone ( Read more... )

Nathan's plan had been simple. Ever since losing his fucking cigarettes (and his joints, apparently) this morning, he'd planned on going to the mainland after class to score some more. And that had worked! He'd stocked up on cigarettes and was planning on having a party in his bedroom to celebrate but as soon as he got back on the fucking island ( Read more... )

Nathan was taking advantage of having a room to himself on this fine afternoon. His iPod was plugged into his speakers and the volume was up and up loud, blasting the best in British rock. If anyone, and Natham meant anyone, joked his music, he'd be liable to go insane and start taking out eyes with his guns of steel ( Read more... )

It was fucking cold. Nathan didn't have a lot of meat on his bones so he'd woken up shivering and had stayed shivering until the heat had started pumping and his fingers and toes had regained feeling. Peering out the window had told him it was both fucking cold and fucking snowing in fucking July ( Read more... )

Nathan hadn't had class since yesterday so he was starting on his nice, long weekend right now. It was kind of a fucking shame he hadn't done a goddamn thing with his now single room, using laziness as a convenient excuse. But today, he thought he'd finally be productive. After all, he had two beds, two desks, two of everything and he figured he ( Read more... )

Nathan didn't see any fucking need to get up early this morning. He didn't have any classes, there weren't any fucking spiders crawling up under his blankets to try and get way too intimate with him, and Ramona was even keeping her chirping to a bare minimum ( Read more... )

Ramona was still a pint sized blue chick and Nathan hadn't been able to sell her to a farmer for money. Of course, he hadn't been able to sell her because he hadn't tried to sell her but that was neither here nor there. The closest Nathan had ever gotten to a pet was the goldfish he'd had as a kid. That goldfish had lived for two days before ( Read more... )

Nathan was really wondering what people had against him having an unbruised, unmarked face because it seemed that as soon as it healed up, someone had to come along and bash it in again. This time, it had been fucking Kate and her newfound vampirism or some shit. Yeah, yeah something was going and he knew that wasn't her but that did not take ( Read more... )

It was still fucking raining. Nathan was getting tired of having to walk his ass through the pouring rain every single fucking day just to get to class. Umbrellas didn't always work and it was hard to block fucking horizontal and vertical rain unless you had multiple umbrellas and that would just make you look like a fucking twat ( Read more... )

There was a lot of fucking rain out there. Nathan was staring at it through the window like that might make it stop but it just kept coming down. He'd been out in it yesterday and even with an umbrella, he'd felt water logged and gross when he'd gotten out of it. he was going to blame that all on fucking Barry and his stupid ass ( Read more... )