The dog had been taken out, the cat was once more hiding in fear and all was right in the world. A message was sent to Piotr, teasing but a lot nicer than he'd been lately. Tomorrow's my birthday. You owe me a gift. Kisses for ME!Then he sent another to Jean-Paul that was just pinpoint coordinates. When Jean-Paul arrives, he frinds himself in a ( Read more... )

Hey so, I'm all a high school graduate. Sort of. Well, I have my GED. Go me ( Read more... )

The test had been a lot easier than he'd thought it would be. Or else, he had failed miserably and overconfidence was going to be his downfall. He'd have the results in a week and, in the end, he wasn't worried about it. He failed, he failed. It was the next text he was truly worried about ( Read more... )

( OOC and he likes it like that )

One day he might apologize to Heather for his attitude. One day his first reaction to Silent Hill might not insanity tinged with panic. One day... Warren's life was becoming a lot of one days. One day he'd find the answer. One day they'd get their happily ever after ( Read more... )

Everyone has their annoying habits. Some bite their nails, leave the toilet seat up or maybe love their mother so much they ruin the lives of everyone around them. Time and time again. For Warren it seems dropping out is becoming a habit ( Read more... )

So dinner with the steel boy hadn't been that bad. He was quiet, but knew how to laugh and so maybe it could all work out. At least for now. Settling back into the house, he had asked Jean-Paul to meet him there. He was willing to share him with the Russian but that didn't mean he didn't want time alone with him ( Read more... )

He'd finally fled the room. Not so much that he couldn't take how adorable they were, in such an unconventional way, but because they deserved some privacy. He figured that John would have given him some if Jean-Paul was there, so he'd skipped out, giving them some ( Read more... )

( I hereby leave all my posessions )

It was starting to weigh hard on him and Warren hated it. He was seventeen years old. Another month and he'd be eightteen, an adult, and yet he felt like little more than a scared little kid, abandoned and alone. Liz was gone. Jean-Paul was living his own life. Warren had two choices and he hated both of them. Curl up in bed and let life pass him ( Read more... )