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Room 507, Saturday Morning
Living alone, Lucas wasn't used to a lot of noise in his room in the morning. Let alone movement on his bed...
"Gnuh?" He sleepily looked around the room, only to be assaulted by limbs wrapping around his neck.
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Room 307, Sunday Evening
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
-T.S. Eliot
Well, it was April. And he was feeling rather like he'd been mixing the old with the new. To clear his mind, Lucas had set himself up with paper and pen at his desk, writing a letter, telling Coraline all ( Read more... ) -
Room 307, Tuesday Night
Opening the door to his room, Lucas really hadn't expected streamers. Or balloons. He experienced only a moment of wonder before realizing what had taken place. "Brooke," he said, shaking his head, but smiling for the first time in a couple of really crappy days ( Read more... ) -
Room 307, Wednesday Morning
Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.
-Nathaniel Hawthorne
Nathan had been short with him on the phone. As if Haley going on tour with some guy was Lucas' fault because he wasn't home to talk sense into her. Still, Lucas felt like he should be there for his little brother. They'd only just gotten to the point where he could consider ( Read more... ) -
Room 307, Saturday Night
Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength enough to prevent, it seldom has justice enough to accuse.
-The Vicar of Wakefield
Lucas had made himself scarce the last day or so, focusing on doing some drills in the gym and reading those Dorothy Parker books.
Lucas liked to think drunken one-night-stands weren't really his thing ( Read more... ) -
Room 307, Early Wednesday Morning
Packing for Mexico, Lucas discovered that box that had been left at Wonders for him on Monday stuffed in his backpack. He couldn't believe he'd forgotten about it and was sort of intrigued, so he ripped into the package quickly ( Read more... )