He waited there quietly, leaning against the sign for Miss Shannon's School For Girls and looking around, drumming his red tipped fingers on the sign. Inside Lydia was doodling in the margin of her notebook, yellow pencil becoming dull, her math notes being dutifully ignored. As soon as the bell rang Beetlejuice looked up, smirking. Girls poured ( Read more... )

"When I'm with you... it's all okay." Tre smiled and shook his head, reaching his hand back to the bottle on the table. Mike's eyes grew hard, yanking Tre's wrist away from the vodka ( Read more... )

   Their first kiss was chaste, her soft, pink, cherry flavoured lips on his. And after, he rested his chin on the top of her golden hair, stroking down her back and smiling. He'd wanted this with her for a while. Years, in fact. But she was eighteen now, and that's when they both knew that there was no sense in holding back anymore of the tension ( Read more... )

     "Is that thing even useful for anything else but openin' doors, Doctor?" Rose questioned, arms crossed as she looked quizzically at the sonic in The Doctor's hands. The Doctor's head snapped up in the direction of her voice and smiled, nodding. He placed the tool back inside his pocket and then ran a hand through his scruffy, brown, hair. Rose ( Read more... )

   ((Okai so I have absolutely NO idea why. But uhm. I ship Sparly pretty hard. Like. Sparly is my second favourite pairing. Bike, Sparly, Trike, Trillie, Tomark. Don't kill me please ( Read more... )

    Tre ducked his head into the house, calling his daughter's name.

nbsp; "Mona c'mon!" He yelled impatiently. Ramona appeared at the top of the stairs, bag slung over her shoulder ( Read more... )

Shhhh I Need More RPing Partners Omfg ( Read more... )

So My Friend Was All, "I'm cold, and in need of RP." I'm A Good Friend ( Read more... )

You Owe Me So Much Fic ( Read more... )

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The two boys walked in comfortable silence to the back of The Armstrong's house. Mike opened the door that let them outside and then grabbed his friend's hand, making a beeline for his garage. Tre liked the feeling of Mike's rough fingers laced through his. It was..nice. Once Mike had gotten his makeshift home's door open he ( Read more... )