The night had been a good one. It was a sleepy, slow, warm night in Tree Hill. Luke and Libby had spent it at Trick and Libby had done some singing. The crowd had liked her songs as well. Overall, Libby was happy ( Read more... )

*regarding the smotingLibby fluctuated between being irate and being amused at the latest turn of events. She'd gotten her revenge on Luke though so she was erring on the side of amused at the moment. She walked into the living room where he was writing and hesitated a moment before she spoke ( Read more... )

Your Outfit Says You're Spirited


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Libby was tired but she was also nervous and keyed up. Usually nightfall calmed her nerves, made that itch go away and gave her a chance to really breathe. Tonight, it wasn't working. She'd been in the truck for ten hours almost straight because she hadn't wanted to stop, hadn't wanted to give anyone that might have been following her a chance to ( Read more... )

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"La connaissance charnelle, ma cloche."“Just bring it home,” she says, eyes still on the TV, “And speak English. You’re in America now, Frog Boy ( Read more... )