So last night? Had been about not-very-good choices.

This morning? Was about consequences.

At this specific moment, however, the morning was about slowly waking up and rolling over. And screaming. (Not at all like a girl, honestly.)

Eric had intended to get up early, he really had, but a late night of reading had led to a late morning. Still, he was up now, and dressed -- and completely unprepared to have someone pushing aside his curtain and stepping in ( Read more... )

After handwavily waking up with Arthur that morning -- and, um, saying goodbye to Arthur an hour or so later -- Eric had showered, had another waffle (this one with spiced apples on top), and gone out to town. He'd decided to stop by Pixie Dust, and see if there was anything needing doing before his shift tomorrow ( Read more... )

Eric was a little confused at the messages he was getting today. First, there was the girl who thought that Eric had said she was his mother. He called her back, not really sure what to say, but saying something anyway. Then there was the girl who called him a slut, which got a swift and indignant response ( Read more... )

It was strange, Eric couldn't help but think, as he came back into the room and set on his bed the large parcel he'd received in the mail. It was strange that his birthday had come and gone, and he'd not even thought about it until he received his present from his mother the next day ( Read more... )

Eric was glad, upon returning to his room on Wednesday evening, to find that Myn wasn't there. Not that he was avoiding his roommate, of course, not at all -- he'd only been very glad to see that Myn had left before he woke up on Monday, and even more glad when the same had happened Tuesday and today ( Read more... )

Hi, all! So, I'm starting tonight (shhh, it's still tonight until I go to sleep) and finishing up tomorrow a wipe-and-reinstall of my OS, to clear up some issues. And also switch back to Windows from Linux, as it's been giving me problems lately with a few things on my laptop. And also I miss Trillian and iTunes ( Read more... )

"Hi, you have reached the voicemail of Eric van der Woodsen. I can't answer my phone right now, but if you leave your name, number, and a short message, I'll return your call as soon as I can."

>BEEP

The conversation a few weeks ago had been interesting.

"I don't want to go to St. Jude's this year," Eric said, as he and his mother sat and ate room service at the table in their suite. "Can't I go to another school ( Read more... )