Christmas.

[tranquility612]

So here I am on Christmas eve in an airport. Its surprisingly not something that I'm feeling bitter about. I'm going home. I just spent a week in Texas then a week with my mother. Let's jut say my week with the boy was a whole lot better, but that was expected. I did enjoy the time I spent with my mom, but her husband( ew ) started to get on my

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[anonymous]

Reread this :D "Time with boy was good, can't wait to be with Arthur..." If I were you, I'd be less scared, knowing that I had written this a few days ago :)