"Cartman," Ray calls into the hut as he enters, a slip of paper clutched in one hand and his other like, ready to slap over his eyes if Cartman is doing something traumatizing with women's clothing again.  He's been at the compound most of the morning, sorting out what's about to become The School Debacle, because annoying as it is, Nate has a ( Read more... )

He'd just wanted to watch a fucking movie.

Being smarter than your average trailer trash fucktard, he knew what Memoirs of a Geisha was, had considered picking it up from the library and reading it, preferably late at night and with a copy of Hustler around it so his mom wouldn't want to like, Have A Talk with him or anything ( Read more... )

Sometimes Ray feels like the only sane person he knows, except the part where he knows Nate Fick who is only arguably insane for dating Brad Colbert.

Because, you know, Brad is kind of fucked up, especially as of late, and that's totally fine and he'll get over it, and it's not really Ray's problem anymore anyway, but when he goes home he's got Walt ( Read more... )

He was more the type to bring greasy takeout and a six pack than flowers, but the island wasn't throwing one of its magic parties for this random March day, so he'd hunted down a patch of the hibiscus she'd left on his bed and snapped half a dozen of the fuckers from their stalk, before heading to her hut.

It was a little weird, to him, that their ( Read more... )

He was officially really fucking sick of the cold, and wishing he hadn't foregone that jacket.

He was also officially sick of...whatever the hell had him jogging out of the compound after his girlfriend--he just wasn't sure what that was yet.  Alcohol, exes, holidays?  He'd only miss one of the three if he had to blame them all.  Maybe he should ( Read more... )

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Much as he wasn't used to this part of a relationship anymore, he couldn't say he minded that their time was suddenly more about making out than talking.  Like food, and friends, there would be time for that later.  Logically, that meant there'd be time to make out later, but he was getting pretty fond of the lifeguard's stand ( Read more... )