used to dream until I stopped writing fiction; [closed/COMPLETE HOLY CRAP]
Characters: Eric van der Woodsen and Maxxie Oliver [feltnothing]
Location: Eric's room and then...pinata shopping
Time: After the Gossipbomb
Content: Possibly heartfelt speeches and cuteness.
Format: Prose [mostly in commentform but three or so comments of aim!logging because Adri's internet sucks]
Eric is on his bed, face-down with his day clothes still on, with his eyes closed but not sleeping despite wanting too. His brain is thinking too fast to be able to do that. Thanks to Gossip Girl.
He liked being here, at this school. Not being known by anyone, not having to compare parents or trust funds like others did at St. Judes. Being just Eric and not having the family name attached to it all the time.
He wishes Serena were here. Maybe then he'd still have one person who still wanted to talk to him.
Location: Eric's room and then...pinata shopping
Time: After the Gossipbomb
Content: Possibly heartfelt speeches and cuteness.
Format: Prose [mostly in commentform but three or so comments of aim!logging because Adri's internet sucks]
Eric is on his bed, face-down with his day clothes still on, with his eyes closed but not sleeping despite wanting too. His brain is thinking too fast to be able to do that. Thanks to Gossip Girl.
He liked being here, at this school. Not being known by anyone, not having to compare parents or trust funds like others did at St. Judes. Being just Eric and not having the family name attached to it all the time.
He wishes Serena were here. Maybe then he'd still have one person who still wanted to talk to him.