Random Thoughts

For future reference...

Thu, 01 May 2008 05:57:19 GMT

001.	Beginnings.	002.	Middles.	003.	Ends.	004.	Insides.	005.	Outsides.
006.	Hours.	007.	Days.	008.	Weeks.	009.	Months.	010.	Years.
011.	Red.	012.	Orange.	013.	Yellow.	014.	Green.	015.	Blue.
016.	Purple.	017.	Brown.	018.	Black.	019.	White.	020.	Colourless.
021.	Friends.	022.	Enemies.	023.	Lovers.	024.	Family.	025.	Strangers.
026.	Teammates.	027.	Parents.	028.	Children.	029.	Birth.	030.	Death.
031.	Sunrise.	032.	Sunset.	033.	Too Much.	034.	Not Enough.	035.	Sixth Sense.
036.	Smell.	037.	Sound.	038.	Touch.	039.	Taste.	040.	Sight.
041.	Shapes.	042.	Triangle.	043.	Square.	044.	Circle.	045.	Moon.
046.	Star.	047.	Heart.	048.	Diamond.	049.	Club.	050.	Spade.
051.	Water.	052.	Fire.	053.	Earth.	054.	Air.	055.	Spirit.
056.	Breakfast.	057.	Lunch.	058.	Dinner.	059.	Food.	060.	Drink.
061.	Winter.	062.	Spring.	063.	Summer.	064.	Fall.	065.	Passing.
066.	Rain.	067.	Snow.	068.	Lightening.	069.	Thunder.	070.	Storm.
071.	Broken.	072.	Fixed.	073.	Light.	074.	Dark.	075.	Shade.
076.	Who?	077.	What?	078.	Where?	079.	When?	080.	Why?
081.	How?	082.	If.	083.	And.	084.	He.	085.	She.
086.	Choices.	087.	Life.	088.	School.	089.	Work.	090.	Home.
091.	Birthday.	092.	Christmas.	093.	Thanksgiving.	094.	Independence.	095.	New Year.
096.	Writer‘s Choice.	097.	Writer‘s Choice.	098.	Writer‘s Choice.	099.	Writer‘s Choice.	100.	Writer‘s Choice.

Beautiful

Sat, 08 Sep 2007 12:27:32 GMT

Proof Ferran does drugs

Sat, 04 Aug 2007 09:44:07 GMT

Mikki: I gotta figure out which of his secrets he would tell and it's not registering right now
Aaron: awww
Ferran: *pulls bed covers around him* *whispers* I see dead people
Shealtiel: *yawn*
Ferran: *camera close up on Sheal*
Aaron: XD
Ferran: and sometimes....
Aaron: *has still never seen that movie*
Ferran: *closer on Sheal*
Ferran: they don't know they're dead
Aaron: XD
Mikki: Ferran, you need to lay off the acid
Shealtiel: *deadpan* Don't worry so much. I know.
Mikki: Ferran is a dooooork, get used to it buddy
Aaron: *grins*

Mikki and her quizzes....

Mon, 30 Jul 2007 18:49:35 GMT

The Boy Next Door
Random Gentle Love Dreamer (RGLD)

Kind, yearning, playful, you are The Boy Next Door. You're looking for real Love, a lot like girls do. It might not be manly, but it's sweet.

We think the next three years will be very exciting and fruitful ones for you. Your spontaneous, creative side makes you a charming date, and we think you have a horny side just waiting to shine. Or glisten, rather. You enter new relationships unusually hopeful, and the first moments are especially glorious. If you've had some things not work out before, so what.

Your exact male opposite:
The 5-Night Stand

Deliberate Brutal Sex Master

On paper, most girls would name the Boy Next Door as their ideal mate. In the real world, however, you're often passed over for more dangerous or masculine men. You're the typical "nice guy:" without just a touch of cockiness, you're doomed with girls. A shoulder to cry on? Okay, sure. But never a penis to hold.

More than any other type, Boys Next Door evolve as they get older. As we said, many find true love, but some fail miserably in the search. These tarnished few grow up to be The Men Next Door, who are creepy as hell, offering backrubs to kids and what not.

ALWAYS AVOID: The Nymph (DBSD)

CONSIDER: The Maid of Honor (DGLM), The Peach (RGLM)

Link: The Online Dating Persona Test @ OkCupid - free online dating.

You should come back and visit and maybe kidnap me before the mud pie making.

Fri, 20 Jul 2007 17:59:14 GMT

Notes: Random somewhat OOC Ferran and Marco chat in AIM. They plot Marco's escape from Cherry Hollow and Dr. Davids mud therapy.

Marco: It felt nice to have a hug from someone that wasn't family, and someone that wasn't afraid of how I'd infect them with my germs. Ouch.

Ferran: I'm sorry man

Marco: I finally get mentioned in some way, aaand it's that. That sucks.

Ferran: Well, I have admitted to missing you, the DAY I got out... I was already missing you

Marco: Well, thanks.

Ferran: I know... I'm a sap

Marco: You should come back and visit and maybe kidnap me before the mud pie making.

Ferran: Are you sure you're ready to brave the big dirty world? I think it would only be so long before I got tired of your foot step counting and just rolled you everywhere in a wheelchair or something

Marco: ....So, my choices are wheelchair, or mud pies...

Ferran: Hey, with a wheelchair, we could get one of the nifty parking things!

Marco: That would make the counting number a lot smaller... Of course, I'll be in a wheelchair, so it won't matter...

Ferran: Precisely

Marco: Hmm...

Ferran: I still have no clue how I'd spring you out of Cherry Hollow though

Marco: ...That IS a problem...

Ferran: Hm...

Ferran: Well, from information that only Mikki knows... *cough* There was someone who has escaped Cherry Hollow before and he did it by throwing a chair through a window and kidnapping his doctor, but that sounds too messy to do for you

Marco: Yeeeaaah... That'd probably just end with me apologizing and trying to clean up the glass. Plus, JD could stop me, easy.

Ferran: Too bad his farm is most likely in the middle of nowhere, unless I follow you out there and before he makes you stick your hands in the muck, make a run for it

Ferran: I’ll keep the car running

Marco: That could work. That one!

Ferran:*grin*

Marco: He’s got a dog... I understand it's a big dog...

Ferran: Oh shit.... that could be a problem

Ferran: I’m terrified of dogs

Marco: What if you just pull the car up to wherever I'm standing and I hop in? And then we make a getaway before the dog comes?

Ferran: That crazy ass doctor might shoot the tires out

Marco: ...You're gonna leave me on a farm with a dog and mud and all sorts of animals and gross stuff, aren't you?

Ferran: In reality, yes... because Andrea would kill Mikki and Ali for making chaos of her game

Marco: Yeah, I know...

Marco: ...Plus, I would probably never actually break out of the institution. I signed myself in.

Ferran: True

Ferran: I just wish your doctor wasn't so brash

Marco: Me too.

I mean, com'on... Marco in a wheelchair being pushed around town by Ferran... that's priceless!

"I guess what I'm trying to say is... do you have feelings for me, Ferran?"

Fri, 20 Jul 2007 06:38:39 GMT

Who: Ferran and Maddox
What: Angst
Where: Ferran's room
When: Thursday afternoon, July 19

Ferran had a lot on his mind. Instead of losing himself in his thoughts, it was a lot easier to try to sort them out. He had learned that he did this best while playing his violin. He waited until he was alone in his room to pull the old instrument out of its case. After only minutes of playing, he was totally into the music.

Maddox sighed as he crawled out of the tree house that he had just been talking with Colleen in. He dropped down onto the roof of the first story of the house, then padded softly to his window. He made very little sound as he slid into his room via the window, then went to the door.

The sound of the violin floated to Maddox's ears, and he bit his lip. Sighing, he raised his hand to Ferran's door... and tentatively knocked.

Ferran stopped playing when he thought he heard a knock at the door. Putting the bow in the same hand as the violin, he went to the door and opened. "Oh hey," he mustered a smile, opening the door wider.

Maddox smiled and leaned against the door frame.

"What are you playing?" he asked. Sometimes Ferran's songs had names, right? He couldn't remember. The last time he'd heard Ferran play was at Cherry Hollow, and that had been a while back.

Ferran shrugged, and then laughed. "It started out as Bach, then morphed into... I don't know what... Some crazy mess from my head."

He chuckled and nodded. "It was nice, though," he complimented, then bit his lip.
"Can I talk to you for a while, Ferran?"

"Uh, thanks," he said slowly. He turned and placed the violin back in its case. He faced Maddox again. "Sure thing..."

Maddox entered the room fully and shut the door behind him, then took the liberty of sitting on Ferran's bed. "About what we've been doing..." he started, then halted. He sighed. "Okay, that's not the best way to start off... um. I guess what I'm trying to say is... do you have feelings for me, Ferran?"

Ferran paled. He took a deep, shuddering breath and slowly let it out. He wiped a hand across his mouth. How was he supposed to answer that? He let his hand drop and shrugged. "Well... I..." he sighed. "There are some there... yeah." By this point his face had flushed.

"Okay. We need to work this out," he said, taking a deep breath. "I have feelings for you, too, Ferran. I love you dearly. You're like a brother to me, and more recently... I guess you could say you're my lover. But I don't know if we can do anything more than that."

Ferran felt as if everything had just shattered. He knew their "fun" would have to end at some point, just didn't realize he'd allowed himself to become so attached. He crossed his arms and tapped his fingers against his forearms. "Yeah, you're right..." Ferran sighed. He wanted to ask why, figuring it had something to do with Colleen, but didn't say anything.

"I mean, we can still continue," he said, smiling, "And I'd love to stay friends.. but I feel like I've been leading you on. And I don't want to do that. I don't want to hurt you, Ferran. You mean too much to me for me to do something like that to you."

Ferran swallowed, not really knowing what to say. Continue? Stay friends? In other words, they'd merely be fuck buddies. Once again, Ferran was just a booty call. He sat down at the foot of his bed. "I gotcha completely," he said, returning the smile. Somehow it felt fake. So many things were running through his mind, mostly chastising himself for getting carried away.

"I don't want you to think that I don't feel anything for you, though," Maddox continued, wincing, "Cuz I do. I really do. You're very special to me... but... I just don't think that I like men the same way I like women. I wish I did, because you're really awesome... but I don't."

Ferran ran a hand through his hair, trying to make sense of what Maddox was saying. "I wish I could be so sure of which side I'm on..." he mumbled in admittance.

He winced again and sighed, then went over to Ferran. "I'm really sorry," he apologized again, "I feel like a complete jackass... but I didn't want to hurt you worse by not saying anything."

Ferran stared hard into Maddox's eyes, and then relaxed. "Don't be," he said softly. "I kinda knew this was how it was going to be from the get go."

That made him feel even worse. He sighed heavily and hugged him to him, and he didn't let go for a long time. When he finally did, it was with deep regret.

Ferran held tight when Maddox hugged him. After they released the embrace, Ferran sat quietly, not really knowing what else to say. Sure he felt a bit hurt and crushed, but what could he do?

"I'm going to go to my room now," he murmured sheepishly, then ruffled Ferran's hair the way he always did.

With that, he went to the door, opened it, and closed it shut behind him to leave Ferran to his no-doubt terrible feelings. He had his own to face as well.

Ryland Barrett

Thu, 19 Jul 2007 06:53:52 GMT

· × · I N F O R M A T I O N · × ·
Name: Ryland Barrett
Single or taken: Taken
Birthday: May 7
Sign: Taurus
Siblings: n/a
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Hazel
Height: 5'6"

· × · R E L A T I O N S H I P S · × ·
Who are your best friends?:
You have a boyfriend/girlfriend?: Will

· × · F A S H I O N | S T U F F · × ·
Where is your favorite place to shop: American Eagle
Any tattoos or piercings: No

· × · S P E C I F I C S · × ·
Do you do drugs?: No
What kind of shampoo do you use?: Pert Plus
What are you most scared of?: Being alone
What are you listening to right now?: Nothing
Who is the last person that called you?:
Where do you want to get married?: I don't think I will get married
What would you change about yourself?: My shyness

· × · F A V O R I T E S · × ·
Color: Green
Food: Lasagna
Boys names: idk
Girls names: idk
Subjects in school: Art
Animals: Birds

· × · H A V E | Y O U | E V E R · × ·
Given anyone a bath?: No
Bungee jumped?: No
Made yourself throw up?: No
Skinny dipped?: No
Ever been in love?: Yes
Made yourself cry to get out of trouble?: No
Pictured your crush naked?: I've seen him naked *blush*
Cried when someone died?: Yes
Lied: Yes
Fallen for your best friend?: Yes
Been rejected?: Yes
Rejected someone?: No
Used someone?: No
Done something you regret?: Yes

· × · C U R R E N T · × ·
Clothes: T-shirt, jacket and jeans
Make-up: I don't wear make up
Annoyance: The cold
Smell: Air freshener
Desktop picture: Blue
Book you're reading: none
CD in player: none
DVD in player: none

· × · L A S T | P E R S O N · × ·
You touched: Will
Hugged: Will
You yelled at: myself
You kissed: Will

· × · A R E | Y O U · × ·
Understanding: I try
Open-minded: Yes
Arrogant: No
Insecure: Yes
Random: Not really
Hungry: No
Smart: No
Moody: No
Hard working: Yes
Organized: Yes
Healthy: I'm under weight, does that make me unhealthy?
Shy: Yes
Difficult: idk
Attractive: I don't think so
Bored easily: No
Responsible: Yes
Obsessed: No
Angry: No
Sad: No
Happy: Yes
Hyper: No
Trusting: Yes

· × · W H O | D O | Y O U | W A N N A · × ·
Kill?: No one
Slap: No one
Get high with: No one
Sex it up with: *blush*

· × · R A N D O M · × ·
In the morning I am: with Will
All you need is: love
Love is: wonderful
I dream about: lots of things
Sexual preference: Guys
What do you notice first in the sex you're into: Attractiveness

· × · W H I C H | I S | B E T T E R · × ·
Coke or Pepsi: Coke
Flowers or candy: Flowers
Tall or short: Tall

· × · W H O · × ·
Makes you laugh the most: Will
Makes you smile: Will
Gives you a funny feeling when you see him/her: Will

· × · D O | Y O U | E V E R · × ·
Wish you were younger: No
Cried because someone said something to you?: Yes

· × · N U M B E R · × ·
Of times I have had my heart broken: Once
Of hearts I have broken: none
Of guys I've kissed: two
Of girls I've kissed: none
Of CD's I own: Not many
Of scars on my body: a few small ones

Part One

Tue, 03 Jul 2007 09:33:41 GMT

Who: Ferran and Maddox
What: Ferran's first day out of Cherry Hollow
Where: Harding household
When: Friday afternoon, June 29

It was early morning when Maddox got the call. Ferran would be ready by the afternoon. He got up and showered, went downstairs, had breakfast with his Grams, and then set out for Cherry Hollow. He didn't mind waiting for a little while for Ferran to come downstairs. When the orange-haired boy showed up, Maddox was grinning from ear to ear and leaning against the nurse's desk, chatting it up with her.

"Hey buddy," he greeted warmly, going over to give him a handshake and a tight hug, "Finally, huh? How's it feel?"

Ferran also grinned when he spotted Maddox. He put down his suitcase and violin to return the handshake and hug. "Well, I'm not exactly -out- yet seeing as how I'm still in the building," he chuckled. "It's great to see you, man."

"It's great to see you, too," Maddox replied without missing a beat, "Need any help with anything? The car's right outside." He smiled and hugged Ferran again, happy to feel a good, warm hug from a friend he hadn't seen in so long.

"Nah, I think I'm good," he smiled again. After signing out, he picked up his things and followed Maddox out to his car. The first thing that hit him was how hot it was. "My God... it's definitely summer out..."

He chuckled and nodded. "Yeah. Good thing the car has AC." Maddox opened the trunk for Ferran and lifted his things inside, then shut it. "The last time I went outside here, it was still kind of snowy out. Isn't that crazy?"

"Heh," Ferran snickered at Maddox's choice of words. He opened the car door. "I like the hot weather a lot better... I hate it when it's cold. Can't go swimming and all that fun stuff."

"Oooh, swimming," Maddox sighed, "That sounds so good right now. Maybe if the neighbors aren't home we can go sneak over to their pool. Or go take a midnight dip. They're always in bed by nine... they're kind of old. I think they only have the pool for their grandkids." He got into the car and strapped himself in, then turned the key to start the engine. "You hungry?"

Ferran's mind immediately went to the gutter when Maddox said 'midnight dip.' He mentally slapped himself for it. "Oh, swimming does sound like fun! Are you sure they wouldn't mind?" He hoped his voice didn't betray his thoughts. "Oh, yeah... I am actually..." He said when he finally realized Maddox had asked him another question.

"Nah, they won't care. They've known me since I was a kid... kinda. I mean, they know I live with Grams, but, other than that... I don't think they even know my name. They've caught me a couple of times, but they never seemed to care." He pulled the car out of the parking lot and grinned. "Grams has been cooking up a storm since this morning. Don't be surprised if she doesn't even give you a chance to walk in the door properly before trying to stuff something in your face."

"Is that all she does?" Ferran asked with an amused grin. "Although, I do have to admit I'm looking forward to a nice home cooked meal."

"Or seven or eight," Maddox sighed, smirking, "That's pretty much it. She cooks, she watches tv at night, and she goes to the church. That's Grams's life in a nutshell."

He leaned his arm against the car door and sat back in the seat. The radio was playing, but it was mostly for background noise. "Grams said to tell you that you can stay as long as you want or need. She doesn't mind."

Ferran had been leaning against the window, but his eyes glanced over to Maddox. After gazing at him for a moment, Ferran's darted back out the window. He blushed slightly. "That's sweet of her..." he said absently.

He smiled and nodded. "That's my Grams," he said wistfully.

The car ride wasn't really that long, perhaps fifteen minutes altogether. Maddox pulled them up to a rather nice two story house with quaint little flowers hanging around the small porch, and a long series of vines growing up the side of the house. He smiled at Ferran.

"We're home," he said as he turned the car off and got out, "Welcome to the Harding house."

Ferran looked up at the house after stepping out of the house. "Wow," he breathed. "It's nice...”

Maddox opened the trunk with the key and grabbed Ferran's suitcase and violin, then slammed the door shut. He smiled as he started moving towards the steps leading up the porch and to the front door. "Come on," he told him, "Grams has been waiting to meet you. Better not keep her waiting any longer or she might have a coronary."

Ferran wanted to protest when Maddox took his bags, but remained silent. He shook his head. Truth was he was also really anxious to meet this Grams lady he'd heard so much about. "Alright," he laughed following after Maddox.

The blonde boy opened the door and announced "Grams, we're home!" as he walked in. Grams, a small old lady with curly gray hair, hazel eyes, and thick glasses, came waddling out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. She cooed at Ferran and threw her arms open wide, then hugged him tightly. Maddox grinned from ear to ear. Vera was lumpy in all the wrong places, but the squishiness just added to her charm... and softness. She was like a living pillow being pressed against him. She hung on for a minute too long, so Maddox huffed.

"He's going to starve to death if you don't stop hugging him, Grams," he said with a hint of amusement.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, pulling away from Ferran, "I'm sorry, baby! Here, let's get you some food; come on."

Ferran returned Vera's tight hug. She reminded him of his grandmother... only fluffier. And he'd only met his grandmother a few times and none when he towered over her. He almost pouted when Maddox told her to feed him. The smell wafting from the kitchen was very tempting, though. He obediently followed Vera.

She toddled into the kitchen just a-babbling about everything she had. She directed him to the kitchen table and grabbed a plate, then began piling food onto it. Maddox grinned and made a small plate for himself, then sat down. He'd just eaten a couple of hours ago, but was feeling a mite peckish after smelling the wonderful foods his Grams had decided to make.

Ferran watched somewhat wide eyed at all the food. Maddox wasn't kidding. He gave the other boy a look similar to that of a deer in the headlights. "It all looks so good," he said smiling sweetly at Vera.

Vera beamed and looked incredibly pleased, then hefted another biscuit/roll/bread item onto his plate for good measure.
Maddox shook his head and took a piece of the bread, then nibbled on it. "I told you," he murmured to Ferran, "She's crazy."

Ferran still had a hopeless look, one that mostly said "I should have stayed silent." He thanked Vera and picked up his fork in order to dig in. He couldn't help the happy moan that escaped his lips. It was so good.

Vera and Maddox let him eat in peace and quiet, though she kept offering him refills of his drink even though he hadn't drunk all of it yet. Finally Maddox chased her out of the kitchen so Ferran could finish eating without her worrying over him so much. He sat back down and took a sip of her lemonade, then set the cup aside.

"When you're done just put your dishes in the sink. I'm going to go put your stuff in your room."

He disappeared from the kitchen for a few minutes as he walked upstairs to set Ferran's things down, then returned with a smile.

"I hope you like it here. It's peaceful, but just crazy enough to keep things in perspective."

Ferran was grateful when Maddox chased his grandmother out. She was a sweet lady, but tad over bearing with the shoveling of food. He was practically stuff before his plate was halfway emptied. He watched as Maddox left the room. It seemed kinda lonely sitting there by himself. When Maddox returned, he gave the other boy a happy grin. "Thank you," he nodded. He did take note that Maddox kept saying 'crazy' was he trying to imply something? "I'm stuffed...." Ferran groaned sitting back in the chair.

"She has a habit of getting a little overzealous," Maddox admitted with a faint smile, then put Ferran's uneaten food in the refrigerator. "Don't mind her. She'll calm down in a few days. Want to see your room?"

"If I can bear to move... yes," Ferran laughed.

Another grin spread across Maddox's face as he led Ferran upstairs. A call from downstairs alerted them that Vera was leaving to go up to the church to start cooking supper, and Maddox called out a "bye, love you!" as she shut the door. He opened a door wide so Ferran could enter the room.

"This one's yours," he told him, "Right across the highway from mine. Grams's is downstairs. It gets a little tough for her to get up here with her knees."

Ferran nodded, stepping into the room. He took a quick glance around the room. It seemed much roomier than the one he shared with Marco. Heh, he already missed the OCD guy. "It's great!" he smiled, hugging Maddox maybe a little too closely. Once again, he was indefinitely grateful toward Maddox and his grandmother. "I can't say enough how much I appreciate all this..." He pulled back and looked Maddox in the eyes before his face tinged with a light blush. He bit his lip and looked away.

"Don't worry about it," Maddox told him. He smiled faintly, then motioned to the furniture. "The stuff's a little dated," he said, "But it should work just fine. You can decorate how you like as long as you're here. Just don't go hanging goat heads around the room or something. Grams would probably try to exorcise you."

Ferran wrinkled his nose. "Well damn... guess I'll have to tell that one guy in the back alley to cancel my order..." he laughed and snapped his fingers.

A laugh bubbled up and out of Maddox's throat, a genuine, hearty laugh. He smacked Ferran's shoulder as he chuckled. "You're bad," he huffed, shaking his head, "Anyway. Shall we continue the tour?"

"What gave it away?" Ferran asked trying to appear astonished. He walked out of the room indicating he was ready for the rest of the tour.

Maddox shook his head again and grinned, then continued the house tour. He showed Ferran the rest of the upstairs, including his own room, then gave him a grand tour of the downstairs. It was a quaint house, and luckily, it didn't smell like old people. It actually smelled more like spice; cinnamon apples or pumpkin pie. Maddox smiled as he opened the back door.

"And this is my old tree house," he said, pointing up to a rather nice-sized tree house built into an impressive oak's arms, "That used to be my hideout."

"Whoa," Ferran whistled when he saw the tree house. He walked up under and squinted up. "Impressive." He grinned at his friend. To Ferran it was. He had never been lucky enough to have such an awesome thing.

"It's still sturdy if you want to go up in it," Maddox said, motioning to the ladder, "I tried it out the other day. It'll still hold. The guy that built it made it really nice. Real solid."

"Okay!" Ferran said enthusiastically. He stepped onto the ladder and climbed up and into the tree house. He walked to one of the windows. "Oh wow..."

Maddox climbed up shortly after him and smiled, then sat down on the floor. He'd had to replace his cushions and such since he came back, but they were new and squishy. He flopped down on some old couch cushions that he'd covered with fitted sheets to make big pillows, then scratched just beneath his eye.

"Pretty nice, huh?" he beamed proudly, "I used to come up here all the time. Now I haven't really had the time... but maybe this can be a secret place, when we don't feel like being alone or in the house."

"It really is awesome!" he grinned. Ferran turned and flopped down, sitting Indian style. "I never got to have a secret fort type deal..." He didn't say it as a mood killer, more of a way to show his amazement at the place.

"Well now you can share mine," his comrade replied with a faint smile, "Everything I have, I'll gladly share with you. I had to get rid of my old radio, but I'm getting a new one to put up here, so we'll at least have some music to listen to when we come up here. Usually, I read while I'm listening to music and spying on people."

Ferran smiled. He placed a hand on Maddox's arm and squeezed it gently. He turned and peeked out the window. "Spying, huh?" he raised an eyebrow. "Surely your old neighbors can't be -that- interesting to watch..."

"Not everyone around here is old," Maddox replied with a wicked grin. He took out a pair of binoculars and pointed them toward a house across the street. "Over there is a college girl on summer vacation. She never closes her blinds. Ever."

"Who's evil now?" Ferran smirked, jostling Maddox with his elbow. "Aren't you supposed to be saintly or something?" Ferran held out his hand as if to ask for the binoculars. "Or wait... lemme guess... you're her 'guardian angel.'"

Maddox blushed but grinned. "I didn't say she got naked or anything!" he protested as he handed the binoculars over, "But I've seen her in her underwear on more than one occasion. It's not like I'm a voyeuristic pervert all the time... just sometimes. And then I pray in the morning."

Ferran shook his head. He looked through the binoculars, but didn't see anyone in the window Maddox has pointed out. Instead, he looked pointed them down and examined the blades of grass. He pulled the binoculars away and looked at his friend with a smirk. "If that makes you feel better..." he grinned wickedly.

He simply shook his head and smiled. He knew it was wrong, but he'd already missed so much inside the institution, and he was going into the priesthood... he figured he should get all of his sinning out of the way before it made him a bad priest.

"So how long do you think you're going to stay?" he asked, changing the subject yet again.

Ferran put the binoculars to his face again. "I was just planning on staying the weekend," he shrugged. He put the binoculars down again and bit his lip. "I don't think I've even told my mom I'm out yet..."

"Only the weekend?" Maddox pouted, "No longer than that?" He didn't want to pout or guilt-trip Ferran into staying, but he had hoped that he'd get more time with his friend than a mere weekend.

Ack, the pouty face. Ferran snickered. "I don't want to over stay my welcome or anything..." he said carefully. In the back of his mind, he was hoping Maddox would ask him to stay longer.

"You wouldn't!" he exclaimed. He drew closer to Ferran and bit his lip. "You wouldn't overstay your welcome... ever. You're my best friend, my brother... you're Ferran." As if that should explain the point he was trying to make. He winced, then sighed. "Please stay," he finally asked, his tone beseeching, "Please?"

Ferran wanted to hide behind the binoculars again. Maddox was doing that cute thing. It was damn near irresistible. He forced himself to look into Maddox's eyes and smiled. "I guess I could stay a bit longer... at least until I explode from your grandmother's cooking," he gave a defeated huff.

His pout was quickly replaced by a grin, and he laughed as he hugged Ferran tightly. "Really? You promise?" he asked without letting go, "Don't play with me! I mean it!"

Ferran returned the embrace, a bit confused, but not ungrateful at the closeness. It was a different soothing feeling to be around Maddox. One he hadn't felt before, especially around Alex. He rubbed Maddox's back slightly out of habit before stopping. "I promise."

Maddox beamed and hugged Ferran for a few moments longer. He glanced up. He hadn't noticed that it was dark already.

"You probably want a shower," he said, looking a bit embarrassed, "Grams will be home soon. We can sneak out after she goes to sleep if you want, but there's really nothing to do around here."

"Aw." Now it was Ferran's turn to pout. "Is that just a nice way of saying 'You stink get out of my tree house?'" he laughed.

"If I wanted you out of my tree house, I'd suggest a much better excuse to get you to leave," Maddox said, grinning, "I'm just trying to be a good host and make sure that you're comfortable. That and I'm about ready to get to my Xbox 360." He laughed, then motioned to the ladder. "C'mon, before the bugs come out."

"Right, right," Ferran waved a hand dismissively. He climbed down after Maddox. "Oh my God... I just realized... A shower would be nice... an UNmonitored one... Holy crap..."

"Yep. You can do whatever you want now," Maddox told him, "It's kind of weird at first. Like, the first couple of nights I couldn't sleep quite right because I was used to the nurses coming in every fifteen minutes for checks... then it was just too quiet at home, ya know? But now... uninterrupted sleep, unmonitored showers, unmonitored bathroom breaks... and you can eat whatever you want, not just what's on a pre-existing menu. It's great."

"Geez, I'm going to have to make my own bed now," Ferran gave a hearty laugh. "I never could get it good enough for Marco..."

"That's okay. You only have to throw the covers on well enough to satisfy Grams... and she doesn't mind if it's a little messy." Maddox smiled as he opened the back door and led Ferran back inside. He locked the door behind him, then checked the front quickly to make sure that it, too, was secure. "Sorry," he apologized, "I'm still a little paranoid. Nothing ever happens in this neighborhood... but... the way I see it, better safe than sorry."

Ferran watched a bit interested as Maddox checked the doors. "No need to apologize," he said gently. "You realize I haven't even contacted my family meaning I'm still avoiding reality..." He huffed.

"I wouldn't call it avoiding reality so much as taking the scenic route to contacting people you haven't really spoken to since you got in," Maddox corrected, smiling gently, "It's shocking to be out all of a sudden and thrown back into life where everyone expects something different from you. Anyone would need a few days to recuperate."

"I might need years," Ferran muttered. "The whole seeing them... that was unnerving... And Dr. Moliere wants us to continue group therapy..."

"Then stay here if it's easier for you. Take all the time you need. I don't know the whole story so I can't really give you advice beyond that, but... I'd say just take it one step at a time, figure out what you think is best for you, and go with that. Meanwhile, Grams and I would be more than happy to be your wingmen." He winked, then patted his shoulder. "We're here for you."

"I appreciate it," he smiled. Part of him wanted to tell Maddox the whole story... or at least a better version of it than he had received while they were out in the snow. There was still that nagging feeling that Maddox might shun him or see him in a lesser light. Ferran leaned in and gave his friend a quick peck on the cheek. He then blushed furiously at his bold move. "You know... I.... um... shower..." He threw his arm over his shoulder as if to point towards the bathroom. "I'll... uh... figure things out," he stammered before turning to go up the stairs. He tripped on a couple in his rush.

Maddox blinked in surprise at Ferran's peck, but simply smiled and blushed, putting his hand up to the place where Ferran's lips had touched his skin, as he went up the stairs.

Ferran searched the bathroom for a towel and washcloth. He kept looking over his shoulder half expecting to see an orderly come in to watch him. He finally found what he was after. He pulled off his clothes and threw them haphazardly on the floor. Ferran paused to glare at himself in the mirror. He was still slapping himself mentally over his rash action.

When he finished his scalding shower, Ferran peeked out of the bathroom. He had gathered his clothes and was now wrapped in a towel. He scooted into his room and shut the door. Once he was dried off, he slipped on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Even though it was in the middle of summer, Ferran never liked shorts. He left his feet bare. His hair was still a bit damp, but he didn't mind. Ferran flopped on his bed for a moment, not really knowing what to do next. He'd only been in Maddox's house for a few hours and had already messed things up. Finally, he came to the resolve that he would go find his friend and apologize. Tentatively, he crept down the stairs.

Maddox was cleaning up a little in the kitchen for Vera so she wouldn't have to do it when she came home. He loaded the dishwasher -- which he had only recently talked her into getting -- and shut the door after putting the soap in. He turned it on, then began wiping down the counters. If anything was bothering him, he was damn good at hiding it; and it wasn't like Maddox to hide anything.

When Ferran entered the kitchen and saw Maddox, he blushed again. Instinctively he put his wrist to his mouth, but of course he wasn't wearing his worn jacket. He put his arms behind him and leaned against the door frame. He continued to watch Maddox for a moment trying to gather the courage to apologize. "I'm-" he started, but just as quickly stopped. "Is there anything I can help with?"

He turned around to regard Ferran, his expression inquisitive at first, then a soft smile. "Nah, just straightening up a little for Grams," he explained with a shrug, "Nothing really left to do. So how was your shower? Paranoid?"

Ferran still didn't move from his spot at the entrance. "A bit," he said honestly. "I kept expecting someone to be watching me... but whenever I looked.... and yes... I -looked- no one was there..." He pulled his arm to the front to chew at the invisible sleeve before running a hand through his damp hair instead. Hopefully the cover worked. "Um... about what... I..." The teen was still choking on his words.

A slim blonde eyebrow raised, and Maddox cocked his head slightly to the side. "What?" he finally asked, unable to contain his curiosity. Why was Ferran acting so strangely now? As if it dawned on him, he nodded. "You're feeling awkward about the kiss, aren't you."

Ferran seemed a bit shocked at Maddox's bluntness. He half expected the blonde to pounce him then and there, but he wasn't like that. Right? Ferran swallowed. "That's... a good way to put it," he managed a shrug.

"Don't be," he said as he wiped off the table with a towel, "It's cool." Maddox folded the towel over the back of a chair, then turned to Ferran. "I don't mind if you don't."

Ferran had to stop his expression from changing to that of an expectant puppy. He pushed off the door frame and walked to the table, placing his hands on the back of one of the chairs. There was nothing he wanted more in that moment than to take Maddox and kiss him again. He licked his lips slowly, wishing that Maddox's taste was still there. "You don't?" he asked slowly. It wasn't what he meant to say, but it came out anyway.

Maddox's blue-green eyes locked on Ferran's, and he shook his head slowly. "No," he answered. His voice was soft, warm, inviting, and held a hint of hesitance. How couldn't he be? He never had any other kinds of experiences with other boys. Ferran had been the only one who had dared -- or bothered -- to kiss him, even if it was just a couple of pecks.

Ferran came closer to Maddox. He ran a finger along the other boy's jaw line. Ferran could feel his own heart pounding. Gently, he cupped Maddox's chin in his hand and raised it slightly. He pressed his lips to Maddox's.

To say that Maddox was inexperienced would be an understatement, but his lips were soft and slightly parted. He was excited but relaxed as Ferran kissed him, and he eagerly offered more of his lips and mouth by parting them a little farther. He nibbled lightly on Ferran's lower lip, closing his eyes.

Ferran was relieved at the reaction. He moved his hand to Maddox's shoulder. Ferran felt ecstatic at the kiss. He deepened it by allowing his tongue to enter the other boy's mouth.

Maddox groaned and wrapped his arms around Ferran, wanting to be closer. He opened his eyes suddenly and looked towards the door. He heard a door slam, and he looked to Ferran, his eyes wide with panic.

"Upstairs," he whispered breathlessly, "Before Grams comes in!"

Ferran leaned in closer when Maddox wrapped his arms around him. He jumped when he heard the door slam. After following Maddox upstairs he turned to the boy. "Won't she come looking?" he asked in a whisper.

He grinned slightly, "Not if she thinks we're asleep," he answered as he opened the door to his bedroom and ushered Ferran in. He turned the light off and waited a few moments, then grinned and bit his lower lip as he turned back to Ferran.

"I think the coast is clear," he whispered.

Ferran peeped around Maddox at the closed door. "Just like that?" he asked in a hushed voice, a bit disbelieving that Vera didn't open the door or something.

"Yeah. She doesn't open the doors that aren't hers," he continued to whisper, "It's really nice. She stopped doing that a little before I left for Cherry Hollow. She'll only come busting up in here if I have to wake up really early and my alarm doesn't go off."

"Oh..." Ferran said softly. He chewed at his lip again, not really sure what to do now. His heart was still pounding from what had gone on downstairs. "I liked... I mean... it was nice... in the kitchen..." Ferran felt himself blush again. He wasn't sure why it was that he kept turning red. Perhaps because for once he knew what he was doing? Now, they were standing in Maddox's darkened bedroom.

Luckily, it was dark, because Maddox was blushing his little blond head off, too. He nodded. "Yeah," he said quietly to Ferran, "Me, too. It was... really cool. I mean, aw hell. I don't know what I'm saying anymore." He bit his lip a bit, then chuckled, but it was more out of embarrassment than anything else.

MAY DAY MAY DAY!!

Wed, 02 May 2007 00:42:23 GMT

I want a daisy chain. That would be soooo awesome right about now. Poo. Mikki isn't finishing her lab book which means she's going to stay up late (AGAIN), which will keep me awake. I like to sleep early and get up early. Why does she have to be such a night owl? *pout*

I need some friends!! *flails*

Flappy new year!!! YES!

Mon, 01 Jan 2007 02:24:45 GMT

I'm so excited for this new year! It's wicked awesome! So yes... that's all I have to say because I'm silly like that. Yipeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!

Sat, 14 Oct 2006 15:22:13 GMT

Wow... I've been non-exsistent for a while. >__>

Let's see... I remember back in May I gave Mikki the final idea for Winged Warriors and the lazy bum finally finished it some time during the summer. Since then, I've been on paid vacation. I think I deserved a break, don't you?

It's October which is my favorite month of all time. I love the weather and Halloween is the awesomest holiday. Period.

I've also discovered that I enjoy wearing skirts. Is that such a bad thing? It definitely doesn't help my ambigouity (yay for bad spelling!). It's started to get a little chilly here, even snug in Mikki's head... I had to put on my moccasins because my feets were cold.

I also noticed that I'm in desperate need of friends. I only have two... One is Mikki and the other is Ben. Ben is a dummy who hasn't been on in so long it's ridiculous.

Mikki works at the library now, so I get to ~~eat~~ read books all day. What joy! =3

Mon, 29 May 2006 03:36:59 GMT

Finally! I have hold over the computer again!

Mikki went out of town yesterday. Meaning, she spent four hours listening to music and me talk. ^__^

I must admit that I'm proud of myself for finally giving her an idea for the conclusion of Winged Warriors. *dances* Among other things I've babbled into her ear. ;)

Really though, give a muse some props! Mikki will be able to complete her first story thanks to me!

Now, if only she would stop using all my creative juice on that RP of hers. *pouts*

Sat, 25 Mar 2006 04:53:06 GMT

I give Mikki so many ideas!! She was telling her friend today that she was trying to put me up for adoption. She knows she loves all the useless junk I give her! Either that or she doesn't appreciate me... *sniffle* BUT NO! I CHOOSE TO REMAIN OPTIMISTIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! >.<

*ahem* Yepper doo!

*does the "Hamster Dance"* I sing that song while running on my wheel, much to Mikki's annoyance. I love my spinny wheel! ♥

Fri, 24 Feb 2006 22:33:35 GMT

I'm killing Mikki. Just thought I'd give the dectives an obvious lead...

<td align="center"> Muse Sune --
[adjective]:

Fuzzy to the touch

'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com</td>

Fri, 24 Feb 2006 16:12:25 GMT

Okay, so Mikki made me take a series of these stupid quizzes for her own amusement. Gah, why couldn't she have just gone to school today? Then I could have stayed here alone... with Fuzzy... *clears throat* Erm, sorry about that...

You will take over French Guiana using only a tiara

Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com

^They insulted what little masculinity I have! *fumes*

Muse Sune will have to write:

I will not be charged with conspiracy to overthrow the monarchy again

'What will you have to write on the chalk board?' at QuizGalaxy.com

You try taking over a country with nothing but a tiara! It's not an easy thing! *glears*

Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com

And of course they make a movie about my failed attempt to overthrow a monarchy with a tiara... Does French Guiana even have a monarchy? I'd ask Mikki, but she's busy reading Grimm's Fairy Tales. She should be writing if you ask me... Wait... stratch that... let her read!

Sat, 11 Feb 2006 05:18:58 GMT

I'm sleepy.... I wonder if that has anything to do with the fact that Mikki drained me last night by forcing me to help her with that paper... Is there a labor union for muses? If so... please contact me ASAP!

NOT FAIR!

Tue, 07 Feb 2006 01:31:10 GMT

Mikki is a butt! >.<

Friday, while I was trying to take a nap, she kept trying to wake me up and make me give her ideas. I woke up and gave her an idea as to why Nathan is the way he is (you know, sick all the time). She hugged me... said nice things then went back to staring at the blank screen. A few minutes later, I was woken up by being smacked in the head! What the snot?

Then today, I'm perfectly wide awake and am giving Mikki many ideas. You know what she does!? She pushes me off my spinny wheel!!! HOW DARE SHE!!!! She said "I'm too busy. I need to write this research paper!" YEAH RIGHT! Is that why she sat and watched five (yes FIVE) episodes of Naruto?

I'm never helping her again!!! *humph!*