I was writing at lunch today, and following two trains of thought at one time, so my notes look like this:
Frank, though, just smiled – this tiny, secretive smile. “Jamia,” he repeated, mostly to himself, then looked up at Bob. “I think I’m in love.”
Bob laughed again. Leave it to Frank to develop a puppy-love crush on a girl who wasn’t going to take any shit from him.
“Oh my god, he’s babyproofing my house and she’s not even showing yet!”
Brendon just laughs and Ryan thinks he maybe needs to find better friends.
“I’m serious, Brendon, and he’s over here
every fucking day. I’m a little worried he might murder me in my sleep.”
“Are you going to write a song about being afraid of your best-friend-slash-brother-in-law? Is it going to be completely countrified? Do I need to practice the banjo?”
Ryan hangs up. Yeah, he definitely needs better friends.
I am so ridiculous. *g*
I should really be sleeping b/c I plan on making tomorrow night a late night out, but I’m obviously not asleep.
Hey!
irisgirl12000 posted porn! Y’know, in case you didn’t see it. :)
The Perfect Gifts Are Little And Lacybandom || Spencer/Brendon (PATD) || adult || 2505 words