Liebster Award!!

I got nominated for the Liebster award again and it just makes me so happy!


Thank you so much Livvielove (I hope that’s the right name?)

I am very out of the loop with sim writing so I don’t have anyone offhand I can nominate :\ I feel so bad about that, I really need to start reading again…!

Anyway, on to the questions!

1) What’s your favorite story telling aspect of the Sims (or just favorite aspect)?

I love how weird I can get! I mean the whole premise for Danevbies was ALIENS! I’ve always loved the aliens in the sims series. I never intended for Danevbies to get so supernaturally inclined but I just adore that I can use the game for some really wild story telling!

2) What was the inspiration that made you start the story currently occupying your headspace?

Oh man I’m not sure which story to talk about! I have several that are always in my head. For Danevbies, the gen I am currently on is gen eight and honest… I’m not sure! I really thought it’d be cool to have a “seer” although Apollo’s gen kinda got really jumbled. I’m hoping to pull it back together though. But I’m offtrack. I think the story I’ve wanted to write via sims since I first found sim writing is the heartbreaker gen of a Differences in the Family Tree gen. I read the rules and as soon as I read the rules for the heartbreaker gen I had this character and their story just pop in my head. That’s where a lot of my inspiration comes from it just randomly pops in my head. I’m babbling though sorry.

3) What’s your favorite food?

Aw man. Probably pizza! I could eat pizza every day! When I started working at a pizza diner 2 years ago my mom told me I’d finally get sick of pizza but nope I still love it!

4) If you could have any aspect added to the Sims game that isn’t already there (via mods OR EA content) what would it be and why?

For sims 3 honestly I would take from sims 4. I don’t like sims 4 very much but I LOVE the fact that clothes can be put on anyone no matter their body! Like those who have a sims “female” body wearing sims “male” clothing and sims “males” wearing sims “female” clothing…! That is something I would love to be able to do in sims 3. In the future sims games though? I would just love if they made aging a little less jolting? Like I don’t mind the sparkles spin older! But maybe if they somehow did a growing aspect so it’s not one day you’re a little toddler and the next day you look like you’re eight and then suddenly you’re sixteen. A growing up aspect would be amazing.

5) How long have you played the Sims for? What’s your favorite sims-related memory?

Hmm. It was 2005ish? I saw the sims stuff a lot earlier and was very interested in it! But I just was never able to get the game. In 2005 I saw my friend playing sims 2 and he’d let me play when I visited. I loved it. In 2006 he let me borrow the base game disc and I put it on my computer but I soon gave it back cause I felt weird keeping it. Then in 2007 I got the sims 2 deluxe (base game + night life) when it came out and started getting all the expansions. I think my favorite memory… well, I have two! One is obviously starting Danevbies! The other is from sims 2. Before I had the game when my friend and I would play, and another friend. We were doing a tabletop RPG at the time so we made our characters in sims 2. We put the characters on free will and all three of them acted completely in character! It was great! It made me realize just how incredible the game was! I mean I was already hooked but that moment, seeing our RPG characters in sims 2 acting like our RPG characters, was just wow.

6) What’s your favorite movie/book/song (one of each, or many if you can’t decide like me!)?

Oh man so many! For movies I love Jurassic Park a lot it’s just so nostalgic for me. But I also love a lot of others. For books I’d either pick something by Diana Wynne Jones or else “Bellwether” by Connie Willis. And for songs… my favorite is probably “You Are The Moon” by the Hush Sound (which if anyone read the Danning legacy is Jacob and Kay’s song ;P and now that I am listening to it I really wanna get back to writing Dannings)

7) What Simlit story are you currently all about, and please leave a link so we can read it too? (I just had to send this question along, such a good question to help build my SimStory library!)

Unfortunately I’m not really reading any SimLit at the moment :\ I’ve been so out of touch with the community and so busy between work and taking care of my dogs. The last one I was reading before I stopped again was the Windsor Legacy and also anything by ViolinCat is good I think I was working on Our Different Paths

8) What are you really excited for?

POKEMON GOLD AND SILVER IS COMING OUT IN THE ESHOP OMG I AM SO EXCITED FOR THAT!!!! Pokemon Silver is SUPER important to me and means a LOT to me and I just oh my gosh. I’m also really excited for the gen nine heir vote for Danevbies! Especially since the last vote was kind’ve a disaster and just turned into a big mess. Also excited that one day eventually soon I’ll get to meet my best friend who means the world to me in the real life??

9) Where would you go if you could visit anywhere in the UNIVERSE?

Hmm if I can take someone with me and make their journey 100% comfortable I would take my mom to Ireland because she wants to go back SO BAD!!! But if it’s just me then definitely to Wisconsin for special reasons 😛 aka to visit my best friend xD

10) Is there anything you wish you could go back in time and tell your younger self about? Why?

I’d be too afraid of creating a paradox/time loop/whatever. But if it was guaranteed not to cause anything like that then I’d tell my younger self to start doing youtube gaming stuff way back when it was just starting to get going! Cause MAN I’d love to get into youtubing but I don’t have much time now so it would have been cool to start from the get go, you know? I don’t know if I could handle telling my younger self anything really heavy and deep though.

11) This isn’t really a question, but I’d like to ask for you to compliment yourself/your story here. So many people don’t remember to compliment themselves for all the hard work they do!



I’m really proud of the Redding twins and their personalities! And Chance. He is just so amazing and cute and perfect.

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I Wanna Dream – 8.32 – Arty’s Secret

January went by and at the end Angel had her birthday, aging up to five. She totally flipped when she opened my present to her: one of those kid vehicles, a flashy pink convertible. Dad and I shoveled and cleaned off the driveway so she could drive around outside, squealing with joy every time she took a turn. After my fancy gifts at the holidays and now this my family seemed more than interested in where I got my money. I just chuckled and muttered something about doing odd jobs.

A week later tragedy struck. Kiley lost her baby. I was on a date when she called, shrieking hysterically. I cut the date short and hurried back to the house. Sam and I got her to the hospital but it was too late. That night was horrible. We stayed at the hospital even though we weren’t allowed in Kiley’s room. As soon as the nurses allowed us we both went in and sat on either side of her, holding her hand. She just stared blankly ahead. I didn’t say anything, I couldn’t say anything. No words would help ease her grief.

After she came back I stayed with her for several days. I took care of her the best I could. Mostly I just held her while she cried.

“Is it my fault?” she whispered one day. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, it’s nothing you did,” I assured her, rubbing her back. “These things happen, it’s nothing you did. It’s not your fault.”

Kiley withdrew more into herself and stopped speaking except to blame herself. She barely ate anything and when she did her movements were mechanical. I didn’t know what to do to help her. Then it turned out I did something very good for her: I talked to my grandpa, wanting his advice. He hung up on me and within ten minutes was at my house.

“Where is she?” he asked, tottering in on the invisible arm of grandfather.

“Grandpa, what are you doing here?”

“Helping someone,” was all he replied and he sat down on the couch with Kiley. I stayed away while they talked but whenever I looked in they seemed to get closer and closer until Grandpa was holding her while she sobbed into his chest. He stayed for a long time in there with her and after he left Kiley seemed to be doing a little better; he came by almost every day and often Kiley called him. I found out later that Grandpa had gone through a miscarriage as well, and was able to use his own experience to help Kiley through hers.


In March Kiley finally started reemerge into society. She looked for and found a job and after her first paycheck she tried to give the money to me and Sam.

“I haven’t paid a lick of rent since we moved in together,” she said, shoving the cash at Sam. “Take it. Take it!”

“Use it for food,” Sam said, gently pushing her hands away. “Or other things. Don’t worry about what you might owe us.”

“Might?” She put her hand on her hip, sticking it out. “I do owe you guys a shit ton of money! You said I could pay you back–“

“We didn’t mean your first paycheck!” I pointed out and she pursed her lips. “Look, use that for yourself and then we’ll work something out.”

Her face got very red. “I am not a freeloader.”

“No, you’re not.” Sam put a hand on her shoulder. “You are our friend. We would do the same for any of our other friends. Except Blake but that’s just because he’d fill the fridge with glitter.” Kiley managed a smile at that. “Next paycheck you can start paying rent.”

Kiley looked ready to keep arguing so I jumped in with, “How about you treat us to brunch tomorrow? To celebrate your first two weeks at the job.”

She perked up at that and gave in. The next day we had a nice brunch and Kiley actually chatted quite a bit and laughed at a few jokes. Afterwards she went back to being sad but in the evening she told me that it felt good to be like a regular person again.

“When Mr. DG (that’s what your grandpa said to call him when I felt weird calling him by his first name) told me that one day I’d find myself laughing again I just didn’t believe him. I still feel like I’m balancing on a high wire.” She slipped her arms around me and rested her cheek against my chest. “I am so grateful to have friends like you. I can’t imagine going through this with–with him.” She took in a quick breath. “I still fear he’ll find me.”

Shortly after we moved here Kiley’s father called saying that Zeus had been pestering him for Kiley’s address. The last time Zeus had done that, Mr. Williams threatened to call the cops if Zeus kept harassing him. Mr. Williams didn’t know the extent of what Zeus had done to his daughter but he did know Kiley wanted nothing to do with her ex.

“He won’t find you,” I said, “and no matter what you’ve got us here for you.”


Confessions of a Psychic

Predictions from a

Visions From A Tall Medium???

I crumpled the paper up and threw the ball in the trash. A blog. A stupid idea! I wasn’t even sure why I had even gotten as far as thinking of a title. Nobody would be interested in my visions, especially since I could barely remember any of them. And most of them were awful. Who wanted to follow a blog to read about deadly tornadoes that hadn’t happened yet, or vicious murders?

My mind wandered to Ashley. She had e-mailed me a couple times since I moved, questioning me about my visions. There were many people like her out there.

Visions From A Greek God

Did that sound too arrogant?

Oh, screw it.


Yeah I See The Future

Introductions – March 21st, 2228

I have no idea how to do this. I’m not a bloggy person. I’ve never really read blogs or anything but someone suggested I do a blog to talk about my visions so I guess I will. My name is Apollo and yeah I see the future. HA HA HA I know, how ironic? My dad didn’t name me because of my psychic visions. My sisters are named after goddesses. It’s complete coincidence. I guess I’ve had visions all my life. My dad told me even as a baby I’d start randomly crying and he’d come in to find my eyes completely solid. Oh that’s the physical change. When I have a vision the light green in my eyes takes over all my eyes, even the white parts.

Here’s how my visions work most the time: either they happen while I am asleep or I fall asleep when a vision decides to strike. I don’t experience falling asleep. For me it’s like one second I am standing there talking to my grandpa and the next I am standing in a funeral home seeing the future memorial service for my aunt. Oh man was that a fun vision! (spoilers: it wasn’t). Often in the ‘real world’, aka where I am asleep (that’s what it looks like to everyone else) I start talking about whatever is going on in these visions. Or shouting about them. Lately my visions can also happen when I am physically… close? to someone? Not necessarily intimate. The first time it happened I kissed someone and saw a vision of their future. Another time I was… you know, actually doing it and saw her future. BUT! It’s also happened while hugging my sister. I’ve seen a quick glimpse into my sister’s future from hugging her. It wasn’t a romantic sort of incestuous  hug (ew), just a regular hug between a brother and his dorky sister. But when I have these visions I don’t shout them. I don’t know why. I don’t know why any of this works the way it does but there you go.

Anyway, I left public school because of these visions. Not good for the class when some kid falls asleep and starts screaming about an oncoming tornado or mass murder. So I was homeschooled for a long time until I was accepted into a school for the Supernatural. Yeah the same school that was attacked and destroyed and all the kids (including me) kidnapped. Not a fun time. And why didn’t I see that happen before it did?

I DON’T KNOW! I can’t control my visions. I’ve seen the future with myself in it. I’ve seen visions of my friends. But they are all random. I can’t tell myself to have a vision. Zero control. Absolutely zero control. Also apparently I can’t warn myself.

Okay ready for a headache? I had a vision of myself in the future and my future self in the vision said nothing. Then later when I went through that experience I realized “Hey this is my vision, my past self is standing right there even though I can’t see him, I am going to warn him that the school is gonna be destroyed”. I open my mouth and nothing happens. I can’t speak. I can hardly breathe! My chest hurts. Once the vision ‘ended’ I could move again. I felt so sick and dizzy and awful. Another vision I had of myself in the future my future self started to warn me but my vision stopped before any real information could be had.

Okay I know that is all really confusing. Basically it boils down to: no control over my visions, I can’t warn myself, and half the time I don’t remember my visions anyway. I’ve kept a journal about my visions and that’s what I was encouraged to do in school. Write down my visions.

Sometimes I’ve thought of warning people. Trying to find these people in my visions and say “Hey by the way on this date and at this time you’re going to be brutally murdered with a rusty shovel”. By the way I was eleven when I had that particular vision. Eleven. Watching someone be brutally murdered by a rusty shovel. Sometimes I think I should see a therapist.

I guess that’s it for my first blog post, just a bunch of rambling from a… what am I, psychic? I don’t know what I technically “am”. One of my schoolmates could do the whole crystal ball thing. I guess she’d be classified more as a psychic than I am. I’m just… randomly hit by random visions. Kinda like being struck by lightning all the time.

Which by the way is going to happen to me.

Yep, I have seen my own future and I get hit by lightning and probably die. So whenever you guys think you’d like to be able to see the future, remember: it’s not all fun and games. It’s usually murder and death and knowing how you’ll die.



By the time the summer I turned 19 rolled around a few months later, two things had happened.

One, my blog became fairly popular. I had messaged Ashley in case she wanted to keep up with my visions and she shared it to some friends who were into the psychic thing and they shared it, and one of them shared it to some sort of psychic club. I had a steady several hundred views a day, and when I posted new posts it would go over 1,000. I had about 89 signed-up followers but there were several people who commented who didn’t follow so I didn’t know how many followers I actually had. I now posted like clockwork every Monday afternoon with a post about memories, thoughts, past visions, etc. Then usually once occasionally twice a week I’d also post with visions I had during the week.

Two, I became very popular with people looking for ‘professional’ dates. I had several regulars and enough new clients weekly that I had raised my price and my bank account began to grow pretty dang nicely. Sometimes I took jobs on every night, but more often than not by the time summer rolled around I only took five a week so I could have a couple days off to relax and… well, rest. A lot of sex really took it out of me.

No one in my family knew. Oh they were curious all right about where I got my money. I told them I just did odd jobs for people. When Arty found that out she said she had no idea I was handy. I just grinned and told her that I had found myself to be very good with my hands. Sam–standing a little ways behind Arty–covered his mouth and began shaking his head, giving me a dirty look.

Oh, I suppose a third thing had happened too. Arty and Kiley began hanging out a lot. They met one evening when Arty was actually spending time with her family instead of doing schoolwork. Kiley came to dinner and she and Arty hit it off really well. I did wonder if they were more serious than friends but then again I wasn’t 100% sure about Arty’s preference with dating. She dated a couple guys during high school but it never seemed to work out. Part of me didn’t care if they were but part of me couldn’t help but feel concerned that Kiley was just trying to latch on another Greek God/Goddess.

“So, what do you guys do?” I asked Arty one night when we were cleaning up the kitchen after a family dinner

She shrugged. “Stuff. We talk. Go out to clubs.” I nearly dropped the dish I was washing. Arty? Go to a club? “Stop looking at me like that. I do like to dance, you know. Besides, with classes over I have more free time.”

“Arty, you’re obsessed with your work; you never have free time.” I regretted my words when my sister flinched. “I mean…”

“You’re right. I was obsessed with getting my degree. But now I have it. I’ve got a job at the station I… I don’t know, I just feel like so much weight has been lifted off my shoulders.” She brushed her hair back, forehead a bit wrinkled as she stared at me. “I intend to have more time for the family. I promise.”

I went over and gave her a tight hug. “I just want you to be happy, sis.”


So as it turned out my sister was happy; happier than I knew until Kiley came in with the look on her face. I was sitting up waiting for Sam to get back. I expected him to be home a lot sooner than Kiley. Instead she came in with the look. I dropped the magazine I was reading and jumped to my feet.

“Watcher, you’re sleeping with my sister.”

Kiley reeled back, eyes huge. “Wh-what? Why would you say that?!”

“Kiley! We had sex for months. I know what that look in your face means. Unless you met someone while you were out but since you said it was just gonna be a dinner and a mov–oh Watcher, you are dating Arty, and now you’ve slept with her!”

She bit her lip and seemed to struggle with what to say. Denial? No, she settled on honesty. “So what if I am?”

I groaned loudly at those words. “Oh Watcher.”

“What?! I never thought you were gonna be the type to get all huffy just cause–“

“We need to talk.”

We moved closer to one another. Kiley had her arms tightly across her chest and she began tapping her foot, waiting. I sucked in some air. “Look. I like you. You’ve become one of my closest friends. But…”

“But what? She’s your sister? Sam’s dating Reeny and you don’t seem to care.”

“Just let me talk please. And Sam is not dating Reeny, they’re just friends.” I ran my fingers through my hair, knowing my next words were gonna hurt. I didn’t want to sound mean but it needed to be said. “You–you were initially attracted to me because of the whole ‘Greek heavens’ thing. That changed, but you’ve admitted that’s what made you want me in the first place. And that’s why you slept with Zeus, the asshole.”

“So?” Kiley stuck her chin out, her foot tapping harder.

“So? So? I just need to know that’s not… it’s not why…” My fingers pressed into my temples. “Please tell me that’s not why you’re dating Arty.”

“Why would that have anything to do with why I’m seeing Arty?” she demanded.

My hands dropped. “Because that’s part of why you and I ended up sleeping together and why you slept with the asshole!”

“Yes, but what’s it got to do with Arty?”

I felt a headache coming on now. “What? Are you even listening to me? I need to know that’s not why you’re seeing her!”

Kiley poked me in the chest. “You’re the one not listening, doofwad!” Great not only was she dating my sister she was picking up her nicknames for me. “I told you! It’s nothing to do with Arty because–why the hell would it?! I’m trying to move on with my life and find happiness myself instead of chasing after things Shoshanna told me ages ago, and I might be young but–I really like Arty. She’s smart and funny and damn hot! She… she makes me happy.” Another poke in my chest. “Don’t you dare try to ruin it by making it out like it’s got anything to do with that stupid prophecy, cause it’s not!”

My shoulders sagged in relief as I realized why she said this. “Kiley. What’s Arty’s name? Her full first name?”

Kiley shrugged. “Martina? Arthuria? I dunno. She’s never said.”

“Watcher.” I began laughing and that enraged Kiley even more. “Oh Watcher. So, you’ve met someone and are happy with her and it’s nothing to do with that stupid ‘Greek heaven’ thing, yes?”

YES! Watcher, you are being so stupid! You–“

“Her name is Artemis.”

Kiley’s jaw fell. In fact I think she stopped breathing altogether. Slowly she pulled her jaw up off the floor. “What?”

“Our dad–Zaid–named all his kids after Gods or Goddesses.”

“Wha? But… Eirene isn’t…”

“Eirene is the goddess of peace,” I explained as I wiped away my tears. “Eirene, Apollo, and Artemis. Also known as Arty. Watcher. Martina?!”

Kiley shoved her hands against me. Not very hard though I did stumble back, still laughing. “You’re lying! That can’t be… she… but…”

“You’ve fallen for a Greek goddess.”

She sank down on the couch, hands over her face. For a second I thought she might be crying but then she tipped her head back, laughter filling the air. “Fucking Shoshanna!”

I collapsed next to her and the two of us laughed for quite some time and were still laughing when Sam walked in. He grinned, shutting the door behind him. When he asked what was so funny Kiley got up, ponytail swinging.

“Apollo’s just found out both his roomies are dating his sisters!” Kiley gave another laugh. “Oh Watcher. Night guys!”

She ran off as I tried my best to catch my breath. Sam just stood frozen by the door. “Sorry. Yeah, Kiley and Arty are apparently a thing. Can you even imagine? Sorry about what she said though, I think she’s just wound up from… from…” My words trailed off as Sam remained frozen, a very panicked look on his face. “Oh. Oh no. Sam. No.”

“W–we were going t-to tell you… I swear we were…”

My smile faded and now I was the one sitting on the couch with my hands covering my face. My roomies… my two closest friends… were both dating my sisters. Watcher, what kind of screwed up after-school comedy show did I just enter?!

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I am SO sorry I haven’t updated in so long! Honestly, depression has really been beating me down. The dogs have been making it difficult too.

Basically they’re past taking long puppy naps. They take short naps now, and then want to go back to doing things. However they’re also too young to be left unsupervised. Last time I stayed in my room doing things while they were in the living room alone they tore up a lot of the under carpet and knocked a bunch of things over.

So that plus the heat plus depression has just been making it difficult to get things done. I promise I’m not abandoning Danevbies, I will get back to it soon. I am sorry it is taking me forever to get through Apollo’s gen but I am NOT giving up, I WILL get it done and I will get back to it soon.

Thank you again for all your patience.

Love y’all so much you guys are amazing and the continued support and patience is wonderful and amazing thank you ❤


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Hey guys I’m taking a short hiatus. Maybe two weeks?

Anyway here is what is going on: I’ve been trying to get healthier. In the past 6 weeks I’ve lost 4.5 pounds! I am feeling motivated to start really working towards this. My breast cancer scare was part of it but mostly it is I want to be healthy for my dogs to give them a better life.

So right now I’m gonna take a short break from Danevbies while I get in the swing of things. I’m sorry for taking a millionth break but it will just be a short one. Once I get used to my routine/new meals (I’m eating healthier and a little less but don’t worry I’m not starving myself!) I’ll get back to things and who knows maybe I’ll start having more energy.

Thanks guys! I love y’all!


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I Wanna Dream – 8.31 – Back To Storybrook

After leaving the diner I took a taxi to one of the parks, trying to shake off the anger. The hurt. After walking for about forty minutes I got another taxi home, rubbing my forehead, feeling very defeated. Whether Kiley had used me during our year together or not didn’t change the fact she had gone in knowing the prediction and hadn’t told me.

I threw cash at the driver and stormed up to my apartment. “SAM!” I yelled as I shoved the door open, wondering if he had known. “SA–shit.”

Kiley looked up at me from where she sat on our sofa. Sam lounged next to her. Kiley had obviously been crying. I hesitated in the doorway then stepped in, slamming the door behind me; Kiley jumped. “What are you doing here?”

“You left before I could tell you some rather important information,” Kiley sniffled, getting to her feet. “Very important information.”

“What, telling me again that you didn’t use me?” I asked. Sam raised his eyebrows but remained silent. “Well?”

“It’s not your baby. Watcher! I didn’t even realize you thought that until you said those things and left!” Kiley stepped towards me, glaring at me with her puffy eyes. “If I had realized you’d think that it would have been the first thing I said!” She put a hand over her swell. “I’m three months in, and as far as I know you and I most certainly did not have sex in late June.”

She stood before me, nostrils flaring as she breathed heavily. My eyes glanced back down at her belly then back up to her face. Three months. “I th-thought you were… four months in…” My voice squeaked. I felt a bit bad for jumping to the assumption, but after what she had told me I just–how could–I…??

“No. I–I’ve been so obsessed with the exact dates of everything involving this baby, I guess I just didn’t think about the fact you wouldn’t know the dates. That was super stupid of me, sorry. I’m sorry. Apollo…whatever you think of me right now, I swear to you if you were the father I would have called you the minute I found out. I do care about you.”

I looked past her at Sam. He gave me a shrug then disappeared into his room. “I’m not the father…?” I asked, just to be sure.

“You’re not. My–uh, boyfriend is.” She closed her eyes. “His name is Zeus.”

“A Greek god.”

“And the father of my baby.”

I trudged past her so I could sit down, rubbing my forehead. Man talk about a roller coaster. A tiny part of me felt a bit disappointed I wouldn’t be a father but that tiny part quickly dissipated as relief flooded through me. I would have been there every step of the way and done my hardest to be a good father but dang I was glad I wasn’t going to have a kid yet.

“I’m sorry I hurt you. I really am.” Kiley’s words floated around me as my mind kept whirling around the fact she wasn’t having my baby. “As much as I thought you were the one who would give me this gift, I never in a million years would have done it like–like putting holes in a condom. I had sex with you because I wanted you as a person, to fulfill my physical needs, not fulfill some prediction.”

I remained silent, not sure what to say now. Even though she wasn’t pregnant with my kid it didn’t change the fact she had used me in a sense, even if that’s not what she meant to do she still sorta did by not telling me in the first place. I still felt enraged about that.

Kiley sat down next to me. “Apollo, th–there’s something else. Telling you everything was the main reason I came to see you however there’s a second reason too.”

Not right now, please. “What is it?” I couldn’t hide the weariness from my voice. It had all been too much already. What else could there be? Kiley didn’t speak. Finally I looked up and saw tears going down her cheeks. My anger faded a bit despite me wanting to remain pissed off. “What’s wrong?”

“The vision you had,” she whispered, her voice cracking a bit. “Remember? The one you had whenever we screwed?” I nodded, as it was one of the few visions that I could remember, the same as the other intimate visions I had. Then I sat straight up. My mouth opened but no sounds came out. Kiley burst into louder tears. “I don’t know what to do, I’m so sc-scared! I th-thought I could handle it b-b-but last night he… he…”

She gave a loud hiccup then slowly pulled her shirt up like a curtain to reveal dark bruises spread across her swollen stomach.

“I’m so stupid, Apollo.” She fell against me, hands twisting into my shirt as her tears soaked my shoulder. “I don’t know what to do-o-o! I thought, I thought–and he just–I tried to–and he just–“

“Shh, shh, hey shhh, it’ll be okay, you’ve done the right thing getting away from him,” I said, rubbing her back gently. Very gently, in case there were bruises there too. “You’re not going back.”

“What am I g-going to do? I can’t just drop my job! I have no money, no where to go!”

“You’re coming here,” I answered without even thinking. The anger throbbed but I would deal with that later. Kiley needed help right now. No matter how I felt about her, I couldn’t leave her in the dark to go risk that guy getting to her again. “As long as Sam’s okay with it,” I added quickly. “I’m sure we can find a job for you at LWD. Or you could come back to Storybrook with us, we were going to be moving back soon.”

Kiley pulled back to stare at me. “D-do you… mean it? I thought you’d hate me now.”

“I might be pissed off at you–okay extremely pissed off, like seriously what the hell, Kiley?! But you’re still my friend.” I wanted to put my hand on her shoulder but didn’t want to scare her. “I’ll go talk to Sam if you want, yeah?”

She thought for a few seconds then slowly nodded.


Sam of course agreed and before we knew it Kiley moved in with us. We only had two rooms in the apartment so I moved into Sam’s bedroom, giving Kiley the smaller bedroom for herself. Ms. Rutkowski agreed to meet Kiley and after a couple of days hired her as a temporary assistant secretary. Kiley wanted to come back to Storybrook whenever we moved there.

At first Kiley refused our offers of financial help but gave in when she decided she couldn’t ever go back to to her place to get her clothes. “You can pay us back later,” Sam said dismissively. Because of my ‘second job’ we weren’t too worried about spending money on Kiley to help her out. She bought a couple of outfits to tide her over until her first paycheck, and we also bought her some things for her room like sheets and a blanket.

As September turned to October and the autumn weather hit us I began to slowly forgive her. Part of me would always be hurt but I understood her side of things. We talked about it now and again. She told me how confused she had been when she started feeling attracted to me, and how conflicted when we started going out.

She also started talking about her ex-boyfriend. She had met him at a club one night and went to bed with him that night. They started dating and it didn’t take long for her to get pregnant as neither used protection; he just didn’t care whether they did or not. After she became pregnant he started getting angrier. He’d come home drunk, blamed her for every little thing, and then started beating her. When he found out she had made plans to meet with an old friend (me) he hit her in the stomach and that had been the last straw for her.

She remained terrified of him and every time the phone rang or someone walked in the hall outside she jumped and tried to hide, afraid it was Zeus.

October turned to November and the three of us decided to move to Storybrook in December. Sam and I were ready. We were grateful for my brother for the help he gave us but Sam didn’t think he could stand being in the big city another day, and I missed my family too much. Kiley wanted to go too, since Storybrook was farther away from where her ex resided.


By the time we made the move we had found a small place to live. Part of a duplex. Two bedrooms, living room, kitchen/dining area, bathroom, and a small storage/laundry room. Babies allowed.

We finished up our jobs at Lucy’s Wedding Dreams, helping train our replacements. I finished up my, uh, side work in Bridgeport. Ashley was very upset when she found out I’d be moving. She really wanted to experience seeing me have a psychic vision. She tried offering me more money for one and I put the money back in her hands, trying to explain for the hundredth time that my visions didn’t work that way.

Well, she sort of took the news as a challenge and tried to hire me for as many dates as possible. She certainly, er, did her best and after each of our dates I was completely worn out. I guess her idea to get me to have a vision was to be more vigorous. My visions weren’t triggered and by the time Moving Day rolled around I hadn’t had a single vision in her presence. And while I had plenty of visions at home asleep, the one night she convinced me to stay the night and sleep at her place I had zero. Just bad luck I guess.

Of course Kiley grew curious as to why I was never home on the weekends. Not feeling like telling her the truth I just went with the whole ‘lots of dates’ lie (half lie, technically). She gave me a look then bust up laughing. “Okay sure,” she replied, patting my arm. What the hell did that mean?!

The night before we moved I went out for a big dinner with Piotr. It felt good to spend time with my brother, just the two of us. We had grown closer in the months I spent in Bridgeport. I remembered the time Eirene had visited him and how jealous I had felt at the time. Did Arty feel jealous? I hoped she’d be able to have some time with him one day.

“I’m going to miss hanging out with you,” Piotr said after he drove me home. He had come up into the apartment so he could say goodbye to my friends too.

I gave my brother a big hug. “I’m gonna miss you too, so you better come visit me.”

Now seemed the perfect time for him to give me a noogie–like Arty would have–but Piotr wasn’t like that. He just adjusted his glasses and promised to visit as soon as he could.


“Poliwagggg!” Grandpa threw his arms around me, hugging tightly. “I’ve missed you! You look so much older!”

I laughed. “Grandpa, it’s only been a few months.”

“Too long. Your grandfather’s missed you too. Oh, be quiet, you have too. Stop scowling at your grandson!” Grandpa swatted the air. “That is rude.”

I shook my head. I wanted to argue about all my time spent at school but counting the days I realized I technically had stayed a few weeks longer in Bridgeport than any of my semesters at Hunter’s had been.

“Pollo!!!” Angel came running over and I scooped her up in my arms, tickling her. “Pollo, I missed you so much!”

“I’ve missed you too!” I buried my face against her neck and blew raspberries. She squealed and began kicking. “Next month I won’t be able to pick you up as easily.”

“Nuh-uh, you’ll always be able to pick me up! That’s what big brothers do.”

“Oh, yeah?”


Part of me would never be able to believe the fact my baby sister would be five in just over a month. I had missed out on almost her entire babyhood, toddlerhood. I gave her another close hug, grateful to be back in her life for good now. Grateful to be back with all my family. Bridgeport had been nice. Family was infinitely better.

Sam and I joined the household for dinner that night. Kiley had been invited along but she declined, not feeling up to anything too big after an exhausting day. Her feet and ankles were swollen making it difficult for her to get around and she had ‘freaking constipation’, as she put it. So we didn’t press her to come to my family’s dinner.

Artemis wasn’t there though, as she was taking classes at a fancy forensics college a few hours away. She’d be gone most of the winter break. Still it was great having a dinner with my family. Sam and I talked a lot about Bridgeport and after dinner he took Eirene out for a drive on his motorcycle. Which of course brought up some eyebrows to my amusement. Not to my amusement was after we were done cleaning up and the conversation turned to ideas of what I could do as employment.

“I could see if the firm is hiring,” Dad suggested.

I tried not to groan. “Daaaad. I’ll be fine. I’ll find work.” Actually I already had work. Two dates over the weekend and hopefully soon I’d be going out fairly regularly. I snorted, wondering what Dad would say, of how he’d react. Being back here around my family made me feel a little more than embarrassed at the idea of–of doing this. I wondered how I’d feel on the dates, whether I’d be as okay professionally dating at home as I was in Bridgeport. As long as nobody found out.

The next couple days were spent getting the house settled into and spending plenty of time with my family. I went over every day to play with Angel and Grandpa. I also spent plenty of time making sure Kiley felt okay. She seemed to be doing worse. Really tired, very achy… I kinda wanted her to go see a doctor but she refused.

“I’ll just rest more, that’s all the doctor will tell me to do anyway,” she said, shaking her head. “Besides. I need to rest plenty so I can start looking for a job on Monday.”

“Oh no you don’t. You’ll just have to go on maternity leave soon. You’re due in a couple months. There’s not much point in looking right now.”

Kiley’s face went red. “I’m not gonna be some damn freeloader! Oof.” She slumped back down. “You’re not my boss.”

I sighed. “You’re right, I can’t stop you. But it won’t be easy finding a job.”

“I’m still going to look.” Her eyes glittered angrily over her swollen belly. “What about you? Where are you planning on applying to?”

“Oh, I dunno, I’ll, uh, find someplace.”


My dates went great. The first one wanted the boyfriend deal. Romance, dancing, champagne, me helping her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. My second date pretty much just wanted the bedroom deal. Either way, they were both happy which made me happy and my wallet a bit thicker. Was that a bit conniving of me? I put half the money in my bank account and spent the other half on food. Really nice food. Thick steaks, expensive spices, gourmet ice cream. Kiley squealed when she saw the carton and ate through half of it before I could even put it away.

Over the next week Kiley spent all her time in bed or on the couch. She grew wearier and achier as each day passed and finally agreed to go see a doctor. Who told her to get plenty of bed rest (and when she told me she added an ‘I told you so’). Sam and I fussed over her to make sure she didn’t want for anything. Often she’d start crying saying how she didn’t deserve friends like us.

I know she still felt afraid of her ex. One time I lost my temper at the landlord and I ranted about him to Sam. When my voice rose, Kiley shrank back on the couch and went very pale. When she began trembling I realized what was wrong. I quickly stopped shouting and retreated to my room to let my temper cool. Once I managed to do that I returned to the living room and tended to Kiley to make sure she was okay without bringing her reaction to attention. A few days later I got mad again but instead of ranting I kept my mouth shut and hid once again in my room. Patient Sam never had to worry about that.

Reeny came over often and grew pretty close to Kiley. I often came home to find the two of them sitting together, laughing about something or other. Though Reeny spent more time with Sam, and it didn’t surprise me when she offered him a job at her garage which he accepted immediately.

“I don’t know as much about cars as Reeny does but I can learn,” Sam explained when I asked him.

So Sam worked at the garage, Kiley miserably lounged in the living room, and I went out pretty much every night. Watcher, the money! I danced, flirted, whispered, caressed, kissed, and screwed my way into more money than I thought I could make doing those things. By the time January began I already had regulars. One of them I went out with on New Years Eve. A woman in her fifties with diamonds on her ears and a desire to feel twenty again, which I was able to do. She not only paid my fee but also gave me extra so I could buy fancy clothes to wear when we went out.

My visions came to me at a fairly regular pace. I always felt afraid when I went on a date, that we’d be out and I’d fall flat on my face shouting about some horrors; thankfully the two times I had visions while on a date they didn’t happen in public. Also thankfully neither time my visions didn’t freak out my dates. The second one seemed very interested and asked me many questions about my visions.

“I knew this happened but it’s so cool to actually see it,” he said, staring intently into my solid green eyes. “How long does this last?”

“Oh, I dunno, random times I guess,” I mumbled, rubbing my temples, trying not to feel too awkward. “The longer the vision the longer my eyes last like this.”

“How long’s been your longest vision?”

“Uh. I dunno. I don’t really time these things. Sometimes it feels like they last hours and I come to after only a minute or two.” I accepted the beer that Randall offered and I took a quick swig. “They’re not all nice,” I added quickly, since the one I had just had was of a beautiful wedding. “Most of them are pretty horrific.”

“What happens when you have a bad one?”

“Um. What do you mean?”

Randall moved closer, his wrinkled forehead wrinkling even more. “Do you do anything about them? Try to warn people?”

“No. Uh, no. I can’t… I mean, I’ve never tried.” I gripped the beer bottle, not liking this feeling. “It’s hard. I don’t know if I can even change what I see.” The memory of Aunt Lumie’s funeral popped in my head. “The only time I ever could actually change something, my vision came too late. Another time I did my best to warn my friend she’d be going through something bad but the warning didn’t work. I couldn’t help my own friend, how can I hunt down and warn perfect strangers?” I gave him a dazzling smile. “Look, that’s not the important thing here. This night is about us, not me.” I touched his arm, wanting the conversation to change.

But he didn’t want to talk about something else. “Maybe you could try to use social media to reach out to these people, to warn them.”

“When I was young I tried sometimes to look these people up, but I rarely hear names.”

Randall stood up to get another drink. “You should still try to reach out. Hey.” He spun around. “You should start a blog. A blog about your visions. I bet you’d get a big following.”

I stood up and went over, taken aback by this sudden suggestion. “I doubt it. People who get followings are the scam artists.”

He clinked his bottle of beer against mine. “Which would make your stories so much more interesting. You should do it.” Randall turned some music on and we danced for a while but my mind was on his words. A blog? About my visions?


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I Wanna Dream – 8.30 – Kiley’s Secret

“Hey did you know Romance Frostfall got married?”

I recoiled as Blake slapped a newspaper down in front of me. He and Eli and Booker were visiting for a get-together and of course one of the first things to be brought up… ugh.

“I guess that’s why she never came back to school,” Booker yawned. “I might take a nap before we go out.” He rested his head on the table and fell asleep within minutes. Blake got a sharpie out and began drawing on Booker’s face.

“Well, you haven’t changed at all,” Eli chuckled. He still looked too pale, and still had the dark circles under his eyes.

Blake stuck his tongue out then struck a pose. “Would you want me to?”

While everyone laughed I took a glance at the paper. Romance, in black and white, stood with a man decades older than her. Their arms were linked. She had a very faint smile on her face, one that looked more resolved than forced. Then I realized the flowers filling her bouquet were hyacinths. My finger traced the flowers, an old ache throbbing in my stomach. It had been a couple years yet I missed her so much. I still loved her, I still wanted her.

Wonder what she’d think about me whoring myself out. The vile words made my stomach hurt more. I hadn’t thought if it in those terms before. Escort. Paid date. Whore. People would use that term, yes. I–I didn’t see it that way. Sex was just sex. It wasn’t much without love. The only sex I ever really liked-like had been with Kiley and even then it felt like something missing. Sure my body reacted on my paid dates and it did feel physically okay in the moment, but that emptiness inside wouldn’t be filled. Would it ever? Would I find someone that made me feel the same that Romance did?

In the mean time–until I found that person–I didn’t feel guilty or bad about getting to paid to take people out and give them pleasure in bed. I just hoped that whoever I did fall for would understand.


Plasma 501 was a very exclusive lounge catering specifically to vampires and less specifically to other supernaturals. One couldn’t get in unless one had an invitation. Or if one were extremely rich. Or if one were extremely important. Like Booker. He flashed his ID at the bouncer and the bouncer snorted and told us to get lost.

“Go call whoever is in charge,” Booker yawned.

Since Booker obviously had fangs and Blake had wings, the bouncer shrugged and made a call. “Yes sir, some young whelp says he can waltz in with his friends. Vampire, faerie–“


“–elf, I think, and…” The bouncer looked me and Eli over. “Wizards, I guess. Uhh I think the ID said Kingsley. Should I t–” The bouncer jerked the phone away and we could all hear the other voice squawking. Booker smirked. “Yes sir, yes, I got it. Yes.” He hung up the phone and stepped aside. “My deepest and most sincere apologies, Mr. Kingsley, your name wasn’t on the list and I wasn’t aware…”

We went into the lounge, all five of us grinning like idiots.

There were vampires scattered around, drinking blood out of champagne glasses. A few human-looking people. No other supernaturals. Everyone we passed gave us looks but nobody bothered us except an extremely gorgeous and glamorous woman who draped herself across Booker.

“Why, Booker Kingsley! I’ve been knocked off my feet!”

“Is that why you’re standing on mine?”

She stepped back. “I never would have expected to see you out and about.” She licked a bit of blood off her lips as her piercing gaze went over us. “And such handsome young companions. Are they as tasty as they look?”

“I wouldn’t know,” Booker said, his ears tinting  a teensy bit. I hoped I wasn’t obviously flustered. “Just because you take advantage of people…”

“Moi?!” She gave a throaty laugh. “Oh, sugar, I can’t help it if men offer their necks… and more… to have a little…” another lick over her lips and her eyes met mine, “suck.” Maybe before that would have made me feel all horny and awkward but now it just sounded cheesy. I tried not to laugh.

Blake shoved himself in front of all of us. “Ever taste a pixie before?”

Her smile turned into a sneer. “Darling, I wouldn’t eat a pixie even if you paid me. It’s like dining on cheap glitter.”

To his credit, Blake didn’t let the insult deflate him though I could tell he had been very injured. I put my arm around him and pulled him close. “It’s okay, darling, I prefer glitter.” I gave his cheek a kiss and pulled him towards the bar. The woman glowered at us all as Sam, Booker, and Eli followed. Booker tried apologize and we all waved his words away. We understood there were darker vampires out there.

The bartender took our orders and because of the ‘problems’ at the door our first round of drinks were free, ‘manager’s most sincere apologies to young Kingsley’. Various mixed drinks for all of us except for Booker who got cow’s blood. We loitered around the edge of the dance floor, knocking back our drinks and talking about our summers. Girls came over and one by one we all went out to the dance floor except for Sam. The woman I danced with wore fake fangs and had a bite tattoo on her neck.

Blake and I wound up pretty drunk by the time we went back to the apartment. We both  went to sleep pretty early while the others stayed up chatting. Of course I had to have a vision while sleeping my drunken state off. I had before had to deal with a vision while drunk and the swimmy feeling made things worse. My stomach churned as I watched a woman stab another for stealing her man. Blood spurted everywhere and I fell to my knees, wanting to vomit. What would happen if I threw up in my vision? Watcher why did I have to deal with this drunk.

Somehow I managed to wake up just before the bile rose. I rolled out of bed and made a huge mess all over the floor. I did my best, in my groggy state, to clean it up. Sam woke up and helped me out while I tried to tell him not to worry about it. He seemed to think I was vomiting from pain again, like I had ages ago from my weird change-of-vision. Finally he understood that I threw up because of the alcohol and spent the rest of the time helping me clean and get back into bed chuckling.


On Saturday we had brunch at a nice restaurant (minus Booker) then hung out in the apartment for a while. Blake really wanted to go for a ride on the motorcycle so he and Sam left. With Booker still asleep, that left me and Eli pretty much alone. Awkward.

“So what have you been up to?” I asked as we sat down on the couch.

Eli pressed his hands against his thighs and leaned forward, frowning like he didn’t want to answer my question. Okay guess he doesn’t want to talk. I reached for the TV remote but before I could hit the power button Eli said, “We never had that conversation.”

“What conversation?”

“About the spy. You said you had a vision of us talking about it before we left school. It didn’t happen.” Eli shot me a very accusatory glare. “You lied to me, to get me to confess I knew there was a spy.”

Uh-oh. “I’m sorry I lied–“

“Don’t, just don’t.” He got up, striding towards the kitchen area. His hands slammed down on the counter. “You know what it’s like? To live in absolute fear? Every fucking day I woke up wondering if he’d kill me. He constantly sent me threats, you know. Of course you know, you know everything don’t you.”

I got up, heading towards him. “Eli–“

“No.” His eyes stopped me in my tracks more than his voice did. “He threatened everyone. Even you. Said he’d hurt you guys in random order if I ever revealed his identity.” Now Eli’s hands went to cover his face. “He had the hold over me every second.  I wanted to leave. I should have left, I should have just left the country.”

“And I made you come back.”

He shook his head. “Seriously? No. You didn’t, none of you did that day you came to talk to me in Midnight Hollow.” He adjusted his glasses then sighed. “He did. He told me if I didn’t come back to classes he’d slit all your throats. I–I wasn’t sure if he would. I didn’t think he would. I didn’t want to risk it.”

I felt sick at the thought he had been going through this. “I’m so sorry,” I said, worried he might take offense to that too.

Thankfully Eli’s face softened just a bit. “When I started dating Varuna I thought things might get better but then he just threatened her exclusively.”

“So he was still around at the end of our school days. A teacher.”

“Or someone younger,” Eli pointed out swiftly. “One or the other. And I’m not saying.”

“Is he still… threatening you?” I managed to ask. Eli’s head just swung back and forth. He wasn’t going to tell me. “You surely can’t be under his thumb–“

“I’m always going to be under his thumb,” Eli said rather weakly.

“How did you even find out his identity?”

His face filled with despair. “I… I–“

The door to the other room swung open and Booker came ambling in, yawning and stretching. “Morning guys!” he said. Eli retreated and the moment was lost.


Eli and I didn’t get a chance to talk privately the rest of the day or on Sunday morning before the guys left. I felt that if we had had more time on Saturday afternoon I might have gotten something from him. Also I couldn’t help but feel worried, if he still was under this spy’s thumb then the spy still had some sort of plans. A teacher. I doubted someone younger could make Eli feel this way from so far away. But… which teacher?

I spent the week with a bit of a headache, my mind swirling with thoughts of Eli. I tried my best to remember everything that Briggs had said about the spy and everything Eli had said, doing my best to try and solve this damned mystery. Part of me wanted to just relax all weekend but part of me wanted to make up not, uh, earning some cash the previous weekend. I set up dates for Friday and Saturday night, and one for Sunday afternoon. But then on Thursday night Kiley e-mailed me asking if we could meet up for lunch on Saturday because she had something important to talk about.

Friday night my date went on a lot longer than I expected so getting up early enough in the morning to get ready for the lunch with Kiley was rough. I felt pretty tired as I got dressed and almost felt like I could fall asleep on the taxi ride over.

The place Kiley wanted to meet at was a small bar closer to the suburb part of Bridgeport. I got out of the taxi and went inside, searching for my friend. She sat at a table and waved at me. I waved back and headed over then froze when she stood up.

A very small but obvious baby bump protruded out.

“Apollo!” Kiley threw her arms around me, hugging tightly. The baby bump pressed against my body.

“Kiley wow, it’s good to see you!” I managed to hug her back. My headache and exhaustion had grown worse just at the sight. I remembered the vision of her, of finding out she was pregnant. She wanted a baby. However I also suspected that she was around four months pregnant. Four months ago was late May, when we had done it three times in our final week of school. Oh Watcher no.

Kiley sat down. She glowed with that pregnant lady glow and couldn’t stop her smile. “I’ve missed you so much! How has your summer been? You look great!”

“It’s been pretty good. Work is pretty stressful but otherwise good.” I wanted so bad to ask about her pregnancy. Instead I asked, “How have you been?”

“Good, good. Busy. Tired,” she added with a laugh. “I’ve been living in Bluemill Valley working as a waitress. Speaking of which…”

We ordered our food and before I could ask about Kiley’s condition she linked her fingers together and gave me a strange look. “I’ve been really wanting to talk to you, Apollo. About something important.”

I’m going to be a father. “Oh?”

“I…” She bent her head forward, letting out a quiet sort of sad sound. “I’ve not been completely honest with you. About–about certain things. I’ve thought about it all summer and feel like I really need to tell you… tell you everything.” She let out a breath, sending wisps of hair floating away from her face. “I just want to apologize first and foremost. I never meant to hurt you. When we met–well, I guess I need to go back to the beginning which is before I met you.”

What does all this have to do with her having my baby? I wondered, holding onto my glass of water for dear life. Unless it’s about how much she’s wanted a baby.

“I’ve always wanted to be a mother.” Oh Watcher. “When I was young I only ever wanted baby dolls to play with.” She traced one finger across the tabletop. “I’ve always felt so much that being a mother is my calling. I don’t know if you can understand what it’s like, to know something so surely all your life. In any case… my first year at Hunter’s, before you were there, Shoshanna had a–a prediction.”

Now Kiley turned pink and squirmed in her seat. “I didn’t think much of it at the time. It seemed so cryptic. Until you showed up. It–she–she said, ‘Look to the Greek skies to find your true happiness’.” She blushed even darker, the red creeping down her neck. “I had no idea what it even meant. Then you came to the school. Apollo. A Greek god.”

I couldn’t even breathe properly at this point as realization of what she meant unfolded itself inside my head. Soon anger began pouring into my body. Anger, and hurt.

“I’m guessing you understand what I mean. My true happiness. Being a mother. I felt, I knew, it meant you and I would one day be together. I pursued you because of that. And I am sorry.”

“You used me,” I spat out, unable to stop myself.

Her eyes got very big. “No. No! I didn’t, not like that! Not like what you think!”

“Oh?! Then what the hell do you mean?!”

“I probably would have, if you had given in when we were younger! But then I got to know you and realized you were such a great guy. You were always so honest and so good and so–nice. That’s why I didn’t push, because if it was meant to be it would happen.”

“And then we got together in our final year.”

Her hands began shaking. “Yes,” she admitted softly. “I didn’t mean for it to be like that–“

“You’re the one who brought up sex!” I said, dropping my voice low, not wanting everyone in the bar to hear this. “On our date.”

“I did, but it wasn’t–I wanted to be with you because I liked you, not because of what Shoshanna told me. I hope you believe me.” Her eyes got watery but I didn’t care. “I know it’s a lot to ask. For you to believe me after what I’ve told you. I thought–considered not telling you any of this. But you’re my friend and I wanted you to know. I needed you to know. Not just to ease my conscious or in case anyone else said anything to you, but because it was the right thing–“

“Anyone else?! Who else knows?!” I demanded, my voice going back up.

Kiley delicately bit her bottom lip. “I don’t know. Shoshanna, obviously. Most the girls in our year knew.” Oh Watcher, that means Romance knew. “I figure most the guys found out too.”

“You didn’t–you had no reason to tell me all this, you could have just gone merrily along your life and leaving me in the dark!”

“I told you, I realized it was the right thing to do!” He voice quavered and she quickly grabbed a napkin to wipe her cheeks. “I realized how shitty I was when we were younger! I spent so many nights laying awake wondering if I had just used you towards the end, but I didn’t, I swear I didn’t. I like you so much! Not–not romantically, but you’re an amazing friend and as I said, you’re very attractive, and–“

“Stop! Just stop!” I did shout and several people looked over towards us. I swallowed and returned to a quiet voice. “So how did you do it?”


“What did you do? Prick holes in the condoms?”

Fury flashed across her face. “Excuse me? I–I would never do that! Watcher, how fucking dare you accuse me of doing that?! I’m not like that!”

I got up, my body trembling. “Well you got what you wanted obviously.” I shot a glare at her stomach. Our baby inside. My baby. She had lied to me. She had used me, to get that baby. “I need–I need to clear my head.”

“Apollo, it’s not like that–“

“Oh right. It was what was meant to be.”

“Stop it! You don’t understand! It’s–“

I pushed my chair back and left the bar. My head pounded so hard it felt like my eyeballs would pop out of my head. Too many emotions pulled at my body, my mind. I swayed down the sidewalk. I felt way too angry to let any of her pleasant words sink in, her assurances that she didn’t use me. And so many people in the school had known. I would help give Kiley her true happiness. A child. For several years she hovered on the edge of my life, just waiting to pounce.

I swore under my breath and called for a taxi. I needed to get as far away from the diner as possible. As far from Kiley as I could. Not that I would stay away. Regardless of what happened, of why she jumped into bed (er, car seat) with me, of how she pregnant, the fact was she was pregnant and in a few months would have my baby and I had no intention of just abandoning my child. But how–how could she do that to me?!

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Puppy Pictures!

Hey guys just thought I’d share some pics of my babies  for ya! ❤

Magically exploding couch cushion. Can you guess who the guilty party is?

Sylvie loves watching dogs on tv!

One of Glacey’s favorite hobbies is destroying things :T

Sylvie makes great faces!

Meanwhile Glacey is as beautiful as ever!

Glacey was terrified on the 4th of July ;_;

And Sylvie’s been nursing an ear infection D:

But they’re my babies ❤

Glacey is 8 times the weight she was when I brought her home in that blue carrier!  5 pounds – 40 pounds!!!

Sylvie is twice the weight from when I adopted her! 14 pounds – 29 pounds!









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