ScarsAndStripes

Deidara sobbed uncontrollably into Sasori's shoulder. Sasori   sighed, and rubbed Deidara's back softly with one hand, the   other tightening his grip around the blonde. "I d-don't   un-underst-tand it," He wailed, fingers gripping Sasori's   cloak. "H-how could this have even h-happened, un?" Sasori shook his head, the hand on Deidara's back moving up   to stroke his blonde hair. "It's okay..." He whispered, as   Deidara's breath hitched in his throat. The bomber swallowed   hard, and resumed the fitful sobs. "Shh... Dei, calm down..." "Sasori, for god's sake-" Deidara pulled away suddenly, his   face ashen and streaked with tears.

Olivia was late coming home from work that day. For good reason, however. She tramped in the front door at around 5:30, looking over her shoulder. “I went to your apartment,” She reported before anyone had a chance to say hello. Kicking off her shoes, she entered the living room and pulled her scrubs over her head, exposing a white wifebeater beneath it. “You’ve got crime scene tape all over the door but there weren’t any cops in there.” Matt blinked. “Huh. Not surprising.” He shrugged one shoulder, then looked back at the television, one hand enthusiastically scratching Keane’s side. The big dog

Monday, September 21st, 2047 Chelsea says: ...how am I supposed to know anything about RUSSIA? Dakota says: I dunno. Chelsea says: Do your homework, kid, don’t expect help from me! Dakota says: :( Please? I dont know anything about Russia Chelsea says: Use the internet lol I can't help you Kota Dakota says: :((((( fine. Dakota sighed, crunching his empty soda can between both hands and watching the aluminum collapse between his palms. "Gee thanks, Chels." He murmured, tossing the bundle of aluminum to the side. It bounced off of his bed and skittered to the floor. "Wow..." But then again, he couldn't -blame- the o