<b>ppl:</b> cn is purposely trying to make su ratings low so it gets cancelled!!<p/><b>me:</b> idk theyre shitty at scheduling yes but that sounds kinda out there<p/><b>cn:</b> [changes the schedule to push back room for ruby w/o telling tv guides, fails to advertise new episodes and time change]<p/><b>me:</b> where's me tinfoil hat<p/></p>
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Jonathan could hear the pops of the fireworks outside of his window. He’d forgotten, in the excitement of playing through a Fourth of July themed GTA session, to give his dog his anxiety medication in preparation for the loud celebration of the country’s birthday.
Buster was already whimpering, cowering up under Jonathan’s bed.
He crouched down, his hand placed palm up as he tried to coax his terrified pitbull out. “Come on, buddy. It’s okay.” He said gently. A whimper, then a thud as another explosive went off and the poor creature hit his head on the bottom of the bed.
“Fuck.” Jonathan said again. He was pissed at himself. His poor baby was scared because Jonathan had been too busy playing with his friends to attend to his needs.
It had been over one month since Luke had surprised you in
the kitchen that first morning. It had also been about four weeks since you had
shared your first kiss between the two of you.
Nathan, of course, had no idea of what was happening between
the two of you. You guys kept your distance around him, even though you would
share the occasional sly glance or brush of the hand. In private, intimate
embraces were held, quiet whispers, soft brushes of skin on skin, and of course
more kisses than you could count.