looking forward to boston :)))

country singer bitty accidentally writes a hit about nhl player jack

Based on this post about the inspiration for Dolly Parton’s Jolene, which is somehow even gayer than the song itself. Bless you, Dolly.

It had started out so innocently.

Bitty had been tired after hours of this meet n’ greet, and when that tall drink of water walked up to get his autograph, Bitty couldn’t help the words that tumbled out of his mouth.

“Gosh, well aren’t you the most handsome fella I’ve ever seen,” he said, reached for the outstretched CD–CD! Who even bought CDs anymore?–and readied his Sharpie. “What’s your name, hun?”

“Uh, Jack,” the man said, pretty eyes going wide. If he’d been more awake, Bitty might’ve felt bad for making a fan uncomfortable. But if this Jack really were a fan, then he certainly wouldn’t have a problem with another man complimenting him. And besides, he was handsome, with his wide shoulders and high cheekbones and eyes as blue as the summer sky.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt #4 for the ask thing

4. “I’m not drunk, I s-swear.”

“No, mom, I’m just staying at Nico’s”, Will grins and winks at Nico. Nico thinks it’s pretty impressive if they can pull this off. “It’s late already, and it’s not like I have school tomorrow or anything.”

Nico hears Will’s mother’s voice through the line but doesn’t listen to what she’s saying. Instead he focuses on his boyfriend’s neck, so well at hand from where he’s lying next to Will on the bed. He presses a soft, lingering kiss by the pulse point and feels Will run a hand through his hair. I’m going to miss this.

“Mom - no, listen. I need to leave for college in a week. Who knows when I’m going to see him again.”

That’s - not actually entirely true. Not that Will’s mother needs to know that they’re planning on visiting each other most every weekend. Nico throws an arm across Will’s chest and plays with the hem of his shirt. He’s not particularly looking forward to the four hour drive from New York to Boston every other weekend, but if it means he can spend time with Will he’ll do it over and over again.

Will sighs to the phone, and Nico peppers his kisses down to the barely exposed collar bone. “I know, mom. I’m gonna miss you, too. But Nico’s my -” Nico can see how Will swallows, can feel the hold around his shoulders tightening, “he’s my best friend.”

Again, not entirely true, but this Nico can live with. His own parents wouldn’t be too happy about him dating a boy, either, so he can understand where Will comes from. Besides, this way they can sleep in the same room, in the same bed, and no one has to go down the hall to the guest room.

Nico nuzzles to Will’s neck and presses his body closer to Will’s. Their legs tangle together as he listens to Mrs Solace go on and on about something he can’t quite hear. She’s probably trying to guilt trip Will into going home for the night, like she has tried so many times before. Sometimes Nico wonders if she likes Nico at all.

“I’ll be home every night for the rest of the week, mom.”

That makes Nico look up at Will, who shoots him an apologetic look and mouths sorry as his mother keeps talking. Nico knows they have no other choice. That doesn’t mean he has to be happy about it.

Without saying anything, Nico shimmers down the bed until he can press his face to the small sliver of skin peeking from under the hem of Will’s shirt. He breathes in deeply before starting to leave teasing kisses all over, and grins when he feels Will’s muscles tense under his lips.

“Yes, I promise”, Will says, and his voice is a little strained as he lifts a hand to bury it in Nico’s hair again. Nico pushes the shirt up to expose more skin and uses his teeth to nip around Will’s navel. “H-how about this. We can all go to Grandma’s for dinner tomorrow. Just please, let me spent some time tonight with Nico - oh.”

Will’s voice cuts into a barely there sigh when Nico dips his tongue to the navel and quickly moves on to suck a mark next to it. Will grips Nico’s hair tightly in his fist, and Nico can hear Mrs Solace asking something. 

“No! No, mom, I’m not drunk, I s-swear.” He doesn’t sound very convincing anymore, but Nico can’t really blame him. If Will was running his hands up Nico’s sides like this when Nico’s trying to speak to his mother, he wouldn’t sound very convincing, either. 

Nico moves his lips lower, towards Will’s hip bone, and one of his thumbs flicks quickly over a nipple.

“You know what, mom, we can have this conversation tomorrow. Sleep well. Good night.” Will disconnects the call and drops his phone to the mattress unguardedly. “You’re a real devil, aren’t you, di Angelo?”

Nico grins before nipping at the skin by the waistline of Will’s pants. “Well, if you’re going to abandon me for the rest of the week I thought we could have a head start. Too bad your mother was hogging you all to herself.”

Will looks a little disgusted when he gives Nico a pointed look. “Please don’t mention my mother when your mouth is inches away from my dick.”

With a laugh, Nico climbs up on top of Will and leans in to kiss him, slow and meaningful. “Noted”, he mutters against Will’s lips and feels him smile. “Anything else?”

“Just shut up and kiss me again.”


-wampus’ constantly having arm wrestles, they tried real wrestling once but pukwudgie was too pissed about using their new concoctions on “stupid, stupid idiotic games”

-thunderbirds having such strong opinions on something. In the middle of class one day a professor says something that the thunderbird disagrees with and the thunderbird leaps up to prove them wrong

-ONE HORNED SERPENT WHO CREATED THEIR VERY OWN DIAGRAM OF PEOPLE THEY BELIEVE ARE IN THE ILLUMINATI, BUT NOT A NO-MAJ VERSION (ahem, dumbledore you didn’t become successful with that pretty beard of yours did you??)

-but let’s be honest, pukwudgies would sneak in so much shit and pretend it’s their medical equipment, sneaky little bastards

-a thunderbird and horned serpent relationship where the thunderbird physically has to drag the horned serpent out of the library to go on cute little dates

-thanksgiving would be fucking amazing. SO MUCH FOOD! Everyone is a bit sad to be without their families but their new little families at ilvermorny makes up for it.

-when the students go home for break they get to take the underground passages to exit, they look forward to this all year


-when the students return they all have so much to share, memories and items


-learning a spell as soon as you get your wand that shows you how to store you wand in the wall; place it in your palm, put your palm to the wall, focus all your energy on your wand, chant a little spell, and voila your wand is safely stored

-to get your want out you just place your palm back against the wall and your wand will come to you, no matter where in the castle you are

-thunderbirds exploring unexplored parts of the castle, occasionally bringing a friend


-basically everyone gets along
-besides the small rivalry between thunderbird and wampus, they both just wanna push farthest

anonymous asked:

What are you looking forward to most about college? Fall in Boston is going to be gorgeous I'm jealous

Experiencing the seasons!! (And the horrible winter i know), i already found my favorite cafe and it has BEANTOWN in the name! Meeting all the people ive been talking to from my college irl, living alone (ish), spending a lot of quality time learning and growing

anonymous asked:

Dear SHoB. Your being a Saint, one would think you'd know better, but apparently not. Turtles don't bring Easter Eggs, you silly wumman; bunnies do! You've confused the bunny on Colloden Moor with the turtle in the Boston house. I look forward to your retracting your related posts and to reading your new and improved ones. I also double-dog dare you to post this Ask. — BR-F 😘

Dear BR-F, I have never been one to walk away from a double-dog dare and I’m not going to start now. I am standing by my previous posts and with all due respect, I will NOT retract them. And fyi, here is the definition of Easter Egg in movies and TV shows: These are hidden references, inside jokes or clues placed in movies, television programmes and video games. Think of them like secret love letters written by the show’s creators to their eagle-eyed fans. The messages aren’t usually obvious and sometimes it can take a die-hard fan to spot them. x 

I rest my case.

My tour only just began and already I’m having a blast! I’m so glad to get a couple of days off as I make my way to Boston and I’m looking forward to sleeping in at least one of those days. Hopefully anyway. How many of you awesome peeps are checking out the Witness tour? 

[Announcement]: Actor Dominique Provost-Chalkley and Executive Producer/Showrunner Emily Andras will be joining us at ClexaCon

Born in Bristol, South West England, Dominique began dancing at the age of 4 and after quickly discovering her passion for all performing arts trained in acting, singing and all genres of dance to become as versatile a performer as possible.

At 16 years old Dominique went on to train for 3 years at Laine Theatre Arts and prior to graduating managed to secure a part in the West End’s hit Musical Dirty Dancing where she played the Alternate Baby Houseman at only 19 years old.          

Whilst starring in Dirty Dancing Dominique discovered her real passion for straight acting. She then went on to feature in E4’s comedy series The Midnight Beast.

Paul Hyett’s ‘The Seasoning House’ (2013)  was Dominique’s first feature film which was a huge success premiering as FrightFest’s opening night movie and making cinema release. Dominique then starred in the West End’s hit musical Viva Forever based on the songs of the Spice Girls.

In 2015, Dominique filmed Marvel’s ‘The Avengers - Age of Ultron’ where she gained invaluable experience.Other TV and film credits include 12 Monkeys, Murdoch Mysteries and Buckout Road. Dominique’s favourite project to date was filming Wynonna Earp in Calgary, Canada - where she played Wynonna’s younger sister Waverly. She is very much looking forward to filming it’s Second Season in Dec 2016.

The Boston-born, Calgary-bred Andras has a diverse list of television credits to her name. Currently, she is the Showrunner and Executive Producer of SyFy’s new hit series Wynonna Earp. Previously, she spent three seasons as the Showrunner and Executive Producer of Lost Girl, and recently worked as the Supervising Producer on Killjoys, where she got to write about spaceships.

Andras’ other recent credits include writer and Co-producer of the police drama King, and Showrunner and Executive Producer of Instant Star. She has written for numerous other series such as Degrassi: The Next Generation , Sophie, Total Drama Island, and 11 Cameras. She was also hand-picked by Nora Roberts to shepherd her New York Times’ #1 best-selling Blood Magick trilogy to series.

Andras is known for her fresh and witty take – CNBC called her “a genre darling” with a “cult following” – and that’s nice. But what Emily really wants to be remembered for is being pulled onstage to dance with Bruce Springsteen. Which totally happened.

Past & Presents: Day 2

Comings & Goings

Nick stood in the galley of the Fiddler’s Green, his pocketknife still open in one hand and a shipping manifest in the other. He sighed heavily and shook his head, tossing the receipt back into the box he’d just opened.

The presents he’d ordered for Christmas had just come in, with very little time to get them wrapped and ready. Everything seemed to be in order, except for one thing. The most important thing. The present he’d gotten Kelly was on backorder until fucking April. What the hell was he supposed to do, wrap up a picture of the damn thing with an “I owe you” note?

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lifeasbritney  asked:

You're the first positive Frank/Claire post I've ever seen. The only other thing I remember seeing is someone being sympathetic regarding a gifset featuring Jamie and him

This is a Frank/Claire-friendly tumblr. :) I can understand why people choose to focus primarily on Claire & Jamie, I mean obviously, they are GLORIOUS. But I’m kind of obsessed with the tragedy of Claire & Frank: their whole relationship is just so heartbreaking and forms such an important part of Claire’s journey, lingering in the recesses of her mind throughout the series; her consulting his ghost’s opinion like he still walks alongside her years after his passing.

I also love the naive innocence of their married life in the first few chapters. She idolises him and his cerebral pursuits, and he clearly finds her an utterly adorable and completely bemusing source of infinite delight, but I don’t think they really know each other (“After six years apart, and six months together, my husband was still something of a stranger”) and they seem to be playing out this idealised version of what they imagine life, love and marriage should be now the war is over and everything is supposed to return to normal. It is so sweet, and loving, and filled with good intentions, but it isn’t the raw, visceral, profound connection she finds with Jamie. That doesn’t diminish or belittle the life she has with Frank before, but it makes it impossible to return to, because she’s changed so irrevocably. 

I’m REALLY looking forward to the adaptation of the super-sad Boston sequences from Voyager in the TV show, because I think Cait and Tobias just bring so much to that dynamic. It is going to literally BURN MY EYEBALLS. He wants so much to return to that idyllic, intellectualised, sophomore love they had before, but the balance is just all wrong: she is psychologically absent, closed-off, confused and grieving; he feels betrayed and abandoned, and they are both so totally incapable of slotting back into the picture-postcard-couple roles they once embodied, or transforming it into anything emotionally healthy. 

It isn’t anyone’s fault, and the bridge of loving Bree is likely all that sustained them, but the sad fact that they never find a way to properly resolve it so they can comfort, console and understand each other breaks my heart completely.

my professor for this class emailing me: im in boston rn looking forward to reading this paper

me thinking: does this mean i dont have class…….

For thebestpersonherelovesbucky (happy birthday!), ithewhimsyviper-seven, myhandsarenotmyown, and everyone else who thinks T.J Hammond deserved better.

- There will be a few different pairings.
- ✩ for my personal favorites.
- New additions and updates will be marked with ϟ.
- As always, heed the tags and warnings before reading the fics.

Updated 15.02.2016

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Most recent pic where I’m not completely covered in layers due to the cold weather. Compared to July the 4th (about 2 months into recovery). Guys, I look alive. I feel alive. I spent over a week eating all the junk food I craved in Boston, and am looking forward to eating and drinking all I want during the holidays. Getting ready to get back to school as well! I feel my whole life is ahead of me, and I am so ready to leave my ED in the past. I still struggle a lot with food tears and ED thoughts — but I fight against them. CHANGE AND RECOVERY ARE POSSIBLE.

I Want To Know What Love Is - Chapter 3

Took a little longer to update, I had to enjoy all the great Maksyl stuff that was going on this week, but here it is! Enjoy reading and leave some comments if you like it (and of course if you have some constructive criticism, I would love to hear it, too! :)
Only Maks and Meryl interaction in this chapter. Loved to write it :) without further ado: Date Part one!

 Link to Chapter 1: http://cataleyasworld.tumblr.com/post/104872800307/i-want-to-know-what-love-is-chapter-1

Link to Chapter 2: http://cataleyasworld.tumblr.com/post/105032164567/i-want-to-know-what-love-is-chapter-2

I Want To Know What Love Is  - Chapter 3 


Blushing slightly, Meryl tilted her head to the side and studied the tall Russian in front of her. He was wearing a simple, white button-down, neatly tucked into black jeans. He has even trimmed his beard a little.

“You look really good yourself.” she said softly. He cleaned up nicely, Meryl concluded.

Maks just kept staring at her for a long moment before remembering his manners.

“I.. .ah.. I brought you a little something” he cleared his throat and handed her a little package that Meryl didn’t notice before. Smiling up at him, she took the little box from him and carefully untied the ribbon. “You didn’t have to get me anything, Maks…”

Lifting the lid of the box, she found herself grinning at its content. Inside laid a little black and white card. “A gift card from the coffee shop..?” she laughed “That is really sweet of you!”

“Yeah, well I thought, now, that we didn’t get to meet for coffee, which I definitely hope we still get the chance to, I wouldn’t want you to go without your coffein fix this week…” he trailed off, suddenly unsure of his idea. Maybe he should’ve just bought some flowers?

Nodding, Meryl put the card in der purse. “I love it, Maks. That was very thoughtful.” She looked up at him and didn’t hide her beautiful smile. “But now, let’s go.” She stated eagerly, “I’m starving and if I remember correctly I was promised the best chicken parm I ever had. And I fully expect you to deliver!”

She winked at him, closed the door behind her and made her way down the stairs, Maks following her promptly.

Once they had reached Maks’ car, a large, black BMW, Maks opened the door for Meryl then slipped behind the wheel on the driver’s side. The ride to his house was fairly quiet, probably because both of them were a little nervous. Maks fiddled with the radio and finally settled on the local station, quickly glancing over at Meryl to check if she was okay with his choice. Meryl caught his eyes and smiled at him. She leaned back in the plush leather seat and let her body relax a little. The strange thing was, she thought, that even though they weren’t making conversation, the silence wasn’t deafening. She didn’t feel the need to say something to fill it and it seemed that Maks felt the same way. They had the whole evening to talk about anything and everything, so they had no rush at all.

After a short drive, they pulled up to a modern-looking apartment complex.

Maks quickly got out of the car, once again opening the door for his date. He decided to challenge his luck a bit and grabbed Meryl’s hand gently. She looked at him a little surprised, but returned his soft grip almost immediately. Maks felt the low electric current, that he had noticed the first time his skin touched hers, buzz through him again. It has been a long time since he felt like this. He wasn’t even sure if he had ever felt like this. Taking a deep breath to steady his heartbeat that has gone up a notch, he started to walk towards his apartment, Meryl in tow.

Taking the elevator up to the penthouse, they stepped into his little kingdom.

“Welcome to my place.” Maks said gesturing around the room. It was open-planned and had a large window front over-looking Ann Arbor. “I love it here: the best view, great lighting and a beautiful terrace where we often enjoy the milder summer nights. The only thing that’s bothering me is that I have to share it with Val and Serge…” He finished with a dramatic sigh but Meryl could see the smirk tugging at his lips and knew he was only joking about the last part.

“It is a beautiful apartment.” Meryl agreed looking around. She walked over to the windows and was instantly mesmerized by the view. “I totally understand the appeal it has. But living with your brother and Serge isn’t that bad, right? They were a lot of fun the other night, so I’m sure you are enjoying their company?” she questioned and turned around to him.

Maks responded: “Yeah, I guess. I was always really close with Val growing up. If you promise not to tell him, I’d even admit that I would miss him if he wouldn’t be living with me. Family is the most important thing after all, you know?”

Meryl just nodded. Yes, she could understand that. She couldn’t go a day without seeing or calling her parents and she always looked forward to visit her brother who went to university in Boston.

As an afterthought Maks added: “And it is always great that I’m the oldest and can kick both of them out when I have such a hot date like you coming over for dinner…” He wiggled his eyebrows at her and Meryl couldn’t help but giggle.

“Yes. That is definitely a bonus.” She suggested and sassily winked, turned around and made her way into the open kitchen. She once again stunned Maks. One moment she was sweet and understanding, the next she made him almost lose his mind.

He followed her to the kitchen and told her to sit down on a barstool at the counter while he prepared their dinner. Already having prepared some of it beforehand, he only had to put it all together in a casserole and put it in the oven. Then he went to prepare the salad.

“Can I help you with something?” Meryl asked already making her way over to him.

“You can, but you shouldn’t. I inivited you, so you should just relax.” Opening a cabinet over his head he took out two wine glasses and then went to pour both of them a glass of his best Merlot. “Here’s to a great evening” he handed Meryl her glass and clincked it with his. “You know, I had to hide this bottle from Val and Serge, so you should really just sit down and enjoy it.” He smirked and Meryl gave in sitting back down.

“So what did you do today? Did you enjoy your day off?” Maks inquired, while finishing their dinner and setting the table that was directly next to the window.

“Yes I did. I went grocery shopping, to the bookstore and had a bath. So all in all very relaxing. And now I don’t even have to worry about cooking. Thank you.” She smiled.

“Sounds good.” Maks said and took a look at the casserole. “What kind of books to you read?”

“That mostly depends on my mood, but I love classics like Pride and Prejudice and everything Ernest Hemingway wrote. Today I looked for something new, a book by Jodi Picoult that a friend recommended. What about you? Are you a reader?” she asked curiously.

“I read a lot when I was younger. Growing up in the Ukraine we didn’t have a TV or money to go to the theater or the movies, so Val and I usually raided our grandparents’ library.” He explained and lit some candles on the dinner table. “I enjoyed Tolstoi and Dostojewski a lot. Nowadays I don’t find that much time to read with my workload at our dance studios. But now and then I like to reread my favorites.”

Meryl had to admit that she was a little surprised. “I wouldn’t have pegged you to like Tolstoi. I never actually finished Ana Karenina.” She added sheepishly. Maks just laughed at that and winked at her: “Yeah, there’s more to me than just what meets the eye…”

Meryl caught his gaze. “Yeah.. I think I saw that the moment I met you.” Meryl said softly. “You look like someone who experienced and endured but at the same time learned a lot thoughout his life.”

Maks was stunned by her perception. He nodded slowls. She was right. He didn’t always have the easiest life, he made mistakes and he got screwed over, but he made sure to take away something from every experience – good or bad. 

Deciding to change the topic, before the conversation got to heavy without even finishing dinner, he said: “I think the chicken is ready for you to devour mylady.” He placed a plate full of delicious smelling chicken parm and a side of salad in front of Meryl then brought over his own. “

That looks awesome, Maks! I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I smelled this heavenly scent!”

“Well, I hope it tastes as delicious as it smells then!” Maks concluded.

With that a food induced silence set in as they enjoyed their meal. Meryl moaned quietly after tasting the first bite. Maks couldn’t help but watch her and be mesmerizied. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to really take in the taste. Seeing her then, made Maks promise himself to cook for her everytime she wanted something to eat.

Meryl told Maks what a talented cook he was. “I’m absolutely useless in the kitchen.  Usually I’m only able to boil water. I wouldn’t even dream of creating something that tasted this delicious.”

“Thank you. My grandma taught me how to cook. We often make a lot of typical Russian specialities for family gatherings and such. She’ll be pleased to hear that I cooked for a girl and said girl liked it.” He laughed. “Her favorite thing to say is: You wouldn’t be here today Maksim if I hadn’t convinced your Deduschka to marry me with homemade Pelmeni.” Maks imitated the high-pitched Russian accent of his grandma. Meryl broke out into laughter. She could just imagine how Maks’ Grandma would say that to her boys.

Meryl really enjoyed herself. Great food, a delicous wine and Maks turned out to be even better company than she imagined. She took another bite of food and washed it down with another sip of Merlot.

Maks smiled and tilted his head at her. “Now that I wined and dined you, do I get to know a little more about you?” he asked playfully. “I know you are a badass ice dancer, study at the University of Michigan, like Val, and you enjoy reading…that’s not nearly enough.” he concluded and grinned.

“Mhmm..” Meryl pondered smiling. “What about, after answering one of your questions I get to ask you one in return?”

“Fair enough” Maks agreed. “Okay first one. How’d you get into skating?”

“Starting off easily?” she laughed. “I was four when I got on the ice for the first time. My Dad and I went to little frozen lake that winter, I think it was around Christmas, and he brought some skates. I remember being really scared of tripping at first. My Dad told me that it would be okay to fall and that I just had to get up again. That’s how you get better, he said. It was a really special day - for both of us, I think. It snowed and it was very cold, but we stayed for hours and practiced. After falling many times, I finally managed to skate around the lake. And when we got home, we had some hot chocolate and sat around the fireplace. I asked my Mom if I could get into an ice-skating class. That’s the day I was captivated by the ice and I could never let it go.”

While she recalled that memory, Maks just watched her. She twirled the wineglass in her hand and it seemed to him that she was in right back in the moment with her Dad. She looked absolutely beautiful. Her long, wavy hair was shining in the candlelight, her eyes glistening and gazing into the distance.

“A beautiful story of how you found your passion.” Maks said. Meryl looked up and met his eyes.

“Yes. I guess I got lucky to find my purpose and passion at such a young age…” she trailed off. “And now my question for you. What are the three things you are most grateful for?” Meryl asked, deciding to dig a little deeper. Small talk was nice for some people, but for Meryl it took away the opportunity to get to know the person sitting across from her.

“Mhm…” Maks thought about it for a few seconds. “Family. I’m definitely most grateful for the people I consider my family. And Health. I have a friend my age that has cancer, and it is so, so horrible. It would be a dishonor to him, not to be grateful for being healthy. And the third thing has to be immigrating to the United States. It opened so many doors for Val and me. I can’t even begin to imagine how different our lives would be right now if we still lived in Odessa, especially with everything going on there right now.” He shook his head. “Yeah I’m really thankful that we got a chance to build a life here.”

His answer was deep and insightful and Meryl loved that. He knew what was most important in his life and he stood by his values. Smiling at him, Meryl said: “I’m grateful, too, that you came to the United States otherwise I wouldn’t have had the pleasure of such a nice evening.” She raised her glass once again and they clinked their glasses, all the while keeping eye contact.

“Sooo my turn again. What are your ultimate goals? I mean what would you have liked to experience until the day you die?” Maks questioned. He was really curious about that. He liked people with ambition and passion. People who were determined to live life to the fullest.

“Well I’d like to have a family on my own someday. Do you know the saying, that a blessing is only realized when you pass it forward? I think that’s true and I really want to have kids someday. Other than that, Charlie, my skating partner, and I we have some goals we’d like to achieve but we don’t want to jinx it, that’s why we don’t talk about it.” She grinned. “Just a tad superstitious.”

Maks laughed. Yeah, he would have guessed her to be a little superstious. He would even bet that she kissed her skates before starting a competition or something like that. The woman sitting in front of him was just adorable, he concluded. She had drive and ambition, a child-like sillyness, but at the same time a deep and meaning full train of thoughts.

They continued with the questions for a while. Maks discovered that Meryl’s favorite color was purple and that she would love to have a little puppy one day. Meryl found out that Maks was a dog person, too, that he liked the good old school hiphop and that him and Val grew up in Brooklyn after they immigrated to the States in 1994. Maks worked as a dance teacher in his Dad’s little dance studio in Williamsburg since he was a teenager and he taught Val and Serge, as well as Alex ‘everything they knew’ as he put it. Once more people started to take lessons there, his father and him decided to expand their studios. Now they ran a handful of studios on both coasts and were just on the way to open another one in Hawaii. Asking about Val, Maks told Mery that his little brother always was the smart one.

“He wanted to become a lawyer since he’s been a little kid. After he got accepted to law school here at the University of Michigan, we were all really excited. My Mom threw a big party and my Dad called everyone he knew to tell them that ‘his Valentin would be a law school graduate in the near future’. You know, no one in our family has gone to university, so this is special. It is a big deal and I wanted to support him. I didn’t even have to think about moving here with him.” Maks explained. He left out the other reasons for moving kind of intentionally. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for someone he only met yesterday to know so much about his life. But as he looked at Meryl, he knew that pretty soon he would find himself telling her everything she wondered about. He wasn’t sure if he could say no to that gentle gaze of hers.

Meryl found the bond between the two brothers really adorable. She loved how much Maks cared for Val’s well being and that he would do anything for him. But somehow Meryl got the feeling that there was more to Maks’ story then he let on. Not wanting to pry and to force him into telling her something, she let that feeling go for now.

“That was a nice thing for you to do. I bet Val really appreciates that you stand behind him one hundred percent” Smiling gently at him, she leaned in and continued more carefully. “But did you find something here in Michigan that makes you happy? What makes you content in your life? Or do you wish you would have stayed in Brooklyn?”

Maks looked out the window for a little while, thinking about how to answer her question. It was a little difficult considering that he wasn’t certain of the answer himself.  Was he happy here? Has he been happy in Brooklyn? He never really knew what he wanted to do in his life exactly. Didn’t have a greater plan. Val was the one with the great ambition, the goal to reach, the one who had it all figured out. Sure Maks had had little goals to work towards throughout his life, like winning this competition or that one. Or later on he focused on a perfect opening for the newest dance studio. But he didn’t feel certain that dancing and running the studios would make him content in his life. He understood that he needed more in life.

Deep down he knew that he longed for a family, kids, and the kind of unconditional love that came with it. But he wasn’t sure if he wanted to admit it. Admitting that would mean that he finally had to open his eyes to the truth and accept his biggest fears…

Uncertain he looked away from the window and over at Meryl. Her gaze was gentle, as if she knew that she asked a question that hit right home, but her whole demeanor had a calming effect on Maks. Their eyes met and Maks knew that she wouldn’t pressure him into answering. She would patiently wait for him to make up his mind. She smiled softly and placed her small hand on top of his that was resting on the table. Somehow it was as if it gave him strength. Maks took a deep breath, turned his hand around slowly to intertwine their fingers and prepared to tell her his story.

To be continued in Date Part 2…