the pretty lies,

Caroline Williams, Wolf, 25. “Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.”

[lostboymoretti]

Because there are like five left and I hadn’t meant to eat the whole bag.

[carrie--williams-blog]

Then get another one? Or go for a run? But please don’t just stare at it. You’re freakin’ me out.

[lostboymoretti]

[carrie--williams-blog]

Why are you sadly looking into that bag of Cheetos?

[carrie--williams-blog]

[jakeoftheroundtable]

Ew. Who are you and what have you done with the Caroline I know and sometimes love? Yeah, I know. I also can’t explain where I’ve been or why I can’t hang out with her and watch the stars like we use to. Kind of hard to tell you’re kid you’re a monster.

[carrie--williams-blog]

She's still here, sometimes, but sometimes you have to buck up and be an adult. It sucks. I guess I almost know the feeling, it's hard to tell everyone you love what you are without freaking them out, or hurting anyone. But it happens anyway, blame work or something just don't tell anyone.

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[alycadebnams]

My name is Dianna Agron and I'm not a gamer

[carrie--williams-blog]

[jakeoftheroundtable]

Oh, well excuse me Mother Teresa. The new you? I think I liked the old you well enough, but what’s with this latest model Carrie anyway? That’s the one. He nodded, smiling softly. So are you saying that I’m nice, how sweet. She’s about ten years old now and that makes me feel very old and somewhat like a bad dad.

[carrie--williams-blog]

Okay, maybe this is just another side of me. I guess you could say, I'm a little less...I don't know, I don't party as much. The latest model has done a lot more volunteering, I did run my dad's school for a bit. A lot nicer than someone people I know, or knew. That's so sweet, hush, I'm sure you're fine, not much you can do as a pup anyway.

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[jakeoftheroundtable]

"The family business?" You sound more and more like you human vibrator everyday. Um, I kidnapped Abby from the cells, how she got in there I don’t know. I also saw Sabrina last weekend.

[carrie--williams-blog]

The Boston and the Cambridge School for Underprivileged Children, I believe is what you mean. I sound like myself, the new me. Really? Abby the little brunette thing from Chateau? Crazy. At least she got out with someone nice. Oh, that's wonderful! How is she? How old?

[carrie--williams-blog]

[jakeoftheroundtable]

Yeah… perfectly weird. Unique’s one way of putting it. All kidding aside, how haveyou been?

[carrie--williams-blog]

We'll leave it at that Ken. Pretty good, I went home, inherited the family business, handed it off to my sister, and came here. Oh and I lost track of Tony again. You?

[jakeoftheroundtable]

You’re weird, don’t call me weird I’m flawless. Some letters…. some?

[carrie--williams-blog]

I'm not weird, I'm prefect. We have a unique way of speaking.

[jakeoftheroundtable]

That’s because you’re weird and from Boston. Everyone here sounds like they have cotton mouth.

[carrie--williams-blog]

I'm not weird, you're weird, Cali Boy. So what if we don't pronounce some letters. 

[jakeoftheroundtable]

New York’s great and all, but I still think I prefer Cali.

[carrie--williams-blog]

I don't know their accents are a little more homey than that trip home we took.

[lostboymoretti]

Right, well you do that. Hope you enjoy yourself. Now that his hands were empty he didn’t know what to do with himself, so he shifted. Awkwardly changing positions from toying with his fingers in front of him to trying to stuff his hands into his pockets and finally crossing his arms while the silence drew on. I try to forget that I’ve ever seen him naked. Mostly because he’s not my type and was only there by proxy. He scoffed, shrugging. I was never jealous of Jake, no reason to be. You were my girlfriend for five years. I was in love you. He can never say that.

[carrie--williams-blog]

I will, She replied, trying not to watch him too closely as she puttered around the kitchen, putting things away, keeping her body busy. So she didn't try anything unwanted. And what exactly is your type, Trevor? Carrie smirked playfully at him, trying to conceal the smile that almost graced her face. Nobody.. But you, can say that. 

[lostboymoretti]

I didn’t throw it across the room and stomp on it if that’s what your askin’, Caro - line. I have no idea if he does, don’t really care either. He followed in after her, passing the bag off to her after she set hers on the table. …No. You so didn’t have to go there. Abby wouldn’t, I mean… he’s so not her type. Right? And I was never jealous of him. He rolled his eyes dramatically trying to distract her from the obvious lie. It better be if he knows what’s good for him.

[carrie--williams-blog]

S'not what I'm asking at all, just wondering. I'll ask him later. She took the last bags and put them down before opening one and beginning to take things out and put them away,she glanced at him. You know where everything goes, make yourself useful. She laughed, Why wouldn't she? I mean have you seen him? Oh wait you actually have, so why not? He's there, single, and poor thing probably needs it. Riiiight, She agreed, raising her eyebrows smugly at him. You were totally jealous, and it will be, relax.