#chuck farrow

[dr-jake-williams]

muck

The Fray - Be The One

They're two lovers in the nightWaiting on the sun to risePassing ships into the nightUnder different skiesBut you just whisper what you saidOne last timeI could have sworn I heard you sayThat you are mine

[mia-korvin-blog]

No. Stay away from chuck. Get closer to Kyle.

I'm close to Kyle, Anon. He's my boyfriend..

..but Chuck's been my best friend for as long as I can remember. I'm not going to be staying away from him any time soon.

[faye-williams]

Muck.

For those who don't know, this is Mia and Chuck.

Who cooks: Mia most days, but sometimes she persuades Chuck into wearing the apron.

Who does the laundry and other chores: Neither. Things just get done when they get done.

How many children do they have: After years of trying, they eventually have a baby boy. A miracle they called him.

Who’s more dominate: Chuck, of course, but Mia can hold her own when it comes to certain things.

Favorite nonsexual activity: They just sit and make each other laugh, never happier than when they're in each others company.

Their favorite place to be together: The bedroom. Not because that's where they have sex, but because Chuck only feels comfortable being open with her when they're alone.

Any traditions: Every year on Mia's "death", Chuck buys her a rose, just to make the most of the fact that he can.

Their “song”: Red - Taylor Swift

What they do for each other on holidays: Chuck attempts to act like a normal human being. It's a big thing for him.

Where did they go for their honeymoon: Paris. Chuck knew that Mia always dreamed of going there you see.

Where did they first meet: Kingston Row

Any pets: Upon realising they'll never conceive, Chuck brings home an abandoned puppy one day, somehow hoping that can make up for it. Mia doesn't explain that it can't. Instead she just loves him for trying.

What do they fight over: Claudia and Jenny, as well as Chuck's past with Faye.

Do they go on vacations, if so where: They go everywhere together. They want to see the world before they die.

[mia-korvin-blog]

#Letter 2,

You're a real bitch for leaving me again, you know that, right? After everything, you finally come back and we start to talk about things...and then you leave. I'm not gonna ask questions, because usually when I ask you something one of us ends up in tears; it's usually me, but y'know. In principle.

After everything, I was looking back at my time at Kingston yesterday, silly little things, like when I first met you. Jeez, when you were my best friend I was god damn awful to Trina....I guess that's how you act when you're jealous. You didn't know, I know, but after all that time I thought you might have guessed. Then you left, and Dawson was there to pick up everything you'd left in pieces. You came back and left again...so did Dawson. Kyle was the one to set thins right then, after both of you just disappeared. I'm so fucked up in the head now Chuck, I don't even want to know who I am. These days are hard and I find it difficult to even try to keep a smile on my face, knowing it shouldn't be there.

In realisation, I can't really have a male best friend, I don't think. You were my best friend. I fell for you and you eventually fell for me...a little too late. Kyle was my best friend and I fell for him....and now, now I'm back in the same position I always have been, trying to choose between two people knowing that the outcome won't be good. Part of me is glad you're gone. I don't think you'd be too pleased seeing me like this.

Mia x

[mia-korvin-blog]

Dear ex best friend

Chuck.

What can I say? I find it strange in hind-sight about how much I used to protect you and try and stand up for you when all along you didn't even need it.

...and then when you told me how you felt, well, I guess it threw us of course. I don't know where you are, but you should know I miss you...even with your destructive habits.

Mia.

[katrina-davenport]

Dear Diary,

I'm tired. And that's it. No, I lie. I'm more than tired but I'll give those up for now. Mainly, I'm just pensive? That might not be the right word. Well, it might be but I don't think it's strong enough. Brooding? No. Contemplative? Eh. Whatever. I'm going to just say pensive. I'm just in this profound mood. I can't stop thinking and it's driving me mad. Seriously. It's like my head is this elevator and all these thoughts are trying to pile in before the doors close and we move to the surface. I'm just stuck in that crappy corner where no one wants to be. Slowly, I'm suffocating. I guess this is where you come into play. You're going to be my oxygen tank so to speak.

1. Since there maybe so much, I might just have to number everything. Okay, one. Hmm. I should make it a good one right? I could talk about Luke. But I'll save him for a lesser number. He could be potentially be important, but as of now he's not. I guess I could start with home. I miss my mother so much. It's hard not to have as much contact with her as I did at home. If I was home right now, my mother would be laying next to me and we would be watching some horrid lifetime movie that I would only tolerate just for her. If I were home, she'd run her fingers through my hair and promise me that things would be better and I'm not as horrible as I feel. But if I was home, I wouldn't need that I guess. Maybe I would. I don't know. Maybe Kyle would have done something worse after telling everyone he had sex with me. Maybe that's why she'd be comforting me. I would have probably told her some lie that I felt bad about saying in the first place just so I could feel bad about him but not have her worry too much. Then I'd comfort her about dad traveling the world as a missionary. 'Don't worry mom, he'll be home soon.' That's what I'd tell her. Then we'd cry some more and then eat some ice cream. You know typical mom and daughter things.

2. Next thought. I know there's something wrong with me now, truly. It's the way I think now. Ever since...ever since that incident, my thoughts have been, for a lack of a better word, fucked up. It's like now, every person that I see I just want to sleep with just to get the feeling of him off of me. No matter how much I try, no matter how much I clean, I feel his skin on mine. I feel his lips all over me. He's just all over me and I can't take it. If there was ever a time where I wanted to peel my skin off or bleach it, it would be now. I just...I just need to sleep with another person. I need to know that it's not like that. I need to choose. I need to be in control.

3. Luke. I guess I can put him here. I mean it doesn't really matter. It's not like I'm putting them in the order of importance. Unless I'm doing it subconsciously...Anyway, Luke. I don't know How I feel about the kid. He's...well...Luke. I couldn't even describe him accurately. I mean sure moody and brooding could fit his description but even that's not enough. He's just more than that. I think the problem is that we joked too much. Somewhere in all of that I stupidly developed some tiny feelings for him. But you know, I don't think I even want to actually date him. I mean, sure, if he asked I'd say yeah. But right now, I'm having fun with this. And he's not a bad guy whatsoever. I just wish he was easier to read or feel out. I don't know. It's a step up from Chuck and that's all I care about. 

Hmm. I guess that's it. Maybe I didn't have as much as I thought stuck up in my noggin. But I have to admit I do feel a little better. Maybe I could go and get some sleep now. I don't know. My life have become a big game of we'll see. 

I don't know. We'll see. 

-Trina.