Hey are you not writing Milk and Coffee anymore? I really enjoyed it for the first 3 chapters and I'm dying to read more
eeeeee thank you =D
Um… admittedly, I’m avoiding anything remotely Adam-related at the moment. It’s still stings* a little bit too much (which means that 75% of the current Degrassi characters are indefinitely benched, since he was friends with that many people! The people-pleasing little shit.)
I think that means no current gen stuff for a while, but I have plans to write other things (Degrassi-related and not) in the interim ‘cause I’ll get over it eventually (I remember thinking I’d never forgive JKR for killing both Lupin and Tonks. And offscreen offpage? too! Turns out I did.)
So I’m not saying never. But I’m not saying soon either….
sorry :(
Okay that was a bit gloomy. Want to hear a funny joke?
Why did the scarecrow get a promotion?
Because he was out standing in his field!
* I thought I’d paste in the opening of the next chapter of Milk and Coffee. You can probably see the bit that makes it painful to keep writing right now:
Milk and Coffee - Chapter 4 opening
“Delivery’s going to take, like, forty-five minutes,” Drew groaned, turning away from the phone. “All their delivery people are out already.”
Adam rolled his eyes.
“Dude, I am not waiting nearly an hour for this pizza. Let’s just go pick it up.”
“Urgh,” Drew sighed, “it’s too hot to leave the house.”
Drew moved his gaze to Bianca, silently willing her to make a decision; clearly deciding that she was the most reasonable person to choose. Bianca was always intrigued by Drew’s logic when it came to choosing who should take charge of the decisions. He had trusted Adam to select the food they were going to order (pizza – no surprise there) but had trusted Bianca with deciding whether they wound pick it up or just wait for delivery (which made sense - Adam’s judgement became severely impaired when he was hungry.) He was surprisingly good at delegating. That’s why he was going to make a good student council president; he always knew who would be the best person for the job. He had even let Becky pick the entertainment earlier that day, which took Bianca by surprise, because Becky was new.
The next surprise was that Becky chose Pictionary instead of something that actually seemed like fun. The final surprise was that Pictionary turned out to probably be the best way they could have spent the day; it was too hot to go out or do anything too physical, there was no way they would ever find a movie that all four of them would enjoy and Bianca didn’t really want to spend another afternoon watching Drew and Adam play video games. The fact that Bianca was the only one who could draw reasonably well made it all the more entertaining for her. Although, it became ridiculously unfair when they switched it to boys versus girls, since Drew and Adam were annoyingly psychic and would somehow be able to work out each other’s indecipherable blobs within seconds. The only one who didn’t seem to be having that much fun was Becky, who seemed strangely tense and quiet the whole time. Bianca didn’t really know what to make of it, especially considering that it was Becky’s choice to play the game in the first place.
“My car’s still in the street,” Bianca offered, looking around for her purse to get her keys, “I’ll drive-” ”No!” Becky spat out the word so quickly it startled Bianca a little. She had seemed on edge all afternoon, but had stayed pretty quiet until her little outburst there in the hallway.
“I mean,” she said in a much quieter, more normal voice. “Why don’t Adam and Drew go out and get the pizza while us girls set the table?” ”We’re eating in the basement,” Drew said, pulling that sweet, dopey face he made when he wasn’t sure what was going on.
“Well, no reason it can’t look presentable for dinner!” Becky chimed in an oddly high-pitched voice. “Go, Bianca and I will be fine.”
Bianca wasn’t so sure about that. Apparently neither were Drew or Adam as they pulled matching uncertain expressions while Becky ushered them, towards the door.
”Uh, okay,” Drew said as he was shoved outside. The door slammed shut. Bianca could still hear the boys talking as they made their way to the car.
“I’m driving.”
“Uh, says who?” ”Says me. I’ve been driving longer.” ”Well, unlike some people, I don’t have any driving infractions.”
“Well, I’m older.”
“Well, I’m going to graduate before you.” ”… Stupid alphabet.”
Judging from the way the car didn’t start with a violently loud revving sound, Bianca was going to wager that Adam was the one driving. Becky stood, drumming her fingers together and listening by the door until she could be sure the boys were away. Bianca was certain it wasn’t supposed to come across as sinister.
