<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593839801571206323</id><updated>2011-08-04T05:49:29.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>degrassi after hours</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ivy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/SbvzTkQqyjI/AAAAAAAAATA/cpoEwJvAla0/S220/kayfox.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593839801571206323.post-5722547972014437410</id><published>2010-10-10T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T17:15:53.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>say it ain't so</title><content type='html'>"What?" Clare didn't believe this. Blue was the exception to the rule. She hadn't felt so great about anyone since..since KC. And this was so important. She needed him. She needed this. Trouble was brewing with her parents. It was just a matter of time before they split. "You're leaving me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had graduated high school after all, hadn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know, its this last minute thing. They lost my diploma or something, and now it looks like I can get into this art school in New York City." He was serious. She guessed it was the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I come with you?" OK, maybe she sounded like a child, and they were in the ally behind the Dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, don't you see?" He tried to smile. "You have to stay here. Finish up. Be the smartest girl at Degrassi. I have to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I don't want you too." Her body certainly didn't. She reached for him then, pulling her toward him as she hung on to his belt loops. She wanted him. She was certain of it. Couldn't he do this one last little thing for her? Before he had to go? She closed her eyes hoping he found his way to make her happy one last time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593839801571206323-5722547972014437410?l=moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5722547972014437410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593839801571206323&amp;postID=5722547972014437410&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/5722547972014437410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/5722547972014437410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/say-it-aint-so.html' title='say it ain&apos;t so'/><author><name>ivy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/SbvzTkQqyjI/AAAAAAAAATA/cpoEwJvAla0/S220/kayfox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593839801571206323.post-895998006162803322</id><published>2010-09-16T11:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T17:09:30.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it couldn't be a mistake</title><content type='html'>Blue wanted to take it to the next level with Clare. A trip perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its not a game," Jane looked at him blankly. Why was she bothering him now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, they'd had a one night stand once because she thought Spinner was just a little too aggressive. Of course, she'd done as she pleased with Blue. After all, it was her way of maybe getting back at Spin. And he had been like a fast food throw away, afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did I say it was?" Blue tensed. "I love her." It was so simple. Yet, he didn't dare dwell on it. Girls around her seemed to hate that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had met at the mall and were chilling with a shake now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just think you need someone, a little more sophisticated." She gave him a dead stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like you?" He smiled thought it was a laugh. He hardly found her that way. "This is real what Clare and I have and..and I wouldn't cheat on her. I just wouldn't." Blue told her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if she's cheating on you?" Jane told him. "Look, just come to New York with me. You'll love it there. Just stay away from little children like her. All right. I'd be good for you. I honestly would."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue sucked at his shake. She had to be lying about Clare. She just had too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593839801571206323-895998006162803322?l=moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/895998006162803322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593839801571206323&amp;postID=895998006162803322&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/895998006162803322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/895998006162803322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/it-couldnt-be-mistake.html' title='it couldn&apos;t be a mistake'/><author><name>ivy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/SbvzTkQqyjI/AAAAAAAAATA/cpoEwJvAla0/S220/kayfox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593839801571206323.post-5584277953469812253</id><published>2010-07-28T19:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T10:55:59.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just a plunge</title><content type='html'>Spinner raced home. He felt the urge to hit something. But when he turned around, there was Holly J right behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"STOP IT!" He looked down at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you gonna do, Spin?" Holly looked so worked up and worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What, you think I'm going to rip that little head of that player of yours, right off his so perfect body!" Spinner swelled up, meaner than a bull-frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO." Holly shook her head. "YOU CAN'T!" She swayed with him as he tried his best for her to get out of his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HOLLY J! I have to! I need this." He gritted. His fists were ready to pound Declan as soon as he found him. Only, Holly's lips rushed in, and she kissed as hard as she could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't do this! Please!" She whispered with all her might. She kept looking into his eyes, and he melted. She kissed him once more to show him that it wasn't worth tracking down Declan just to get in a fight with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He breathed her in. His heart slowed a bit. He was once so bitter, but now he was turning into jello perhaps, for Holly J. Spinner hugged her. She didn't let go. He knew he needed her. He did want to be with her. He wasn't going to give Jane another thought. That was over. It was all over. Spinner closed his eyes and felt Holly J's lips again. It was like he was really home. This time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593839801571206323-5584277953469812253?l=moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5584277953469812253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593839801571206323&amp;postID=5584277953469812253&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/5584277953469812253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/5584277953469812253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-plunge.html' title='just a plunge'/><author><name>ivy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/SbvzTkQqyjI/AAAAAAAAATA/cpoEwJvAla0/S220/kayfox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593839801571206323.post-8941324647241405631</id><published>2010-07-02T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T16:03:18.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a slip of the tongue</title><content type='html'>Holly J was getting a bit bored with Declan. She thought she trusted him. The way he looked into her eyes. All so sweet. So generous. It was as if he wanted to give her the world. Or at least she thought. But was it true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His sister was getting jealous. Jane was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno what to do, Spin?" He was the only one she could turn too. And she didn't know what it was exactly, but that look he gave her. That little boy look, perhaps. The one she loved. The one she wanted to be her own. Next thing she knew, she spilled it about Jane and Declan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why didn't you tell me?" Spinner was in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry." HJ winced back tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you stand to be with him! HOLLY J!" He shouted at her then. He threw in the towel for the day. No more work at the DOT for him. He'd lose it if he stayed another second. She supposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?" She knew she'd done it this time. What if he hurt Declan? Worse yet, messed up that pretty face of his. She nursed her upper lip. "WAIT!?" She chased after him. She couldn't let him do it. There was only one way she could think how he could get back at both of them. And she didn't want it to be a fight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593839801571206323-8941324647241405631?l=moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8941324647241405631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593839801571206323&amp;postID=8941324647241405631&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/8941324647241405631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/8941324647241405631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/2010/07/slip-of-tongue.html' title='a slip of the tongue'/><author><name>ivy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/SbvzTkQqyjI/AAAAAAAAATA/cpoEwJvAla0/S220/kayfox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593839801571206323.post-5641477217582344387</id><published>2010-06-18T02:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T10:07:05.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>on the hunt</title><content type='html'>Wesley was getting closer. He found Ali alone in the cafeteria. He so wanted to make his move, but he sat there so still as if she might think he was a statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're really weird, you know that." Ali noted walking by with her tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you say that?" It was like a sign, telling him now was the time to get close to her. He plopped down next to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did I say you could sit there?" She grimaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its a free country isn't it?" He shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to take a bite of her fry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He so wanted to ask her where Johnny was. He was no where in sight. How in the world would Wesley ever get rid of Johnny if he couldn't find him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593839801571206323-5641477217582344387?l=moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5641477217582344387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593839801571206323&amp;postID=5641477217582344387&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/5641477217582344387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/5641477217582344387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/2010/06/wesley-was-getting-closer.html' title='on the hunt'/><author><name>ivy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/SbvzTkQqyjI/AAAAAAAAATA/cpoEwJvAla0/S220/kayfox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593839801571206323.post-2026210527124000318</id><published>2010-06-15T01:36:00.024-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T01:36:00.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what have I</title><content type='html'>Blue looked at Clare across the table in the library. He wanted to reach out and touch her so badly, but instead he looked at his paper. He could see her nerves were getting to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're good? Right?" He whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just sucked in a breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes tensed. "I haven't hurt you, have I?" His fingers brushed against her hands. A slight smile shown. He smiled too. He looked then to see KC coming in. He went back to his math problem. That's all they needed. Her ex looking him over as if he were an oger of some kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lets get out of here." He watched her mouth move. He just stared for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" He squinted as if he might be a dunce. Or the air-head that he was. He grabbed her books then so she wouldn't have to hold them. The took off out of the library and out the entrance. It wasn't until they got to the park that he felt completely free. Not a soul in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dropped the books to the ground and reached for her face with the palm of his hand and kissed her as if this was meant to be. The two of them. Together. Before he knew it they were in the grass. Rolling about as the sun came in out of the cottonball clouds. They laid there for sometime watching the clouds. His fingers intertwined with hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know how everyone went on and on about how beautiful your sister was, but no one seems to know just how goregeous you are, but me." He rested his cheek in his hand as he turned to look at her. He slid the other hand under shirt where it rested on her belly. His mouth found hers, and they ate each other for sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only they could make love with their clothes on, but what good would that be when he really wanted to be naked with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593839801571206323-2026210527124000318?l=moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2026210527124000318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593839801571206323&amp;postID=2026210527124000318&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/2026210527124000318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/2026210527124000318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-have-i.html' title='what have I'/><author><name>ivy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/SbvzTkQqyjI/AAAAAAAAATA/cpoEwJvAla0/S220/kayfox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593839801571206323.post-3774226209932462690</id><published>2010-06-12T01:15:00.025-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T01:15:00.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh snap!</title><content type='html'>Clare was a little shy, but Ali had got her to buy a bikini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You want to be sexy, don't you?" Ali was all smiles. She found her a red checked one. It was simply a classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno." Clare remained innocent about her moments with Blue. Of course, she was thinking of his gorgeous abs and his sweet biceps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll be adorable in this." Ali promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess." Clare didn't smile though. Usually, he only wanted her with nothing on. She bit her bottom lip as she held that thought. She'd seen it. Fully loaded in fact. But she hadn't touched it yet. It was just a matter of time. She guessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you two do, exactly?" Ali nudged for a complete answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" Clare suddenly winced. Thinking of evrything that went down between them. The heavy kissing. His lips always made her so haute and wanting more, spreading her legs apart. "Nothing." She was so mad that Ali would ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare snatched the bikini from Ali. She felt herself shaking. She would never tell Ali, anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593839801571206323-3774226209932462690?l=moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3774226209932462690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593839801571206323&amp;postID=3774226209932462690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/3774226209932462690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/3774226209932462690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-snap.html' title='oh snap!'/><author><name>ivy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/SbvzTkQqyjI/AAAAAAAAATA/cpoEwJvAla0/S220/kayfox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593839801571206323.post-7454719573836700153</id><published>2010-06-09T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T01:07:00.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>around and around</title><content type='html'>Anyone at school could tell Declan that Holly J was the meanest bitch at school. But he kind of liked that about her. He liked sleeping with his enemies. And fooling around with would be bullies. Yeah, Jane was a little strange. After all, he'd found out she'd kissed her girl. He thought so. But it was kind of fun for her to confess it in a drunk moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, sometimes, it was a laugh to see just how wasted he could get her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was Holly J. He was getting a bit perturbed with her. For starters, she never had time for him. Second, his mom kept begging him to move to NYC with them. But he hadn't yet. He was just having too much damn fun around here, even if he wasn't enrolled in Degrassi. He could still roam the halls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was during one of those times that he saw HJ talking it up with her, so called ex, Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What was that about?" He taunted. "Old lover's quarrel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." She winced trying to put her books away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then what did he want?" He gave her a stare down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was nothing." She sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, it was. It looked like you were going to blow each other out of the water. What did he do?" Naturally, he gave her that spill they were suppose to talk about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look, Clare has a crush on him." She told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So." He shrugged. "Whats the big deal? She's got a crush on everyone. Even me." He smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is different." She was closed lip about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you talking about?" He winced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno. I want to find out." She admitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Declan just smiled. Well, maybe she would. It just mean more time he could spend with Jane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593839801571206323-7454719573836700153?l=moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7454719573836700153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593839801571206323&amp;postID=7454719573836700153&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/7454719573836700153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/7454719573836700153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/2010/06/around-and-around.html' title='around and around'/><author><name>ivy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/SbvzTkQqyjI/AAAAAAAAATA/cpoEwJvAla0/S220/kayfox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593839801571206323.post-7041714556712409145</id><published>2010-06-06T01:01:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T01:01:00.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>circling</title><content type='html'>Holly J just knew it. She could sense it, long before it might have even happened. Blue was seeing Clare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, he said nothing was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's just tutoring, me." He looked at her blankly.&amp;nbsp; "You know how bad I am at math."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, shouldn't you have graduated years ago." She was snide with him in the hall at school, hugging her books, but she could use them as weapons if she had too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just drop it." He glared at her. "I don't bother you. You don't give a shit about me. What's your problem?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's way too young for you. You could get in big trouble, you know." She warned him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But there is no trouble." He was adamant about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly J gave him an evil look. She was going to get to the bottom of this, or else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I were you," he finally said. "I'd be much more worried of that player of yours, Declan. How do you know he's not play'n you for a fool? I was always true to you from the very beginning, but that was never enough for you, now was it." There was a bitterness in his voice she'd never heard before. It was true. She was building some angst up. She wondered just where it would go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593839801571206323-7041714556712409145?l=moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7041714556712409145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593839801571206323&amp;postID=7041714556712409145&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/7041714556712409145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/7041714556712409145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/2010/06/circling.html' title='circling'/><author><name>ivy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/SbvzTkQqyjI/AAAAAAAAATA/cpoEwJvAla0/S220/kayfox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593839801571206323.post-1127315071608036751</id><published>2010-06-01T01:47:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T01:47:00.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>something simply blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/S_Lj1JI3ExI/AAAAAAAAAxY/s7y06XycxmI/s1600/bblue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/S_Lj1JI3ExI/AAAAAAAAAxY/s7y06XycxmI/s320/bblue.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Clare just couldn't keep away from Blue. It was as if she needed him more than ever. Afternoons with him never got old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You sure, you haven't told anyone." He whispered&amp;nbsp;in her ear. He was so hot, wrapped around her as if she was all she'd ever need. Of course, each day she was just a bit closer to letting him do whatever he wanted with her. She just couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned back to him as his flesh was so close to hers. It was bliss just kissing him. But his lips found parts of her that no one had ever touched. And it was bliss. She just wanted to stay with him. It was such a deep sleep when she was with him. He made her smile with his touch, and his smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so sure she was becoming a part of him even if they hadn't had intercourse. Still, it was there. Like honey. So yummy so delightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, she felt as if she was his. There couldn't be anything wrong with that. Could there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593839801571206323-1127315071608036751?l=moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1127315071608036751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593839801571206323&amp;postID=1127315071608036751&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/1127315071608036751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/1127315071608036751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/2010/06/something-simply-blue.html' title='something simply blue'/><author><name>ivy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/SbvzTkQqyjI/AAAAAAAAATA/cpoEwJvAla0/S220/kayfox.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/S_Lj1JI3ExI/AAAAAAAAAxY/s7y06XycxmI/s72-c/bblue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593839801571206323.post-7182885768259793686</id><published>2010-05-28T01:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T01:41:00.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>love wand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/S_LgS-YH6eI/AAAAAAAAAxI/f7Jj4UpBMd4/s1600/clarnguy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/S_LgS-YH6eI/AAAAAAAAAxI/f7Jj4UpBMd4/s400/clarnguy.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wesley knew what it looked like. He wanted it to look that way. He wanted everyone to think it was Clare that he couldn't get enough of. After all, she'd bit him during their make out session. Of course, the only reason he went to that party was in hopes of scoring with Ali. That was who he really wanted to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not this nerdy Clare. Although, they were pretty darn cute together. He could be her Harry Potter and she could be his Hermione. Wouldn't that be just sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, though, it was Ali he wanted to get too. He had a list to complete here at the new school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. get good grades.&lt;br /&gt;2. make KC look like a loser.&lt;br /&gt;3. get what he came for. KILL JOHNNY.&lt;br /&gt;4. make Ali stop thinking about Johnny.&lt;br /&gt;5. run away with Ali after he killed Johnny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593839801571206323-7182885768259793686?l=moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7182885768259793686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593839801571206323&amp;postID=7182885768259793686&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/7182885768259793686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/7182885768259793686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-wand.html' title='love wand'/><author><name>ivy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/SbvzTkQqyjI/AAAAAAAAATA/cpoEwJvAla0/S220/kayfox.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/S_LgS-YH6eI/AAAAAAAAAxI/f7Jj4UpBMd4/s72-c/clarnguy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593839801571206323.post-9088386492341553022</id><published>2010-05-22T01:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T08:08:44.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what if</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/S_LfIFliIzI/AAAAAAAAAxA/K-3Rg2OR5BM/s1600/alligirl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/S_LfIFliIzI/AAAAAAAAAxA/K-3Rg2OR5BM/s320/alligirl.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Shhh...." Clare reminded Ali. "You have to keep a secret."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why? You and Blue are going out, right?" She was all smiles. Happy this KC thing was behind her. Still she hated Jenna very much. She was on Clare's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kind of." Clare looked scared. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are OK, aren't you. Blue hasn't tried-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no, really, he's great." Clare nodded. "Its just, he doesn't know if a senior should be going out with a freshman. He thinks it might look funny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seriously?" Ali never felt that when she was with Johnny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno. He's weird that way, I guess." Clare shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't want weird, Clare." Ali told her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I really, really like him though." Clare sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know. Its just, be careful, Clare. Be careful." Ali didn't want to tell her this, but someone had been stalking her, lately with texts. She had no idea how they knew her number, even. She was sure it was all Johnny's fault. Had to be him behind it. Ali gritted a smile then. What if it was Johnny wanting her back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593839801571206323-9088386492341553022?l=moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/9088386492341553022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593839801571206323&amp;postID=9088386492341553022&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/9088386492341553022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/9088386492341553022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-if.html' title='what if'/><author><name>ivy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/SbvzTkQqyjI/AAAAAAAAATA/cpoEwJvAla0/S220/kayfox.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/S_LfIFliIzI/AAAAAAAAAxA/K-3Rg2OR5BM/s72-c/alligirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593839801571206323.post-4884661437528507400</id><published>2010-05-16T02:37:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T11:53:49.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/S98MQ-DQxoI/AAAAAAAAAuY/kYatKKa_Hlg/s1600/deccn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/S98MQ-DQxoI/AAAAAAAAAuY/kYatKKa_Hlg/s320/deccn.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Are you actually listening to yourself?" Declan winced as he held on to Jane. "What the fuck?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your sister, she said these freaky things about, you." Jane was so bitter. It would be like starting over with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's because she is a freak? Have you not forgotten that? She's the FREAK. NOT ME!" He bellowed in the empty room they'd found to hide in, in the attic, of the school where the costumes weren't even located. Declan knew of a secret room. This was their secret place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, listen to me, Fiona's been mental for years now. OK. Don't believe a word she says." Declan was serious as he shook Jane, ever to slightly,&amp;nbsp;now. "We. You and me. Are OK. This is the way you want it. Remember. If Spinner isn't to know. It has to be this way. Right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane just nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess." She winced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, we're good?" His eyes glared at her as if she needed to be his and his alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know, nothing is really going on with Holly J and me. Right?" He was serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I guess so." She shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know, its just for looks. That's it. That's all their is to it. You know, how into I am with you." He sighed then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally her tears subsided. They kissed which was only the beginning. They kissed as if it were time. Time for them to be together. Right now. Here. Even if their wasn't a bed. He pushed her up against the wall. Higher.&amp;nbsp; A little higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, how he loved the Victorian style, and it helped that Jane wore more dresses now. Yeah, something to be said for having sex with your clothes still on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593839801571206323-4884661437528507400?l=moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4884661437528507400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593839801571206323&amp;postID=4884661437528507400&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/4884661437528507400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/4884661437528507400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/2010/05/what.html' title='what?'/><author><name>ivy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/SbvzTkQqyjI/AAAAAAAAATA/cpoEwJvAla0/S220/kayfox.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/S98MQ-DQxoI/AAAAAAAAAuY/kYatKKa_Hlg/s72-c/deccn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593839801571206323.post-8980651251750641873</id><published>2010-05-12T01:26:00.024-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T22:57:44.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/S92cTU20zqI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/PYerslrYkO8/s1600/clarenellie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/S92cTU20zqI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/PYerslrYkO8/s400/clarenellie.jpg" tt="true" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Of course, we wouldn't do anything you wouldn't want to do." But Blue was so close and she was in his room. No one was home. Clare thought she might be dreaming. She almost fell into his lips when they took hers. She'd never been this happy before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute, she was torn, wasn't she? No, she didn't care about what KC might be doing with Jenna right now. This was not about her getting back at KC. This was about now. As she felt his hands on her arms. His lips on her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so perfect. She couldn't believe her luck. He pulled off her glasses then. His smile made her smile. She could barely catch her breath. His tongue touched hers just as pleasing before as in the library. It was like nourishing this lust. Or was it love? It was so hard to keep it straight. With his fingers in her hair, down her back. Under her shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he broke away and just looked at her. It was as if he was ready for the next level when he lifted his T over his head. And then he unbuttoned her smock just to find a tiny T underneath.... Under that was just a camisole. ....And there was her cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't ask what he was doing because she was afraid he might snap it off. Instead, he delicately took it off as he kissed her and put the necklace around his neck as if some memento. He kissed her neck then and before she knew it, they were on his comfy bed. She was intertwined in him, some how, as she laid back on his pillow to see what was next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, the kissing just grew and she felt her jeans being tugged open and his pinkie slipping down. She felt herself coming undone. It was so tantalizing and strange but so electric too. It made her smile as she looked up into his face. His eyes were so blue. This all felt so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they should come here every afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593839801571206323-8980651251750641873?l=moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8980651251750641873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593839801571206323&amp;postID=8980651251750641873&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/8980651251750641873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/8980651251750641873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-blue.html' title='so blue'/><author><name>ivy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/SbvzTkQqyjI/AAAAAAAAATA/cpoEwJvAla0/S220/kayfox.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/S92cTU20zqI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/PYerslrYkO8/s72-c/clarenellie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593839801571206323.post-8063999330548991800</id><published>2010-05-08T01:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T01:21:00.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i know what you said what i said wasn't true</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/S92X9WeYj3I/AAAAAAAAAuI/j19VdrjQ5lU/s1600/janescow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/S92X9WeYj3I/AAAAAAAAAuI/j19VdrjQ5lU/s400/janescow.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jane wasn't sure if she could be so cool like Declan. How did he do it? Have his arm around Holly J acting all sweet like the perfect boyfriend should be and still wanting to be with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was beginning to think he might have a personality disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have to get away from him," his sister said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" Fiona had found Jane in the girl's restroom at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been watching you." She said so forboding that it scared Jane into a tizzy. She was gonna need a pill or something just to calm her down. Naturally, Fiona had something to sooth her nerves in that very large bag of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's no good for you." Fiona told her. "He can't help himself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you talking about?" Jane was still frantic even if she had taken the perscription drugs that Fiona had given her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's not right in the head." Fiona winced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop being so fucking mysterious and tell me what is going on?" Jane demanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He has this alter ego. And he has to feed it." Her eyes lit then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Feed it?" Still too mysterious for Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look, he can be someone else when he wants too." Fiona admitted. "Why do think he's such a good actor and all that drama shit. He's like a drama king."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane just nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see, we think he's Declan, but he might not really be Declan. He's this other guy who goes by Declan too. He can turn it on and off so quick. Sometimes, you never know." She was sounding scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane was beginning to wonder if Fiona had anything to do with making Declan this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593839801571206323-8063999330548991800?l=moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8063999330548991800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593839801571206323&amp;postID=8063999330548991800&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/8063999330548991800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/8063999330548991800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-know-what-you-said-what-i-said-wasnt_08.html' title='i know what you said what i said wasn&apos;t true'/><author><name>ivy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/SbvzTkQqyjI/AAAAAAAAATA/cpoEwJvAla0/S220/kayfox.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/S92X9WeYj3I/AAAAAAAAAuI/j19VdrjQ5lU/s72-c/janescow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593839801571206323.post-1922090633090635989</id><published>2010-05-05T04:41:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T04:41:00.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me about it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/S92RVCJnRRI/AAAAAAAAAuA/ueAa-AFu-ww/s1600/closeguysjane.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/S92RVCJnRRI/AAAAAAAAAuA/ueAa-AFu-ww/s400/closeguysjane.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Spinner thought it was great that he and Jane did so much together. The band. Everthing. But she still wouldn't move in with him. He didn't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its just easier to deal." There was still that childhood traumatic thing that she would not talk about. He thought moving in with him would do the trick. Still, she made it sound as if he might stiffle her somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was being weird. What the hell was going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was laid back about it, though. He'd just wait and let her tell him what was really going on. It couldn't be his fault, could it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she was so jumpy around that new dude, Declan. Why was he so haute? He didn't get it. Was she nervous around him because he thought she was a big shot? Was that it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, there were some days that he didn't see Jane at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was Jane? He couldn't get her on his cell. Couldn't find her anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Probably studying." Holly J would tell him. He guessed she was looking out for her. After all, she was seeing this Declan dude. Everything had to be all right with him. Wasn't it? She was a good judge of character. Of course, she'd tell him how fit he was. How his hair never looked better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you coming on to me?" Spinner wondered one day while they were working at the Dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," she slapped his shoulder though, like maybe she really was. "You're like a big brother I never had, you idiot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He guessed he was getting everything wrong these days. But it was kind of freaky how Jane was around Declan. Just what was the deal. And was there anything to worry about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593839801571206323-1922090633090635989?l=moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1922090633090635989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593839801571206323&amp;postID=1922090633090635989&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/1922090633090635989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/1922090633090635989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/2010/05/tell-me-about-it.html' title='tell me about it'/><author><name>ivy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/SbvzTkQqyjI/AAAAAAAAATA/cpoEwJvAla0/S220/kayfox.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/S92RVCJnRRI/AAAAAAAAAuA/ueAa-AFu-ww/s72-c/closeguysjane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593839801571206323.post-4038376882881129198</id><published>2010-05-02T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T09:40:18.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>there comes a time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/S92NyEbDv-I/AAAAAAAAAt4/uFT3fzNFnxc/s1600/bluuuuu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/S92NyEbDv-I/AAAAAAAAAt4/uFT3fzNFnxc/s320/bluuuuu.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Are you serious?" Blue looked at Clare as if she was getting desperate now after the KC thing. "Kelly's too old for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They usually talked everyday, but about his homework. She was tutoring him. After all, he loved his art and that's all he thought about most days. But this was just crazy. "You and Kelly? How do you even know him?" He winced as he followed her toward the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't, actually." She was indifferent, naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What would Darcy think, huh?" Blue went on to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You wouldn't?" She scowled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just tell me, nothing is going on." He put his hand on her shoulder. He was serious. In all honesty, he'd grown to adore her in the last few weeks. She was a whiz at math and had even helped him with a term paper. She was more than a brain. She had beautiful eyes under those thick glasses, and he'd been wanting to touch those curls of hers, forever. Only, he hadn't because he was older and should be thinking of college and everything that went with her. But this was where he felt most comfortable. Here with Clare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing is going on." She hugged her books then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They found themselves their spot in the back corner of the library and put out their pens and paper and books and whatnot to begin that dreadful nonsense that Blue didn't want to think about. Homework. Naturally, she was so calm and not another word spoken about Kelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue couldn't take his eyes off her. He wanted her for himself. He found himself holding her hand then. The next thing he knew, they were kissing. Really, heavy duty kissing. He couldn't remember the last time he'd even kissed a girl. Actually. He knew everyone was beginning to think he'd be Riley's next conquest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sigh of relief, afterwards. He still had it. What&amp;nbsp;a girl needed.&amp;nbsp;And he knew it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593839801571206323-4038376882881129198?l=moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4038376882881129198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593839801571206323&amp;postID=4038376882881129198&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/4038376882881129198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/4038376882881129198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/2010/05/there-comes-time.html' title='there comes a time'/><author><name>ivy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/SbvzTkQqyjI/AAAAAAAAATA/cpoEwJvAla0/S220/kayfox.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/S92NyEbDv-I/AAAAAAAAAt4/uFT3fzNFnxc/s72-c/bluuuuu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593839801571206323.post-2594183771342200270</id><published>2010-05-01T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T20:08:46.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this time for sure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/S9zNzDbuUsI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/6ZOtnvfj40M/s1600/clarenellie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/S9zNzDbuUsI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/6ZOtnvfj40M/s400/clarenellie.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Really, life just hadn't been the same for Claire after KC. She didn't think she'd miss him so much, but she did. She felt bad that she hadn't fought for him more. But she just wasn't the type to beg for forgiveness either. Of course, she didn't think she needed to be forgiven for anything. Wasn't this all KC's fault anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ali might as well have been in the same boat, but she wouldn't admit it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;"We're just going through a dry spell that's all?" Ali shrugged it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/S9zPeyhAQ5I/AAAAAAAAAtY/QdWqM5qyg48/s1600/kelly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/S9zPeyhAQ5I/AAAAAAAAAtY/QdWqM5qyg48/s320/kelly.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clare wasn't to thrilled with Ali's assumption. After all, didn't she have someone waiting in the wings for her. Or maybe she was seeing Johnny and she wouldn't tell. Clare wouldn't put anything past her. So if Ali was going to keep Johnny a secret. So would Clare. She had her eye on someone too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;She was leaving KC behind. Those days were over. She wanted to meet someone much older and so much more mature. But this time she'd really have to sneak around. No one could know. But maybe it would work out. Just maybe. This time with Kelly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593839801571206323-2594183771342200270?l=moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2594183771342200270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593839801571206323&amp;postID=2594183771342200270&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/2594183771342200270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593839801571206323/posts/default/2594183771342200270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moredegrassimoments.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-time-for-sure.html' title='this time for sure'/><author><name>ivy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/SbvzTkQqyjI/AAAAAAAAATA/cpoEwJvAla0/S220/kayfox.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGJHm57D_ys/S9zNzDbuUsI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/6ZOtnvfj40M/s72-c/clarenellie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
