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[sharpememory]

[Barron: hit by the honesty bomb. He's sitting on his bed, writing in his diary journal.]

So, guys. I basically disappeared off the barge. [He pauses to scribble something out in the journal.] Which isn't that abnormal, but it was weird. I spent a while at home not remembering being here at all. My brother turned out to be a total asshole who was willing to turn us over to the Feds, so he got taken out by my other brother. Who then got all into my business and made the hot high school girl I was really into break up with me.

[Barron sighs, making a face.] It's not like I'm that much older than her, but whatever. It's a little ridiculous. I mean, even my Mom is getting together with a guy. Who's totally the head of a mob family, but what are you gonna do? [Barron shrugs.] It's not like the connections would do us any harm.

[He stops scribbling in his journal.] Then I was back here, remembering being here from before and the new stuff that I'd done at home. I guess I asked the Admiral if I could go home the right amount of times or something. [A pause.] It was better than being here, even with all the drama going down.

Comments

[buywithme]

Comrade, I entirely called Phillip being an asshole. You know I did. You can't deny it.

[Pause]

Wait, what's this about you dating a girl in high school? Comrade, that is really weird. You should definitely stick to adults.

[darknessb4me]

I'm, um, glad you're okay though.

[ichoosefight]

So on top of everything else you were dating a high school girl?

[Post thread at the top of the page.]

[sharpememory]

[Barron wakes up with an aching head, but in his own bed. He stares at the wall, trying to remember what happened the night before. After a moment he rolls over, only to come into contact with another person. Prefect. In his bed. Wearing Barron's own gloves?]

[Barron chokes, which in turn sends him into a fit of coughing. This is not turning out to be one of his better mornings.]

[Post the above thread. STILL TRUCKIN'!]

[buywithme]

[Breakfast was looking pretty good today! There were sausages and bacon and eggs, and best of all? Pancakes. Prefect had gone for the pancakes with maple syroup, because today seemed like a bad day for greasy food to him, and settled down opposite Barron with two cups of coffee and a little plate of toast.]

So, you were going to tell me what you'd want things to be like at home, if you could have it any way you wanted?