bossymarmalade | and we're both utterly humorless about our vegetarianism

Dearest Lynn:

I figured I might as well send you a letter since your babyboy's birthday is coming up. Never a better time to get back in touch, eh?

Things are okay with me; really, I should get cracking on those ficlets I missed writing, but I think I'll start them next Monday and get a good momentum going on them. It'll be something to look forward to on Monday, and how often does that happen, right?

In any case, I'm a wee bit headachy (from clenching my jaw in my sleep; I have a nightguard, but I've cracked it) so I think today I will just periodically post bits from fics that really make me happy. I think that sounds like a good plan.

Also, if you could see your way towards fixing it so I can one day put my hand along your son's side, right along the ribs there, I'd be much obliged. He doesn't even have to take his shirt off or anything -- in fact, I want him to have one of his really soft t-shirts on. Yes, that would be lovely.

Till next time,
Maggie

By one pm he's waiting at the Downtown Crossing platform. Or, JC thinks it's one pm, he's forgotten his watch. He waits in one of the marble/granite/stone-something seats and hums along to Pablo Honey until he sees Justin walking towards him.

"Hey!" Justin hops at him in greeting, "Britney not here yet?"

"Nope," JC pulls out his discman and carefully turns it off, "you surprised?

"No, but I'm tempted to go up and sneak a cigarette." Justin sighs and pushes in next to JC. He unclips his bag and starts rummaging through it until he pulls out a banana. "I'm starving. I totally overslept and ran here. "

"I woke up at ten and snuck to Dunkin. Bagel, egg, cheese," JC pets his stomach, "carbs and protein do a body good."

Justin peels his banana. "Notice me not saying anything about that protein source and eating my banana."

JC grins, "yes I do. The world thanks you."

Justin finishes, carefully wraps his banana peel in a napkin and tucks it into his bag. He leans his head against JC's shoulder.

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and we're both utterly humorless about our vegetarianism

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