Stoneybrook Ayr

He wasn't sure what to think of his and Katie's text message conversation. He knew, very much so, that he was nothing but a coward. If he hadn't been, he would have gone to see Katie instead. But he hadn't and from what he could tell, him and Katie were basically over. Just like that. Which was kind of disturbing for him, because they dated for all of two months or something.

Woody never thought he was that guy. The kind that would only really date someone for a couple months and just not be able to keep it going. But, he supposed he was. Although - his last relationship had lasted for several months longer than his and Katie's.

He wasn't even sure what provoked a relationship between him and Katie. They had hardly said two words to each other and than WHAM! Committed relationship.

Woody read the messages again, shaking his head, because he really wasn't sure. All he knew was that there was someone waiting - who wanted him. And who he was kind of sure in that moment he wanted, because at least she had fought for him.

hey, He pounded quickly into his phone, no one's home. wanna come over? ;)

No one even knew him and Trisha had each others numbers. They discussed long ago that any contact between them would be under aliases. Which is why less than a minute later, a message from 'Faith' popped up on his screen.

guessing you got rid of katie? good job. i'll be right there. you'd better be ready for me.

Sometimes her messages made Woody feel so dirty. He knew it would just be sex and they'd cuddle afterward. But sometimes she seemed almost like a prostitue in how she spoke to him. He shrugged.

you know i will be.

( Left in Heather's locker during lunch )

( Handed to Brock before classes on Thursday )

Wednesday evening, Mia was tidying the house for Brock's visit. He'd told her at school that he wanted to come by and see her and Charlie, and she'd agreed. They hadn't been spending as much time together lately and she kind of missed him. Running a dust cloth over a few surfaces, she decided the house looked neat enough. No place with a toddler was ever totally spotless.

She was in the middle of fixing Charlie's hair into pigtails when the doorbell rang. "Come on in!" she called, able to see through the window that it was Brock outside.

Sitting in the music room Monday after school, Kara half-hoped Robert wouldn't show. Maybe he hadn't even seen her journal entry, or maybe he hadn't figured out the hidden message. The odd thing was, she had no clue why she'd posted it, or why she wanted to see him again. She'd pretty much gotten him to leave her alone, then she had to go and ask him to meet her. Why?

Maybe it wasn't too late. Maybe she could leave now and avoid having to try to explain the reason she'd asked him to come, a reason she herself didn't even know.

She'd just stood up, preparing to go, when he appeared in the doorway. Sh!t, she thought, as she slowly sat back down.

Brock had wanted to meet Shannon at her place, but they agreed to meet at Millers Park, where it was dark. It was also cold, and Brock could barely tell the difference between his breath and the smoke from the cigarette he was nervously puffing on.

Even though it was dark, he could see Shannon's blonde hair heading his way. He didn't know if he should get up off the swing and greet her, but decided to stay on it.

"Hey," he said, swinging slightly. 

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Despite the chilly temperature outside, Charlie had done nothing since Mia had gotten home from school but stand at the front door, pointing outside and saying, "Park." Knowing she probably wasn't going to be able to get anything done until they went, not that she was eager to start her homework anyway, Mia bundled Charlie up in all her winter gear and they headed off to Miller's Park.

The park was fairly empty, as Mia suspected it would be, but that was fine with her. She hated the way people smiled and told her she had a cute sister, only to have their smiles turn into looks of obvious disapproval when she explained that Charlie was her daughter.

Charlie had immediately taken off for the swings, with Mia following closely behind. It was more difficult to get Charlie into the seat-swings when she was wearing her puffy winter coat, but Mia managed without too many problems. She began pushing her, smiling at Charlie's laughs of delight. Looking around at the other park-goers, Mia's eyes landed on none other than Logan Bruno. A few weeks ago, she had absolutely nothing in common with him. Now, they were both teen parents. "Hi," she said quietly, when he caught her staring at him.

Amelia had gone to Ty's at night more times than she could count. But she had never, not once,  felt like she did right now. She was going there for a reason, a purpose. And that purpose was about to change things. She wasn't one of those soppy girls who thought your first had to be someone you loved, or that she'd feel any different after. But it was kind of a big deal, and that made her nervous.

She knocked on his window like she did when she didn't want his parents to know she was there, and waited, playing with her hair.

Brock had been in almost a catatonic state all day, he was so tired. After leaving Shannon's the night before, he'd gone home and crashed, but school had come too quickly, and so had the thought of facing Mia. He was, therefore, spending his lunch time outside with Ty, which wasn't unusual.

"Man, you wouldn't believe the night I had last night," he told Ty, lighting up his second smoke. He just couldn't stop smoking.

"Firstly," Amelia said, putting her lunch tray down next to Kara's, and slipping into the chair, "what happened to you last night? And secondly, I have news."

Amelia had woken to a massive crash, and a loud string of cursing.

Her Dad was home, and it wasn't pretty. Without thinking, she grabbed her jacket and boots, and snuck out her window. She knew better than to stick around. She did what she often did on nights like this, and made her way to Ty's. she rapped gently on his bedroom window, hoping she didn't wake his family.

Brock decided after the near catastrophe at the Mall today, he should go and see Shannon, instead of calling her. He needed to see where they stood, and make a decision. Today was a close call, and it made him realise that he missed her too.

It was late, but he could see a light on in Shannon's room. Climbing up to her window turned out to be harder than climbing down, but he managed it, and knocked gently on the glass.

He liked to make an entrance. Plus, he didn't want Mia finding out.

A few days after her encounter with Robert, Kara had asked Amelia to meet her at Pizza Express to talk about it. Okay, Kara mostly wanted to complain, but that was beside the point. She'd offered to buy Amelia's pizza, so she figured that made up for it.

They were sitting in a booth and had just received their piping hot slices of pizza, when Kara decided to dive right into her troubles. "So, I swear, the basketball team must have some sort of bet to see who can drive me insane. First RJ and now Robert?" True, Robert hadn't actually expressed interest in her, but having a conversation with him was enough.

The Washington Mall was almost the last place Shannon wanted to be that Sunday afternoon. Well, the last place she wanted to be with a small child, at least. The North Pole Village inside Lear's was filled to the brim with people, mostly excited kids who couldn't wait to see Santa. Shannon was there that day with Andrea Prezzioso. Although she rarely baby-sat anymore, Mrs. Prezzioso had called her up yesterday and practically begged her to take Andrea to see Santa. She had promised to take her herself, but had just remembered that she had to take Jenny someplace (Shannon couldn't remember exactly where. Mrs. Prezzioso had been talking a mile a minute) and couldn't. Rather than break her poor baby's heart, she was desperately trying to find someone else to take her. Shannon had been reluctant at first, but Mrs. Prezzioso had sounded so frazzled and had offered to pay more than her usual rate, so she'd agreed.

As she stood in line, Andrea excitedly chattering away about everything, Shannon idly wondered if she should tell one of the employees to check on the music. She was pretty sure the sound system had been blasting Feliz Navidad over the speakers for the last twenty minutes. She glanced down at Andrea and saw her looking at the Christmas list she'd insisted on bringing. Shannon hoped she wouldn't unroll it to show Santa — she was pretty sure the list was as tall as Andrea herself.

"When will it be my turn?" Andrea asked Shannon, just a hint of a whine in her voice. Shannon couldn't really blame her. They'd been standing in line for quite a while, and Andrea had been remarkably patient so far. "Soon," Shannon told her, which was what she'd said every time Andrea had asked. Andrea didn't look thrilled with the answer, but didn't say anything else. Shannon glanced behind her at the sound of more people approaching, and her eyes widened when who, of all people, should come down the candy cane lined path other than Brock. He had to be bringing Charlie, she reasoned. She started to raise her hand in a wave, when she noticed that it wasn't just Charlie with him. It was Charlie and Mia. She quickly turned back around and willed the line to move faster.

Mariah had seen the latest blog entry that Flair had made and had been very confused. She had been pretty sure that those things the blogger had said were just jokes, at least until Cokie had confirmed that she and Logan were really expecting a baby. She didn't really have an opinion on them, but she had noticed that Mary Anne had looked quite upset since the news had broken. That was why she'd decided to visit her.

She rang the doorbell, and waited for a response.

Robert was one of the last to leave the Gym after practice. His hair was still wet from the shower, and he didn't feel like going straight out into the cold, so he decided to detour through the school to get to his car. As he was walking passed the music room, he heard playing coming from inside. He walked over to the open door, and stood listening for a few minutes, as a girl with her back to him played.

After reading the news about Cokie's pregnancy, Mia had the urge to visit Brock. It was like déjà vu all over again, only in this instance, Logan was marrying Cokie. Not that Mia wanted to get married or anything. Honestly, she wasn't sure where she and Brock even stood at the moment. They weren't exactly broken up, yet they weren't exactly together.

Grabbing her coat and her cigarettes (she only smoked outside, to keep the smoke away from Charlie as much as she could), she told her mom she was going out. Charlie was down for a nap, so there shouldn't be any problems. However, she always had her cell phone with her if there was an emergency. Arriving at Brock's house after a short walk, she rang the doorbell, then lit up a cigarette.

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FROM: maridrabek
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Mariah was bored, which was a bit dangerous considering it was a Wednesday night and there was little to do in Stoneybrook, so shed decided to go get a coffee. There was no one there that she was really friends with, but there was Dave, and he looked lonely. Mariah hated when people were lonely.

"Hi," she said, dropping into the seat across from him. "How are you?"