For staystrong

It's all about the caption, baby.

( I think you would relate to the sentiment. )

(with thanks for krabbypatty for the scan)

Day Thirteen

From when they pretended to be each other for an interview. I wonder how they decided who would be who, if there were any criteria or owed favors or plans of revenge, like in any good game of Truth or Dare.

Once In A While by Synchronik

JC liked it, though, when Joey would stay at home and weed his flowerbeds and wash his windows, because then JC could walk across the street and stand in the late afternoon sun and chat while Joey knelt in the dirt in front of him in a tank top and raggedy shorts, and flicked mud at him. Sometimes he would bring beer over, and then Joey would knock off early and they would sit in the backyard and soak their feet in Joey's pool and listen to the sounds of kids on bikes and evening birds.

"I'm going to be doing this in thirty years," Joey said, once, clinking his beer bottle against JC's, and JC watching the sun slanting across Joey's shoulder and getting lost in his dark hair, thought that was true.

I just needed to feel better today. This boy does that for me every time. Joey is as down-to-earth as JC is spacey, and somehow instead of that causing conflict, they both admire it in each other, and I love that.

It's painfully obvious that writing is not what is going to happen here.

Instead, anyone still in the meme mood who'd like me to ask them questions, drop a comment and I'll get right back to ya.