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    <email>andrea513n@gmail.com</email>
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  <updated>2008-11-09T06:14:24Z</updated>
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    <title>uptoyou @ 2008-11-08T23:06:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-09T06:14:24Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Nic generally loved being on tour but right now he was loving being at home. Home was a house that he, Cameron, Noble and Jude shared when they weren't out on the road. The brothers shared the main floor, Cameron had the top, and Nic had the basement to himself. They'd been in town for a month and he'd probably showered at least twice a day every day. Showers were a rare thing on the road and something he enjoyed immensely. Aside from compulsively showering, he'd been cooking dinner every day for himself and whoever happened to be around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the last tour, they'd ousted their rhythm guitarist who they'd been friends with since high school. He'd long been promising that alcohol wasn't going to be his priority anymore but eventually they stopped listening to his talk and gave him the boot. Now they had the job of finding someone else before they hit the road next month. Oddly enough, Jude had been seeing this guy named Ryland since they'd been back and this Ryland apparently had a brother who could play. &lt;i&gt;Yeah, we'll see about that,&lt;/i&gt; Nic thought to himself as he was nodding in agreement with the rest of the band that they'd check him out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryland was supposed to bring his little brother over that evening. Nic was skeptical but told himself he wouldn't judge the guy until he'd heard him. He had a mean batch of enchiladas cooking in the oven and they were fine to be left on their own, so he headed out to the garage that they'd converted into their practice space. He figured most bands got sick of each other and that's why they all had their own places but he also figured those bands had families. It just seemed stupid for all of them to be spending money on a place they weren't even living in half the time. Strolling into the garage, he plopped down on the couch to listen to Jude and Noble finish up something they were working on.</content>
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    <title>Chrissy and Loren (with Ryland icon bc I have no Chrissy icon here lol)</title>
    <published>2008-11-06T06:15:16Z</published>
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    <content type="html">When they got back to the house after Jude and London's show, Chrissy went up to his bedroom to change. He tossed his smoky smelling clothes into the hamper and got in the shower, wanting to be nice and clean and smoke-free before spending the night in Loren's bed. He hadn't spent one night alone since Loren had brought him back and he was very grateful for it. Pulling on a pair of his new black briefs, Chrissy poked his head out into the hall. When he was satisfied no one was coming, he darted down the hallway to Loren's room and slipped inside. It always got so hot in there at night with Loren's body heat and the blanket. He was tired of sleeping in clothes. Noticing that Loren was still in the shower, Chrissy climbed up onto the bed and settled himself in the center, indian style, and turned on the television. He was soon being occupied by Andy Griffith and was perfectly content to just sit there in his undies and wait for the older man.</content>
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    <title>uptoyou @ 2008-09-30T21:22:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-01T03:42:22Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Jeremiah was sleeping soundly in Aiden's bed finally and Aiden was completely worn out.  Victor had sent Jeremiah out to the grocery store to get food since they were now caring for two wolves and a human boy. Unfortunately, Jeremiah had been jumped by two other vampires and found himself in a bad situation until someone came along and cause them to run. He had two bite marks, one on his neck and one on his arm. The groceries were a lost cause and he did good to make it back home where Aiden found him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor had healed the wounds and Aiden had put him to bed before going to check on Julian. He knew he was going to have to tell him what happened and he also knew he was going to have to put up with a fight from Julian when he told him that he was going to go take care of it on his own. He knew the other boy would probably want to come with him to avenge his brother but Aiden also knew it probably wasn't a very good idea because he still couldn't trust Julian not to run if he took him outside the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing the door open, he walked into the room, some of Jeremiah's blood still fresh on his shirt sleeves. "Julian? Are you awake?" He asked, approaching the bed. "We need to talk."</content>
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    <title>uptoyou @ 2008-09-29T23:31:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-30T05:33:32Z</published>
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    <content type="html">When Canyon woke up the morning after Homecoming, he jumped up, his heart beating a mile a minute. He couldn't entirely remember everything that happened the night before and he was suddenly panicked as he recalled begging Issy not to break up with him. Did they break up? Shit. He grabbed for his briefs and tugged them on, hurrying out into the hall and down the stairs. For as much time as he spent at the Fontane house, he'd never run through it practically naked the way he was doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Issy? Israel? Where are you?" He called. His head was pounding but he was frantic and waking up alone like that didn't help. His stomach churned and he felt horrible but he just needed to see his boyfriend and figure out what had happened.</content>
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