Laura took one of the two bits of paper with Marimar's address and number. Why did she let herself get dragged into this? The three agreed to meet there and soon went their separate ways for the moment. As Laura walked to her house (she refused to ever call it home) She started to mentally beat hers...

Oh. Dear. Gods. Laura had been about to verbally flay Lee-Ann for wanting to leave. Honestly, the girl had dragged her here and now wanted to leave her alone with this...this...HAPPY one? But of course Little Miss Everything-in-the-world-is-pink-and-bubbly-and-perfect beat her to the chance to speak...

Lee-Ann's blithering had managed to get on Laura's nerves a bit. Honestly, who really cares why you're at a club for butterflies. You're there; that's what matters. Why is almost never a question that needs answering. But then Laura's friend got onto a slightly more personal topic and, for whatever ...

A club, devoted to butterflies—oh, this can only be enthralling. Honestly now, what could possibly be so great that a bunch of people have a club over it? I mean, I know butterflies are pretty and all, but really. Maybe I should tell them all to watch Purple Butterfly. That’d make them all less fri...

Was this kid insane ? Adrian had basically just pulled a knife on him, albeit fairly harmlessly and one that was too dull to do much beyond sharpening a pencil, but still! He stammered a bit though, at least there was that much of a reaction. Oh! That was an impressive scar. Adrian wondered how that...

What? If Adrian were one to gawk awkwardly, he probably would have. As was, he shut the book in question with a brow raised slightly, as if in amusement. That had to have been the oddest introduction he'd ever witnessed. It was as if this guy couldn't decide whether he was offended or impressed or s...

Adrian walked back from the counter, after a far too long line, drink in hand. He nearly stopped dead when he saw some presumptuous prick looking through his sketch pad...without permission. Oh yeah, this is why I don't come here often: bloody arrogant prats, all of them...and why did I just use Bri...

One last tip of the cup and the very dregs of some long-titled tea dripped out. It was really only orange tea with some honey in it for the hell of it; why not call it that? Either way, Adrian set the now empty cup on the short side table next to the overs-stuffed couch and turned back to his sketch...

Sleep? It...really had not even occurred to her as a possibility. Not that it would have made much of a difference had the thought wormed its way into her mind. The addiction would probably have held off another day, maybe two before cravings and withdraw kicked into full gear. Or was today Tuesday?...

This place was just really weird. Laura suddenly got a song stuck in her head, that annoying tango/mambo/whatever-the-hell-it-was by Gloria Estefan. "Go Away" or something. She couldn't remember a single word from the thing, but it was sufficiently crazy for the situation. It was a televis...

Stupid. Had she been in possession of even an ounce of intelligence, Laura would have just backed out of the door as quietly as possible and hurried to some other, hopefully unoccupied housing arrangement. Of course, the girl had done the exact opposite and blatantly announced her presence to this ...

Cold. Hard. Blunt. Those words had been used to describe Laura Diesen before, but at the moment she was using them to try to figure out what she was waking up on top of, without the annoying effort of opening her eyes. She remembered falling asleep...somewhere. Had she been taking those pills again?...

((Continued from: The Butterfly Club )) Marimar had answered the door with quickly covered surprise on her face, but Laura had caught it nonetheless She didn’t really expect you to show, did she? Maybe…she didn’t want you to show . That…that incessant voice, sometimes what he told Laura was eccentri...

This was getting ridiculous. Stacy became even more obvious, evenmore physical in her actions, and to be strictly honest, Anthony was being betrayed by his own body. Old men he thought to himself, forcing mental images, Old, naked, flabby men with tattoos and old piercings. Old, naked, flabby men wi...

Anthony fought to keep his expression neutral as Stacy admitted her complete uselessness and helplessness. This was far too easy. She made her outward intentions more than clear, removing a jacket and sitting on the hospital bed far too near to him to even pretend she hadn't invaded personal space. ...