Takes place a couple of weeks after Anchors Aweigh (and I promise I will update the timeline page soon!)
Justine & Brian Group Text
Brian: Meeting rescheduled. Bradley, if you’re done with homework, I have time for a game of pool.
Bradley: Meet you there in five
Justine: Whip his ass for me
Brian: Which of us are you talking to?
Justine: Bradley. Obviously…
Justine: And if he does I’ll send him a special pic as a prize ?
Bradley: I’ll try my best, my lady
Continue reading “Learning the Ropes”
Note: Takes place at some point during their first year in Hawaii. (Probably in October?) Many thanks to JL for giving it a better title!
Looking up at the blanket of the universe overhead, I let out a sigh of pure contentment. Was there ever going to be a more perfect moment than this, laying on our roof with the sound of waves crashing against our seawall, a gentle ocean breeze blowing, and my boy snuggled up to my side, completely relaxed? I wanted it to last forever. Softly, I started to whistle When You Wish Upon a Star.
Seb smacked me. “Don’t!”
Continue reading “When You Whistle Upon a Star”
It was one of those days where I met Theo in Washington Square after my classes and sat on a bench sketching passersby while I watched him and Jagger perform until it was time to go home for dinner. I like the diversity of the people who filter through. They give me practice in all different styles and body types. Among the mélange that afternoon, one person stood out.
Continue reading “Just Between Us Squirrel Friends…”
Note: This is a flashback, taking place several months after Unmellow Yellow. Title is from a Phillip Phillips song.
“Honolulu Endocrinology, Sam speaking. How may I help you?”
“Hi. Um, I have an appointment later today, but I need to cancel it.”
“Seb McKenna Crews.”
Continue reading “Share Your Silence and Unpack Your Heart”
The necklace shimmered in the window display, the afternoon sun playing along the length of its gold chain. That wasn’t why it caught Bradley’s eye, though. It was the shape of the opal pendant. An anchor. He stopped on the sidewalk.
Justine liked anchors. She had a small tattoo of one low on her right abdomen, just above the crease of her thigh meeting her hip. He’d only seen it once, in a Snapchat video she’d sent. It started on her smiling face, before she panned the camera slowly down over miles and miles of bare skin, all the way to her glittery blue toenails. It didn’t matter that the app deleted the video after one view. He had it burned into his brain.
Continue reading “Anchors Aweigh”
It was going to be a perfect present. Even better than the portrait I commissioned from Seb last year, which trust me, wasn’t easy. Quint loved that thing from the moment I gave it to him, and he loves it more now, I think, because he’s grown to love Seb. But I thought of a way to top it eventually. I had to. It’s not every day that your husband turns fifty. I was so proud of my idea.
Then Quint ruined it.
Continue reading “The Adventure of Gift-Giving”
This follows the same basic premise as my other Ask Me Anything posts, but this time I’m opening it up to blog readers to ask more questions in the comments. I’ll update the post with new answers and also reply to your comment to let you know. If you want ideas for questions, try googling character development worksheets. Now on to the questions they’ve already answered! 😀
Continue reading “Ask Them Anything: Platt, Myrick, and Cameron”