44 Blueberry Hill, Saturday

[sleepswthdemons]

Phoebe was tired of being cooped up and feeling a little restless. She couldn't seem to get comfortable and her emotions and hormones were slightly frayed.

Ok, more than slightly.

After some wheedling, begging and threatening, the boys had helped Phoebe get settled on the front porch swing.

She was, of course, wearing a jacket and there was a blanket nearby in case she got chilled. There was also a pitcher of Lavender Jasmine tea on the table next to her as well as her laptop and a selection of trashy novels.


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[dark-innocence.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, me too," she said quietly. "God, you'd think by now I'd just be used to this. Or I'd have stopped trying."

[sleepswthdemons.livejournal.com]

"You never get used to stuff like this," she said gently. "And you have a big heart. There's nothing wrong with that."

[dark-innocence.livejournal.com]

Her eyes filled. "That's what Jim always said."

[sleepswthdemons.livejournal.com]

She hugged her close again. Not much she could say to that.

[dark-innocence.livejournal.com]

Lana held on tight, then slowly pulled herself together. "I'm okay," she said, "Really. Or as okay as anyone could expect. Just... some days..."