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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[desertaliengirl.livejournal.com]

"A horrible one," she teased. "But we both know that's not true."

Isabel got to her feet and slowly started down the porch steps. "But for now, I'm going to go take a shower and relax. Playing tourist is hard."

[sleepswthdemons.livejournal.com]

"Have a nice night, Isabel," Phoebe said. "And come back and see me soon or I'll go into a hormone fit on the boys and send them to you in flaily tears begging you to come calm me down."

[desertaliengirl.livejournal.com]

"Do that. I'll take pictures."

Amused, despite the still heavy thoughts in her head, Isabel made her way to Veronica's house.