100 Scenes in 100 Days!

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Word Count: 875 (Snuggles pretty number)
Genre: Fanfiction (TS4)
Follow Up:

Characters:

Name: Jamel Arden Galvez
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Appearance: Blond hair, blue eyes, pale skin

Jamel did not feel better in the morning. In fact, he felt stomach-churning sick, nausea stirring in the deepest pits of his stomach.

He crawled out of bed and stumbled into the nearest bathroom. He knelt over the toilet and threw up, gasping for breath.

In all honesty, he felt like he was dying.
Jamel wretched for a while before standing up and cleaning his face with a towel.

He brushed his stomach with his fingers and furrowed his brow. It stuck out from the rest of his body. He was a muscular man, with thick arms and legs. He worked out for hours every day, which left him sore, but fit. He ate mostly healthy foods that didn't make him gain weight quickly, save for slices of cake on special occasions.

And it wasn't as if his diet or workout regime was unhealthy. He was much smarter than his idiotic teenage self, who thought that becoming fit meant working out non-stop, then passing out the minute you stepped off the treadmill because you were too stupid to drink or eat. That hospital visit had not been fun.

So what the hell was going on?

"Abbey!" He called. She'd given birth to two kids, she had to be an expert on nausea by now.

"Yeah?"
The Hispanic woman came sliding into the bathroom. Her brown hair was in a neat ponytail, and her warm eyes complimented her nose and cheeks perfectly.

Jamel shuddered. No, stop it! She's your brother's wife for crying out loud!
"I threw up," Jamel managed, flushing the toilet.
"Sick?" Abbey asked, her mouth curled into a sympathetic smile.
"Yeah," he said. "And I think I've gained weight."
"Well, duh," Abbey sighed. "Muscles aren't light."

Jamel nodded, frowning. "I get that. But... this sounds stupid, really stupid."
"I'm a sucker for stupid. Tell me."

"I...uh... aliens. You know those stories? Of men being 'gifted' with alien children? What if I... It's just an old tale. I sound so stupid."

Abbey raised an eyebrow. "You know, have you ever read your grandfather's biography? It's real interesting. He was an alien, wasn't he? I read his biography, and it has some details on how he came to be. An abduction. It might help you."
Jamel nodded, slowly. "Alright, sure. Where is it?"

"In our room, I'll go get it."

Abbey returned a few minutes later and passed Jamel a thick book.
The Life and Love of Earl Galvez

Jamel swept the gathering of dust off the cover and pried open the dog-eared book to the very first page. It was an excerpt from a diary.

Dear Diary, it read in the scrawl of a child who was new to writing. My name is Earl. I live on Earth with my mommy, Sasu. It is a very nice name, but she says that she can't be Sasu anymore. She has to have a name like mine. That name is Morgan. It's also a pretty name, but I can't say that one either! I have to say mom or mommy or mum or mummy or mother.

We left Sixam because mom took a guy and stabbed him with a needle and then nine months passed and I came out of his belly. But he didn;t like me, so he sent me back up. And I was very sick because the man wasn't taking care of me, and the others said that I was going to die and that they'd end my pain sooner. But mommy saw that I WOULD live because of human stuff, and so she swapped the death stuff for water. Then she said she was going to bury me because aliens don't know what pulses are. But I was alive and you don't bury people when they're alive. So, I lived with her for a long time, but then I had to go to earth because they found us. It was scary!

The page was ripped and waterlogged at the end, so the little test that was at the ripped end had faded away and bled into the page.
But it was all that Jamel needed.
Memories came rushing back. The writing wasn't nearly as good as his grandmother's, who's writings were now classics, but it was enough.
He had an alien child.

A scary thought crossed his mind. So, you could send the alien children back up?
But he chased the thought out of his head. No, he would not do that to a child just looking for the love and compassion of a parent. He wondered what would have happened if his parents had decided that they didn't want him and sent him away. Why was an alien child any different?

He was filled with elation. I'm going to be a father! He thought. A single father, but dang, if this is how Adonis felt when he found out Abbey was expecting, I want as many kids as possible!
Jamel turned to Abbey. "So.. uh... yeah. I am."
"Oh. Are you okay?"
"More than!" He closed the book. "I'm going to read more of this. See if there's anything important!"

He heard Abbey's sigh behind him, and a small whisper to herself.
"I hope men don't get pregnancy mood swings."

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Word Count: 858 (*Punches* I TRUSTED YOU, NUMBERS.)
Genre: ???
Follow Up:

Characters:

Name: Harriet
Age: ???
Gender: Female
Appearance: Red and white fur, brown eyes.

Repeat for every character, except for special characteristics that I mention.



Harriet's POV
It was... just a normal day, as normal as life in a zoo could be, anyway, with the tainted smell of humans everywhere.
I woke up to feel pains in my belly- scratch that- pure agony.
I dismissed it as hunger- and I suppose I can excuse myself for that, I'd never felt such a sensation before.


The Ethiopian Wolf exhibit was filled with our species, a full pack, really, but it was large, and even the death of one wolf, Auberdeen, made it feel larger, emptier, really, but that feeling would pass.

Besides, she still lived on in her pups, Zoey and Yari. My mate and I were their caregivers until they were old enough to make it on their own.
Auberdeen had died while giving birth, or of blood loss as some said. I shivered as I remembered rushing to help her, only to slip on her blood, stand up, and stare into the cold, lifeless eyes of my closest confidant.
I thought of Sarah, who had died long ago, of age, who had rejected her first pup, then warmed up to the next as she realised what she had done, only to outlive that pup as he ate tainted meat.

My mother, an old wolf named Karma approached me.
She asked me why I looked so pained, and I misunderstood, at first, thinking that she was talking not about the pain tearing through my stomach, but of the wistful gaze in my eyes. I described that pain to her, but after realising her confusion, told her about my stomach pains.
A look of surprise came across her greying muzzle. "Harriet? So soon?"
I shifted my paws, "what do you mean by that?"
Karma gritted her teeth nervously. "Your pups... they're coming."
I stumbled backwards and was about to give a nervous laugh before I pieced it all together. It had to be true. How had I not noticed? Karma had spent hours describing the pains of labour to me so that I'd be ready when it happened.

One of the Keepers spotted me and rushed over to help. "You'll be okay, girl," she soothed.
The Keeper turned around. "Tara, would you mind showing off the viewers? Harriet's pups are coming, earlier than we thought, too."
Tara's eyes widened. "Sure thing, Uma."
I turned my head away from the departing viewers, no more flash cameras.
The Keeper, Uma, who I understood had some sort of the control over the other Keepers, kneeled down next to me. "You'll be okay, not like..." Her voice trailed off.

Tara rolled her shockingly blue eyes. None of us had those. I'd always wondered why humans had such bright eyes, and why their pelts looked like deadly frogs. Or why they, the stupid creatures, got the special colors in their hair. "That's a first, wolves understand English!"
Uma sighed, "I know that it's just a... just a..."
"Habit?" It was Tara.
"Yeah, a habit."
I threw my head back, half laughter at the stupidity of the Keepers, but half in pain. We didn't understand the meanings behind their garbled language, but it didn't mean we didn't understand them.
"You'll be okay! Stop thrashing!"

I didn't pass out, but something happened. Something that wasn't the norm, here.
I felt as though I'd plunged under water, the voices of the Keepers muffled.
"Don't! Die!"
The voice was different this time, a wolfish bark... was it that of a wolf, one that I recognised.
I looked up, bleary eyed to see a wolf, Ethiopian like the rest of us, though with each step stars were splayed along her path, and speckled onto her pelt.
"Auberdeen?" I croaked. Could it be? She looked so young, and healthy, too, not the old bleeding she-wolf I'd seen only a month ago.
Her head bobbed lightly, and she stared at me thoughtfully.
I sighed. "I won't. Don't you worry..."
Auberdeen's starry form blinked once, flashed me an ironically sheepish smile, and faded away.

"Harriet! Harriet! HARRIET!"
I opened my eyes, first only seeing the roof of the cave, then my eyes flitted to my mate. "I'm fine, what about... my pups?"
Ukrah brightened. "They're just lovely, Harriet! A girl and a boy!"
I dipped my head, "bring them in."
I was taken aback by the sudden croak in my voice, but it was gone a second later as Utah butted my shoulder.
"Look down."
I did as I was told, and sighed, two beautiful pups nursed at my belly, and I used my tail to guide one closer.
"What will you name them?"
I looked up at Ukrah, then down at my pups. "The one with the white around her muzzle..." Like Auberdeen "Her name is Amber."

Ukrah nodded. "In honer of Auberdeen, a noble wolf, she was."
I gave him the best smile I could muster. "And the boy is..."
"Ow! His teeth are sharp!"
I looked up to see that the boy had wriggled away from me and was biting at Ukrah, searching for milk.
"Chaser."
Ukrah chuckled and shook off Chaser. "It's perfect!"
I guided Chaser back to my belly. "No, they're perfect."

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Word Count: 970 (I still don't trust you...)
Genre: Fanfiction (Gravity Falls, but it's possible to be read and enjoyed without watching the series)
Follow Up:

Characters:

Name: Dipper Pines
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Appearance: Brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin



Call Me Because You Swear that Jar of Peanut Butter Moved But it Was Just Your Cat Stop Wasting My Time
That may as well have been the tagline for Dipper Pines and his paranormal investigation (amateur as he was).

Ever since he and his friends (but mostly McGucket) had taken down the Blind Eye, phone calls were coming from everyone for help with the supernatural, and it was especially overwhelming when there was nothing in the journal.

The phone call from the police came the day before the Northwest Fest, as the girls squealed about, though Dipper could care less about a party hosted by the Northwests.
The phone call was from the police, and Dipper got ready to call Grunkle Stan for yet another confrontation.

"Is Dipper Pines here?"'
Dipper nearly dropped the phone. "Uhh... Yeah?"
"Good, now come to the police station, we need your help. There's something attacking the residents and we can't find any clues."

Yeah, more like you won't get off your lazy butts and find them, Dipper thought.
"Who is it?" His great uncle's gruff voice came from the kitchen, and he stepped half into the room, his other hand flipping through bills.
"Just the police," Dipper muttered.
"I DID NOTHING! Did you tell them that? It was someone else who shoplifted those mangoes?"

"They weren't asking about you."
"Then what were they asking about?"

Dipper shuffled his feet. "They said that something is attacking the residents."
Stan nodded. "Uh huh, I can't help them. besides, they're lazy."
Dipper sighed. "They asked for me."
Stan looked surprised for a few moments before nodding. "Alright, I guess that's fair. Don't do anything... Dangerous. Or stupid. What I mean to say is, don't act like yourself tonight."

"Stan, the meatloaf."

His great uncle turned around and raced back into the kitchen, cursing fate for burning his meatloaf.
"Is it edible?" Mabel called, and Dipper left before any more questioning (or teasing) could be done.

Once Dipper reached the police station, he was invited to sit at a table in a dark room, where he was told not to shine a flashlight or anything of the sort inside.
He sat at the table and the policemen- to his dismay, Sherrif Blubs and Deputy Durland, passed him several photos.
"They're our biggest leads we have," Blubs said.
"But they're really hard!" Deputy Durland added. "Harder than that maze at the restaurant!"
Dipper sighed and peered at the photos, squinting to see them in the dark.
They weren't hard at all, and we're obviously pictures of a bat.

"It's a bat," Dipper said within five seconds.
The two looked very taken aback.
"What?"
But how!? It was harder than the hardest maze! Are you sure?"
Dipper sighed and began to rearrange the photos. "Yeah, I'm sure, that's a wing, that's a claw.."
After a few moments he'd rearranged the photos to be a complete picture- well, almost, there were a few pictures missing and several of them were at different angles, but it was obviously a bat.

"Oh."
"Oh yeah, that is a bat. Can you help me with my mazes?"
Dipper shrugged. "Eh, where was it last sighted?"

"The water tower."
Dipper nodded, surprised that the sheriffs had gotten the info, with their incompetence.
The sheriffs lead him to the tower, and Dipper was tempted to tell them that Gravity Falls was a second home now and he knew how to get around, but figured that angering them wouldn't be the safest choice.

The piercing sound of a bat made Dipper flinch and turn around to see the massive beast standing before him.
It was flat out terrifying.
Huge wings spread out several feet and the bat itself would have towered over Bud, and he was a very tall man.

Beady black eyes surveyed the park and it spotted both the water tower and the group.
"Okay, run!" Dipper squeaked, but the two policemen were already high-tailing it to the water tower.

Dipper sprinted as fast as he could, and when they reached the top, he felt a gun of some sort being pressed into his hands.
He glanced down at it to see that a taser rested in his palms, and he turned around to see if the police were backing him up.
They weren't. Instead, they clung onto each other, watching the sky as the beats of the bat's wings grew closer and closer.
Dipper couldn't blame the police for being scared, for sweat caked his palms and he wondered if he could hold onto the taser for much longer.
Sree! The bat shot up into view and Dipper made his move, lunging forwards and gripping the side of the water tower, holding the trigger.
The hit didn't miss. Dipper had shot a BB Gun before, but he was surprised he'd hit the creature, seeing as the taser was a different weapon. Adrenaline did crazy things.

Its wings spasmed and after a minute or so, it began to drop.
At some point, a camera flashed, and Dipper stepped back heart pounding.
He slowly climbed back down and headed home, trembling. He could imagine slipping and falling to his death, or missing the shot and dropping his only weapon.

Dipper travelled down the well-traveled path to his summer home and stepped inside

He waved at Stan, who just stared at him, awestruck.
With a jolt, Dipper realised that he still held the taser.
"Catch!" He exclaimed, tossing the weapon to his Grunkle.
He walked away, awestruck, then raced right up to his room, laughing.
I hope that wasn't a mistake, Dipper thougt, smirking. He had no use for the weapon, really.

Dipper flopped onto the couch and reminded himself of the Ghost Harassers Marathon airing soon.
He didn't even know what the next day would bring.

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Word Count: 1021 (I KNEW IT.)
Genre: Fanfiction (Gravity Falls, but it's possible to be read and enjoyed without watching the series)
Follow Up:

Characters:

Name: Mabel Pines
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Appearance: Brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin

Name: Stanley Pines
Age: 69
Gender: Male
Appearance: Grey hair, pale skin, brown eyes, some stubble

Name: Standford Pines
Age: 69
Gender: Male
Appearance: Grey hair, pale skin, brown eyes, some stubble.

"Hey, Mabel. Guess where we are?"
Mabel got it immediately.
"I heard that place has a great animal shelter!"

Mabel's voice came from the skype call, and Stan chuckled. "So have I, but don't get your hopes up, kiddo, we ain't buying any thin'"

Mabel shrugged. "That's okay. But you will go there, right? And take photos of all the animals!"

"Sure thing, pumpkin."
"Okay bye!"
"See ya."

Stan slipped the phone into his pocket, and Ford blinked in confusion. "We're visiting an animal shelter? I thought we were picking up some medical supplies, Stanley."

"Don't look at me, Poindexter, at least I get to bed at a reasonable time. 'sides, this is for Mabel."

Ford frowned. "Okay, for Mabel."

"Glad to see you so agreeable for once!"

Stan ran forwards before Ford could retaliate, leaving his older twin to chase a laughing Stan down the road."

A few minutes later, Stan and Ford stood amongst rows of cages in the cat room.

"I admit it, these are cute," Ford said, a smile tugging at his lips.

Stan only nodded in response, taking another photo, and Ford marked in his head as the fifth photo Stan had taken that had made at least one cat flinch.

"Maybe you should turn the flash off?"

"How do I do that."

"Uh, no clue."

Stan stopped in front of one cage and his mouth fell open
"Ford, Ford, Ford, get over here!"

"What?"

"We have to get this one! It has six fingers, just like you!"

"Stanley, that would toes. And no, a ship is no place for a cat."
"You're no fun."

They eventually left the shelter and the seaside town with bags full of medicine.

On the boat, there was a surprise.
A grey tabby cat poked its head out of an empty bag and stared up at the Stan twins.

"STANLEY."

"I did nothing! This little gremlin musta snuck in the bag!"
"Stanley this was no accident!"
"Aw, shucks," Stan laughed. "What do we name it?"

"Stanley we are not keeping a cat on board."
"We are now."
"STANLEY NO."
"Stanley yes."

Ford moved to take the bag, but the cat hissed and bit his hand.

"Ford doesn't want to leave."
"What?"
"His name is Ford. It has to be!"
"Stanley, no, that would be very confusing, and we're not keeping this cat."

Stan pulled out the phone.

"Oh no, don't you dare."

"Calling, Mabel."

"No, no, no."

"Hey sweetie! We adopted a cat!"

"NO! NO WE DIDN'T!"

"Omigosh what are you naming it, where is it let me hug it, oh there you are you're so cute I just want to squish your little face!"

"STANLEY."

"FORD."

Stan grinned, "and get this, it has six toes!"

"Omigosh did you name it after Ford, you have to name it after Ford, name it after Ford!"

"Of course I'll name it after my brother, sweetie. See you later!"

"Bye!"

Stan turned to Ford, a devilish grin on his face. "Mabel would be heartbroken if we returned this little fella."

Ford groaned. "Fine, you win." He glanced at the cat, and sighed. "Welcome aboard."

---
It was the twin's second summer in Gravity Falls Oregon, and to their relief, things were normal.
At least, Gravity Fall's version of normal.

Yes, the occasional goblin monster tried to destroy (and on some occasions, eat) the shack that was yet again their summer home.
Dipper was excited whenever they found a new monster and would sketch it in his journal as he ran away from the jaws of death.

But their discovery today was something else entirely.

"Cmon, Dip!" Mabel's voice was joyful and her brown eyes were bright.
"Be careful!" Dipper warned.

"Be careful of what?"
"I dunno."

They walked on for a while, and Dipper pursed his lips. He hadn't caught a single glimpse of weirdness, and the only sounds he heard were normal birds chirping.
He began to get restless, and maybe a little paranoid.

Mabel's voice broke through the silence. "OMIGOSHAPIG!"

Dipper broke into a run, and sure enough, Mabel was kneeling beside a pig.

But this pig was no waddles. It was black and orange with a splotch of yellow above its pink nose and he could swear that smoke came out of it whenever the little guy snorted.
Beside it was a white and red capsule... lay open, and Dipper picked it up.

"What is this thing."

"Magic," Mabel said, grinning. "Watch."

She tapped on the pig in front of her and it was pulled into the capsule in a beam of red light. A single drop of it and the pig was back out in another flash.
"I dunno, Mabel. What if it's dangerous? Besides, I swear smoke is coming out of its nostrils."
"Nuh-uh. No smoke. You're just koo-koo."

The pig sneezed and a shower of sparks accompanied it.
"SEE?!"
"He just has a bad case of the sniffles, don't you, Waddles II?"
"What about the other Waddles?"
"I love them both."

Mabel picked up the odd pig and started to carry him away.
"MAABBBEEEELLLL!"

But his cries for her to put the thing down never touched her ears.

He had to admit, on the way back, he may or may not have gotten attached to the pig, even if it seemed it could burn the shack down if it got a bad cold.

He swung open the door and Mabel grinned. "GRUNKLE STAN! I HAVE A PIG THAT SNEEZES FIRE!"

There was a pause, and their Grunkle walked into the living room, still wearing oven mitts. "Very funn-"
His eyes fell upon the creature in Mabel's arms.
"Okay, who painted Waddles?"

Upon hearing his name, Waddles lifted his head and trotted over to Grunkle Stan.
"Okay then, but it doesn't sneeze fire, right?"

The pig responded with a sneeze. "Oh, uh..."

He walked back to the kitchen and called upstairs. "FORD! THIS IS YOUR PROBLEM NOW!"

Mabel giggled and gave her new pet a hug. "Let's go say hi to Grunkle Fordsy!" She headed upstairs, and Dipper flopped onto the couch.

Well, they had a fire sneezing pig now.

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Word Count: 996
Genre: Fanfiction (Sims 4. But it's impossible to tell w/o screenshots, so you can still enjoy it!)
Follow Up:

Doing the rest later.



Five years later...

Brennan's brush painted soft, even strokes across the canvas. What was he painting? Dynamite knockout, El(sa) Bjergsen.
Her lips were full, but small. Her nose was the cutest thing he'd ever seen, and her glasses perfectly framed her ocean blue eyes.

Her hand was on her hip, her brows resting, her face neutral, but not bored.
He turned away from the smiling beauty, who had just noticed him standing there, back to his painting.
Eyes on the prize, lover boy, he told himself, smiling.

Finally it was finished, and El raced over, and grinned. "Nice!"
"I dunno," Brennan said, shrugging. It's a little grainy, and too far off. It doesn't do you justice."
"Oh puh-lease," El said, spotting his flirt. "You'd chase any girl with a pulse and dime to her name."
"I would not!"
"You know it's true. Remember Lexia Page?"
"Unfortunately."

Lexia, or Lexi, as she went by, had cocoa skin, brown eyes, and brown hair. She was tall and muscular, and wore baggy, neutral, hand-me-down clothes. She had a dark sense of humor and was interested in science.
Even with her old clothes, there was no denying that Lexi Page was beautiful.
She was also one of the nastiest people you'd ever meet.

But when Brennan was just barely allowed to date, Lexi had personally asked him out. Brennan was amazed. this beautiful girl, who was renowned for being a player, was asking him out? Usually she waited until she was approached.

Brennan was even more blown way when they had their first kiss, after which she asked him to go steady.
The blond teen was renowned in his school for a few months for being the first guy that Lexi went steady with for more than a week.

But it all went downhill when Lucas approached him and said that he'd caught Lexi with Wyatt.
Brennan, being the impulsive moron he was, had snapped at Lucas. saying that since he was gay, he wanted to split Brennan and Lexi up to take Brennan for himself.

It was stupid and made no sense, in hindsight, and Brennan eventually wound literally on his knees and pleading for forgiveness when he aught Lexi and Wyatt together.

Brennan did another painting, and El invited him to sit down and play their favorite game, 'Cheesy Puns.'
It was one of the benefits of being single. You got to use pick-up lines on your friend, who just so happened to be the pretty girl your brother was crushing on.
He started. "There are 20 angels in the world 11 are playing, 8 are sleeping and 1 of them is standing in front of me. "

El giggled. "That was actually kind of sweet. But... aren't you atheist?"
"Shush."
"Hey baby are you a broom? 'Cause you just swept me off my feet! "

Brennan coughed and hacked.
"Oh. Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Dear god, that was bad."

Lucas came up between them and joined in the fun for a moment before running back to Max.
"You make me wish I weren't gay!"

"THAT SUCKED!" El called as he ran off.
"ISN'T THAT THE POINT?"

El left eventually, and Brennan smiled.
He felt like the world was buzzing.

Did he... like El?

---

He definitely liked El.
Brennan gulped and straightened his tie, spraying on some more cologne for good measure.
Today he'd tell her.

There was a knock at the door, and Brennan raced over.
"COMING!"
"Where's your brother?"
"Guitar practice."
"Is he any good?"
"Oh yes. He's got a lot of talent, actually."
"How much?"

"I woke up at midnight once and heard him playing. Thing is, it wasn't what woke me up. He's not into heavy metal, but he sounds good."
"Stuart's pretty sensitive... Think he's gay."
"That's the worst stereotype ever. Max is the least sensitive or feminine boy you'll meet. Like, ever."

He and El talked for a bit before Brennan sucked in a deep breath. "El, uh, there's something I need to tell you."
"Does it have anything to do with the fact that you smell like you rolled around in pine needles and deodorant?"
"...Ignoring that. El, you're, like, beautiful. I know you've heard that so many times already, but you're beautiful in and out. And I... uh... like you. A lot. Like like you. As a friend. I mean, not as a friend?"
"Did you switch places with Stuart again, because that was super awkward. And loveable."

Brennan shook his head. "Nope. All me."
El smiled. "Good."

Brennan stood on his feet and rocked back and forth before finally decided to make his move.
He leaned towards El, but when his lips met her, she was tight.

For a minute, Brennan worried that she didn't want it. But as it turned out, he'd just startled her.
After a few seconds, she was kissing back.

A few seconds later, Stuart came home early from guitar practice.

---

He shouted at Brennan the second he turned around.
"SERIOUSLY? YOU TWO? TOGETHER? THE GIRL I LIKE AND MY BROTHER?"
He glared. "You should be ashamed, Brennan. Ashamed. I might've been awkward if you told me first, but guess what? You kept it a SECRET. Because you KNEW. Can I TRUST you anymore?"

El glared as Stuart stomped off. "S-stuart?"
She turned back to face Brennan, and echoed his brother's words. "Can I trust you anymore?"

She headed after Stuart, leaving Brennan alone, on the couch. Head in his hands.
What have I done?

---

El listed at the doorway to Stuart's playing, humming along with the notes. He was playing a song. For her. Through tears.
Even though he swore up and down that she'd done nothing wrong, El still felt like she'd betrayed her best friend.

She eventually packed up and left, telling Brennan to talk with her tomorrow, then walked back to her house.

That night, as Stuart's playing continued, two boats continued their slow crawl to shore.