Cooties

Thanking Lydia for the coffee and taking her own bite of pie, Beth just listens to what she had to say. The pain was clear in her eyes and Beth could sympathize with it a little. Though different in many ways, the loss of someone still hurt.

Just thinking for a long moment, letting the silence linger, Beth searches for the right words, not wanting to quote anything wrong. "I can see how the desire in your heart to help Jared is great, but we have to remember that it's not always in our hands. Sometimes we need to let go and give it to God."

Taking a sip of her coffee, Beth lets the warm liquid slide down her throat. "Justin does miss you and he misses everything he used to do for you. I think maybe calling him so he knows you don't hate him is a good start. Then you can go from there."

Beth held her sweet smile. She liked Lydia a lot. In some ways she reminded her of her own mom. Just some of the things she did seemed familiar to her and it caused a smile.


Rocky,
If your nails were long enough to be claws, I might start to worry. I am happy all is well though.

Thanks again for keeping things up and running for me. That means a lot to me. Hopefully it won't be for too long, but it makes me feel better someone else is there too.

*Yawn* Coffee sounds good. Let me know when you're free and we will totally do that. A little conversation with a friend is always good.

How do you think Sassy got her name? I tell ya, she is worse than living with parents sometimes.

Well, I better get going. Kids are done with their history exercise. Talk again soon.

Michaela


Hearing about the puppies, Ryan gives a little squeal before looking around the shop quickly and composing herself before anyone could say anything.

"Wow, that's really cool. I've never actually seen a puppy just born before. Do you know how many she will have?"

Chewing on her pen for a second and thumbing through some paperwork, Ryan was happy Tal would be coming over for dinner. "Good. I would have hated to have Eli force you to come over. How does six sound?"


Dropping the conversation for the moment, Karla looks up at the ice cream board trying to figure out what she wanted.

"I think today I am going to be bad and have the double fudge brownie." Karla looks to Kip and grins, waiting for him to order his own. Once he had, Karla slips her hand into his again as they wait.

"I think sometime you should see if you can try playing something different in the band. I think it could be fun for you."


Looking up from one of the comics Haden had sent him, Trey gives a half wave and a smirk to Pete. "Yeah, it was good hanging with Ariel too. She is cute enough and can hold up a good conversation."

Seeing the look on Pete's face, Trey knew there was more to him being here. Putting his magazine down and swinging his legs over so his feet were on the ground, he studies Pete for a moment. "Alright, what else do you have to say?"

Listening to what else he had to say, Trey could feel his face getting red, and an anger seemed to build inside of him, or maybe it was hurt. What right did this woman have to throw him away and then just come back? She didn't even come because she wanted to.

"She came for other things, so I'm just a side stop? That's really great. I love being the afterthought."

Shaking his head and moving back on his bed again, Trey leans against the wall, picking up his magazine again. "Tell her to go away. I'm better off not knowing her and making her go through the trouble. Shut the door on your way out too."


Hearing Chance's voice was like a cool shower on a hot day. Even if it was filled with many things, Destiny couldn't look past how it still made her feel.

"Not everything can be fixed once it's broken. Even if you glue it, cracks still remain." Destiny couldn't help the single tear that rolled down her cheek. It made her feel so many conflicting emotions. She wanted to hate him but at the same time, she wanted to be held and feel safe in his arms.

"But repairs can always start, and maybe with luck it can be held together." Shifting her weight a little, Destiny didn't know if what she was doing was smart or not. Chance looked sincere, not as though he was trying to trick her again.

"Meet me tomorrow for breakfast at Mom and Pop's at eight. After that, we will see how it goes."

Not knowing what else to say and for fear of breaking out in tears right there, Destiny turns, going back inside and closing the door behind her.


Getting into the truck and waiting for the others to join her, Stacy can't help but hear the conversation outside with the two brothers. She found it odd but said nothing, not wanting to get in the middle. But she couldn't help but wonder if it had to do with her or not.

Finally as both men get in, Stacy smiles and starts the truck, only stopping again by the movement next to her. Not turning her head right away, she sees out of the corner of her eye Eric trying to get comfortable and not touch her. Just letting it go on for a few minutes, Stacy finally turns to Eric and raises an eyebrow. It was odd enough being cramped together with people she hardly knew but she knew she had a job to do. Eric was making it harder than it had to be.

"I promise I don't have cooties so it's okay if you lean against me."

Giving a laugh, Stacy looks back out the window and pulls out after the other truck, rolling the window down a little.