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queenrayven.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd May. 16th, 2004 08:05 am)Title: The Dunes (2/?)
Summary: Elijah acts like an idiot and Dom gets sick a lot.
Disclaimer: I mention a lot of name brands in this chapter. I don't own anything nor do I claim to; I'm not making any money off this story. I'm just tossing around the names so people know what I'm talking about. Also I d'no the actors and I mean no disrespect; this is FICTION and I don't even believe what I write.
Warning: Still majorly fluffy. And if the mention of people throwing up sickens you don't read this. Oh yeah, and this is on the LONG side.
The annoyance of elevator music floated to the ears of five men wandering through a convenient store. Billy usually liked every type of music. The one exception was anything that sounded even remotely like elevator music. He believed it was the worst music in all the world and could never understand why anyone would play it. He supposed it was to lessen the awkward situation, fill the void of silence between strangers. Even so he couldn’t wrap his mind around why anyone would play it, especially if they weren’t in an elevator. Like now.
“Dom,” Billy whined at him, “would you hurry up already?”
They had rented a van for the trip. Not one of the modern, sleek, slightly smaller vans, but the more boxed type with plenty of leg room and then some. Really it was gigantic, a little overdone to Billy’s taste, but everyone else was mad about it.
Now they were getting snacks (because you can’t have a proper road trip without snacks). Sean had grabbed a bag of M&M’s with water, Orlando some trail mix, Elijah a bag of Twizzlers and a pop, and Billy some plain salted chips with water. Dom on the other hand had his arms overflowing with crap. Gummie bears, jelly beans, a large caramel-filled chocolate bar, some Kit-Kats, a bag of Goldfish, and a bag of pretzels. And he was now bent over, looking at various types of gum.
Dom was the only thing keeping Billy sane from the evil elevator music. Truth be told Billy could care less if Dom spent the rest of his life bent over looking at gum. It was a very nice view. Of course, not that he’d ever admit to that. In fact he decided he hadn’t thought that, at all, and looked away.
“But I need guuuuuum,” Dominic whined back at him. It was a hard decision Billy supposed. There appeared to be every flavor known to mankind. Sugar or sugar free? Minty or fruity?
Billy couldn’t help but smirk. Fruity. He imagined Dom eating one of his lollipops again.
“Hey, don’t forget lollipops.”
Dom turned around and threw his arms around Billy’s neck, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “I KNEW I was forgetting something! Thanks mate!” He walked a little down the isle and stopped in front of a wide array of suckers. “Now, what kind...”
Everyone groaned, Orlando chucking his trail mix at Billy’s head.
~
Ten minutes and a bag of Blowpops later everyone was in the maroon van. Sean had chosen to take the first shift of driving. Orlando sat next to him, legs crossed, a large map of the United States of America sprawled across them. Elijah and Billy sat in the two seats behind them, Dom declaring the couch seat behind them all to himself. Elijah was playing a Gameboy Advance, Dom was pigging out, and Billy was listening to Orlando and Sean talk.
“Ok, you’ll take the next exit to the right,” Orlando was telling Sean, brow furrowed in concentration, “and then from there you’ll go....Well, it looks like straight for awhile.”
“Are you sure that’s the quickest way?”
Orlando put down the map, glaring at Sean. “D’you wanna switch spots?”
“No, no, I was just saying-”
“That’s the third bloody time you’ve asked that Astin.”
Elijah giggled, not looking up from his game.
“I know!” Sean said with a chuckle, because Orlando wasn’t really mad. “I just want to make sure we get there quickly and easily.”
“Are you implying I can’t even read a map Astin?!”
“Yes, actually.”
Everyone laughed except for Dom.
“Wha wazzat?” Dom asked, from the sounds of it probably spitting food all over. “’Is hard to ‘ear back ‘ere.”
Billy turned around. “Sean said Orlando can’t read a map.”
“It’s ‘cause he can’t, th’ wanker.”
Billy wrinkled his nose, food in fact spraying all over. “Remind me not to sit back there.”
Dominic feigned offense. “You’re not gonna visit me?” He pouted.
Billy couldn’t help but smile. Dom was adorable, bad manners or not. “If you promise not to spray food all over me I will.”
Dom tossed his head back and laughed. “Will do then.” He forced another adorable pout. “It’s lonely back here.”
Elijah turned around. “Hey, you’re the one who wanted that seat.”
Dom stuck his tongue out. Billy snickered. “Oh, real mature.”
Suddenly his metallic eyes flickered and he tilted his head down. A smooth smile danced onto his lips and Billy gulped, shivering. “You know you want it.”
Billy rolled his eyes though he was sure his face was red. “In your dreams Monaghan.”
Dom stopped the sexy look and Billy quickly changed subjects to get his mind off that tongue. “How can you eat all that shit and still stay so skinny?”
“I usually don’t.” He flashed a grin. He stuck his hand into the bag of lollipops. “It just all looked so good though. I mean come on, who could pass up something called a Blowpop?” The sexy look returned. Billy decided to not reply because he knew he couldn’t trust his mouth right then, and he was sure he was a shade of red he shouldn’t be. He turned back around and looked at the cars littering the highway.
~
“Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we-”
“Elijah! If you finish that phrase I am throwing you out of the van!”
Elijah threw back his head and cackled. Orlando rubbed at his eyes and groaned, turning back around. Dom flicked a pretzel at Elijah's head where it landed in his messy hair and stayed. The young actor shook his head wildly, the snack flying to the floor.
“Prima donna,” Elijah taunted at Orlando, swinging his legs back and forth like a little kid sitting on a chair that was too big for him.
“No, you’re just being an annoying prat.”
“Awwww! Orlando called me a prat Billy!”
Billy snickered. “What do you want me to do about it?”
Elijah now bounced up and down in his seat, eyes sparkling brilliantly against the quickly darkening sky. “Beat him up! Beat him up!”
Billy turned around to face Dom. Dominic sat with his head back against the restraint, eyes closed. “Damn it Dom, you shouldn’t have given him sugar. He’s gone insane, completely daft.”
“’M sorry,” Billy’s best friend mumbled, hardly opening his lips with the reply. Billy felt bad.
“I’m sorry, are you trying to sleep?”
Dominic opened his eyes so they were only slits, and the way the dim light reflected off them it looked as if they were glowing white. “No. I think I ate too much.”
Elijah unbuckled his seat belt and put his knees on the seat, looking at Dom. “Aw, I’m sorry Dom. I’d offer you something but I don’t have anything.”
Sean was staring daggers at Elijah through the rearview mirror. “Lighe, could you sit down please?”
Elijah turned his head, speaking in a flat voice. “Relax Sean, we’re in the middle of nowhere, it’s late, and there aren’t any other cars around. I’m fine.”
Sean puckered his lips and focused his eyes back on the road. He mumbled something about his daughters and cars that made Orlando laugh. Billy turned his attention back to Dom. Even in the twilight Billy now noticed just now pale Dom looked. His eyes were closed again and his brow was slightly taught. Billy couldn’t help but frown.
“Y’alright Dommie?”
“I’ll live,” Dominic replied.
“If you sleep it off I’m sure you’ll be fine-”
Elijah didn’t get to finish his sentence because suddenly the van violently swerved to the right. Sean tried to correct himself but ended up overcorrected, and the van flew to the left. Elijah was thrown right, landing in a scared heap on top of Billy. Elijah was screaming and Billy had screamed, completely confused and scared out of his wits, not realizing right away the blob that had been flung towards him and landed on him was Elijah. Sean slammed on the brakes and everyone was thrown forward before finally everything came to a stop.
“What the fuck was that!?” Orlando shouted, hands gripping the dashboard. He was obviously shaking.
Elijah was now hugging Billy and trembling violently, face buried against his shoulder. “Y’alright Lighe?”
Sean whipped around in his seat, face red. “For fucks sake Elijah I told you to sit down!”
Elijah let go of Billy and glared at Sean. “Sorry, sorry, Christ!”
Sean's face softened as Elijah clambered into his seat. “Are you ok?”
“Peachy.”
“Lighe, I’m sorry.”
Elijah sighed. “It’s ok.”
“No, really, I shouldn’t have-”
Elijah grinned sincerely. “Dude, shut up, it’s fine, really!”
Sean cautiously started driving again, taking awhile to get back up to speed. Orlando had let go of the dash board, but was still looking quite freaked out. “Let me repeat myself. What the fuck was that!?”
“I think it was a raccoon,” Sean replied calmly.
“That was not a fucking raccoon, that was too fucking big!”
Sean simply shrugged.
“Pull over.”
Billy looked back at Dom. He was sitting with his hands clenching the seat, back not touching it. His skin had gone pasty pale and he looked extremely ill. “Pulloverpulloverpullover!”
“Sean,” Billy all but shouted, “Pull over!”
“Wh-”
“Just pull over!”
Sean slowed down as Dom unbuckled his seat belt and made his way to the door. The van hadn’t even come to a complete stop before Dom opened the door and flung himself out. Billy followed after him. Dom collapsed onto his hands and knees and became violently ill.
“Oh Dommie...” Billy kneeled besides the retching man and rubbed his back, knowing that usually made it not as bad. The rest of the doors opened and the other three came out.
“Oh Dominic,” Sean said softly. “I’m sorry, I had no idea you were sick.”
“S’ok,” Dom managed, resting his forehead against the ground. “Thanks for not killing the raccoon or whatever it was.”
Sean snickered. “You’re welcome.”
“You ok?” Elijah squeaked somberly.
“Yeah, just ate too much.”
A few minutes passed and finally Dom’s stomach settled enough for him to move. Billy helped him back into the van where he collapsed, looking like death. Billy buckled him up as everyone else got in. His eyes were closed and his bangs were covering his eyes. Even though his eyes were shielded by eyelids, Billy knew it must be annoying to have the hair there, so he brushed the bangs aside and quickly planted a kiss on his forehead. A faint smile flickered across Dom’s face as the van took off.
Sean was driving below the speed limit so not to jostle Dominic too much. Even so barely a minute passed before Dom was chanting “pull over” and he was back outside on his hands and knees.
“M’sorry,” he whimpered because everyone was outside the van, leaning against it. Billy was rubbing his back again.
“Don’t be,” Sean said.
“Yeah, don’t be silly,” Orlando said. “You can’t help you’re sick.”
“Well he did eat-” Elijah started, but Orlando whacked him.
“He knows it was stupid to eat so much; no use rubbing it in his face and making him even more miserable.”
“Please stop talking about eating,” Dom groaned.
“Sorry.”
Sean put his hands in his pockets. “Maybe you should lay down for awhile.”
“Love to, but seat belt.”
“No, I meant we could stay here for awhile and let you sleep.”
Dom’s head snapped up and he looked over his shoulder at Sean. “No, don’t waste time ‘cause I’m an idiot-”
“It’s fine Dom, really. Go and lay down in the van.”
“We could stay out here so we’re not to loud,” Elijah offered.
“Guys,” Dom started to whine, but Orlando cut him off.
“It’s not a big deal mate, really. Go and rest.”
“You ready to move?” Billy asked.
“Sure.”
Billy helped him to his feet and they moved inside the van. As gingerly as possible Billy laid him down across the couch seat in back. He once again moved aside his hair and gave him a peck on the forehead. “I’ll be right outside if you need anything, ok?”
“No, dn’go,” Dom mumbled, hand groping out and taking Billy’s. Billy smiled faintly.
“Alright, I’ll stay.” Billy told him he’d be right back, went to the window, told the others he was staying with Dom, and then closed the window. Billy sat, not letting go of Dom’s hand. He stroked the soft flesh with his thumb. “Would you like some of my water?”
Dom’s mouth twitched, wanting to smile but not having the energy to. “Thanks, but my breaths all barfy.”
“I dun care.” Billy stretched himself until he grabbed his water bottle, not letting go of Dom’s hand.
“Dun want it now,” Dominic mumbled, so Billy put it on the ground. There was an awkward silence. Billy only wanted to make Dom feel better. Faintly he could hear the others talking and laughing outside. He sighed.
“Billy,” Dom said suddenly, not opening his eyes.
“Yeah Dommie?”
“Sing me a song, will ya?”
Billy smiled. “Gladly.” But the second the word left his mouth he regretted it. He couldn’t think of a song suddenly, so instead he began to hum softly and sweetly. It started off as ‘The Steward of Gondor’, but with each passing phrase he entwined his own music until it was utterly Billy’s song. It wasn’t long before Dom’s breath evened out, his face softened into angelic perfectness, and he drifted into sleep.
Billy was happy.
Summary: Elijah acts like an idiot and Dom gets sick a lot.
Disclaimer: I mention a lot of name brands in this chapter. I don't own anything nor do I claim to; I'm not making any money off this story. I'm just tossing around the names so people know what I'm talking about. Also I d'no the actors and I mean no disrespect; this is FICTION and I don't even believe what I write.
Warning: Still majorly fluffy. And if the mention of people throwing up sickens you don't read this. Oh yeah, and this is on the LONG side.
The annoyance of elevator music floated to the ears of five men wandering through a convenient store. Billy usually liked every type of music. The one exception was anything that sounded even remotely like elevator music. He believed it was the worst music in all the world and could never understand why anyone would play it. He supposed it was to lessen the awkward situation, fill the void of silence between strangers. Even so he couldn’t wrap his mind around why anyone would play it, especially if they weren’t in an elevator. Like now.
“Dom,” Billy whined at him, “would you hurry up already?”
They had rented a van for the trip. Not one of the modern, sleek, slightly smaller vans, but the more boxed type with plenty of leg room and then some. Really it was gigantic, a little overdone to Billy’s taste, but everyone else was mad about it.
Now they were getting snacks (because you can’t have a proper road trip without snacks). Sean had grabbed a bag of M&M’s with water, Orlando some trail mix, Elijah a bag of Twizzlers and a pop, and Billy some plain salted chips with water. Dom on the other hand had his arms overflowing with crap. Gummie bears, jelly beans, a large caramel-filled chocolate bar, some Kit-Kats, a bag of Goldfish, and a bag of pretzels. And he was now bent over, looking at various types of gum.
Dom was the only thing keeping Billy sane from the evil elevator music. Truth be told Billy could care less if Dom spent the rest of his life bent over looking at gum. It was a very nice view. Of course, not that he’d ever admit to that. In fact he decided he hadn’t thought that, at all, and looked away.
“But I need guuuuuum,” Dominic whined back at him. It was a hard decision Billy supposed. There appeared to be every flavor known to mankind. Sugar or sugar free? Minty or fruity?
Billy couldn’t help but smirk. Fruity. He imagined Dom eating one of his lollipops again.
“Hey, don’t forget lollipops.”
Dom turned around and threw his arms around Billy’s neck, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “I KNEW I was forgetting something! Thanks mate!” He walked a little down the isle and stopped in front of a wide array of suckers. “Now, what kind...”
Everyone groaned, Orlando chucking his trail mix at Billy’s head.
~
Ten minutes and a bag of Blowpops later everyone was in the maroon van. Sean had chosen to take the first shift of driving. Orlando sat next to him, legs crossed, a large map of the United States of America sprawled across them. Elijah and Billy sat in the two seats behind them, Dom declaring the couch seat behind them all to himself. Elijah was playing a Gameboy Advance, Dom was pigging out, and Billy was listening to Orlando and Sean talk.
“Ok, you’ll take the next exit to the right,” Orlando was telling Sean, brow furrowed in concentration, “and then from there you’ll go....Well, it looks like straight for awhile.”
“Are you sure that’s the quickest way?”
Orlando put down the map, glaring at Sean. “D’you wanna switch spots?”
“No, no, I was just saying-”
“That’s the third bloody time you’ve asked that Astin.”
Elijah giggled, not looking up from his game.
“I know!” Sean said with a chuckle, because Orlando wasn’t really mad. “I just want to make sure we get there quickly and easily.”
“Are you implying I can’t even read a map Astin?!”
“Yes, actually.”
Everyone laughed except for Dom.
“Wha wazzat?” Dom asked, from the sounds of it probably spitting food all over. “’Is hard to ‘ear back ‘ere.”
Billy turned around. “Sean said Orlando can’t read a map.”
“It’s ‘cause he can’t, th’ wanker.”
Billy wrinkled his nose, food in fact spraying all over. “Remind me not to sit back there.”
Dominic feigned offense. “You’re not gonna visit me?” He pouted.
Billy couldn’t help but smile. Dom was adorable, bad manners or not. “If you promise not to spray food all over me I will.”
Dom tossed his head back and laughed. “Will do then.” He forced another adorable pout. “It’s lonely back here.”
Elijah turned around. “Hey, you’re the one who wanted that seat.”
Dom stuck his tongue out. Billy snickered. “Oh, real mature.”
Suddenly his metallic eyes flickered and he tilted his head down. A smooth smile danced onto his lips and Billy gulped, shivering. “You know you want it.”
Billy rolled his eyes though he was sure his face was red. “In your dreams Monaghan.”
Dom stopped the sexy look and Billy quickly changed subjects to get his mind off that tongue. “How can you eat all that shit and still stay so skinny?”
“I usually don’t.” He flashed a grin. He stuck his hand into the bag of lollipops. “It just all looked so good though. I mean come on, who could pass up something called a Blowpop?” The sexy look returned. Billy decided to not reply because he knew he couldn’t trust his mouth right then, and he was sure he was a shade of red he shouldn’t be. He turned back around and looked at the cars littering the highway.
~
“Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we-”
“Elijah! If you finish that phrase I am throwing you out of the van!”
Elijah threw back his head and cackled. Orlando rubbed at his eyes and groaned, turning back around. Dom flicked a pretzel at Elijah's head where it landed in his messy hair and stayed. The young actor shook his head wildly, the snack flying to the floor.
“Prima donna,” Elijah taunted at Orlando, swinging his legs back and forth like a little kid sitting on a chair that was too big for him.
“No, you’re just being an annoying prat.”
“Awwww! Orlando called me a prat Billy!”
Billy snickered. “What do you want me to do about it?”
Elijah now bounced up and down in his seat, eyes sparkling brilliantly against the quickly darkening sky. “Beat him up! Beat him up!”
Billy turned around to face Dom. Dominic sat with his head back against the restraint, eyes closed. “Damn it Dom, you shouldn’t have given him sugar. He’s gone insane, completely daft.”
“’M sorry,” Billy’s best friend mumbled, hardly opening his lips with the reply. Billy felt bad.
“I’m sorry, are you trying to sleep?”
Dominic opened his eyes so they were only slits, and the way the dim light reflected off them it looked as if they were glowing white. “No. I think I ate too much.”
Elijah unbuckled his seat belt and put his knees on the seat, looking at Dom. “Aw, I’m sorry Dom. I’d offer you something but I don’t have anything.”
Sean was staring daggers at Elijah through the rearview mirror. “Lighe, could you sit down please?”
Elijah turned his head, speaking in a flat voice. “Relax Sean, we’re in the middle of nowhere, it’s late, and there aren’t any other cars around. I’m fine.”
Sean puckered his lips and focused his eyes back on the road. He mumbled something about his daughters and cars that made Orlando laugh. Billy turned his attention back to Dom. Even in the twilight Billy now noticed just now pale Dom looked. His eyes were closed again and his brow was slightly taught. Billy couldn’t help but frown.
“Y’alright Dommie?”
“I’ll live,” Dominic replied.
“If you sleep it off I’m sure you’ll be fine-”
Elijah didn’t get to finish his sentence because suddenly the van violently swerved to the right. Sean tried to correct himself but ended up overcorrected, and the van flew to the left. Elijah was thrown right, landing in a scared heap on top of Billy. Elijah was screaming and Billy had screamed, completely confused and scared out of his wits, not realizing right away the blob that had been flung towards him and landed on him was Elijah. Sean slammed on the brakes and everyone was thrown forward before finally everything came to a stop.
“What the fuck was that!?” Orlando shouted, hands gripping the dashboard. He was obviously shaking.
Elijah was now hugging Billy and trembling violently, face buried against his shoulder. “Y’alright Lighe?”
Sean whipped around in his seat, face red. “For fucks sake Elijah I told you to sit down!”
Elijah let go of Billy and glared at Sean. “Sorry, sorry, Christ!”
Sean's face softened as Elijah clambered into his seat. “Are you ok?”
“Peachy.”
“Lighe, I’m sorry.”
Elijah sighed. “It’s ok.”
“No, really, I shouldn’t have-”
Elijah grinned sincerely. “Dude, shut up, it’s fine, really!”
Sean cautiously started driving again, taking awhile to get back up to speed. Orlando had let go of the dash board, but was still looking quite freaked out. “Let me repeat myself. What the fuck was that!?”
“I think it was a raccoon,” Sean replied calmly.
“That was not a fucking raccoon, that was too fucking big!”
Sean simply shrugged.
“Pull over.”
Billy looked back at Dom. He was sitting with his hands clenching the seat, back not touching it. His skin had gone pasty pale and he looked extremely ill. “Pulloverpulloverpullover!”
“Sean,” Billy all but shouted, “Pull over!”
“Wh-”
“Just pull over!”
Sean slowed down as Dom unbuckled his seat belt and made his way to the door. The van hadn’t even come to a complete stop before Dom opened the door and flung himself out. Billy followed after him. Dom collapsed onto his hands and knees and became violently ill.
“Oh Dommie...” Billy kneeled besides the retching man and rubbed his back, knowing that usually made it not as bad. The rest of the doors opened and the other three came out.
“Oh Dominic,” Sean said softly. “I’m sorry, I had no idea you were sick.”
“S’ok,” Dom managed, resting his forehead against the ground. “Thanks for not killing the raccoon or whatever it was.”
Sean snickered. “You’re welcome.”
“You ok?” Elijah squeaked somberly.
“Yeah, just ate too much.”
A few minutes passed and finally Dom’s stomach settled enough for him to move. Billy helped him back into the van where he collapsed, looking like death. Billy buckled him up as everyone else got in. His eyes were closed and his bangs were covering his eyes. Even though his eyes were shielded by eyelids, Billy knew it must be annoying to have the hair there, so he brushed the bangs aside and quickly planted a kiss on his forehead. A faint smile flickered across Dom’s face as the van took off.
Sean was driving below the speed limit so not to jostle Dominic too much. Even so barely a minute passed before Dom was chanting “pull over” and he was back outside on his hands and knees.
“M’sorry,” he whimpered because everyone was outside the van, leaning against it. Billy was rubbing his back again.
“Don’t be,” Sean said.
“Yeah, don’t be silly,” Orlando said. “You can’t help you’re sick.”
“Well he did eat-” Elijah started, but Orlando whacked him.
“He knows it was stupid to eat so much; no use rubbing it in his face and making him even more miserable.”
“Please stop talking about eating,” Dom groaned.
“Sorry.”
Sean put his hands in his pockets. “Maybe you should lay down for awhile.”
“Love to, but seat belt.”
“No, I meant we could stay here for awhile and let you sleep.”
Dom’s head snapped up and he looked over his shoulder at Sean. “No, don’t waste time ‘cause I’m an idiot-”
“It’s fine Dom, really. Go and lay down in the van.”
“We could stay out here so we’re not to loud,” Elijah offered.
“Guys,” Dom started to whine, but Orlando cut him off.
“It’s not a big deal mate, really. Go and rest.”
“You ready to move?” Billy asked.
“Sure.”
Billy helped him to his feet and they moved inside the van. As gingerly as possible Billy laid him down across the couch seat in back. He once again moved aside his hair and gave him a peck on the forehead. “I’ll be right outside if you need anything, ok?”
“No, dn’go,” Dom mumbled, hand groping out and taking Billy’s. Billy smiled faintly.
“Alright, I’ll stay.” Billy told him he’d be right back, went to the window, told the others he was staying with Dom, and then closed the window. Billy sat, not letting go of Dom’s hand. He stroked the soft flesh with his thumb. “Would you like some of my water?”
Dom’s mouth twitched, wanting to smile but not having the energy to. “Thanks, but my breaths all barfy.”
“I dun care.” Billy stretched himself until he grabbed his water bottle, not letting go of Dom’s hand.
“Dun want it now,” Dominic mumbled, so Billy put it on the ground. There was an awkward silence. Billy only wanted to make Dom feel better. Faintly he could hear the others talking and laughing outside. He sighed.
“Billy,” Dom said suddenly, not opening his eyes.
“Yeah Dommie?”
“Sing me a song, will ya?”
Billy smiled. “Gladly.” But the second the word left his mouth he regretted it. He couldn’t think of a song suddenly, so instead he began to hum softly and sweetly. It started off as ‘The Steward of Gondor’, but with each passing phrase he entwined his own music until it was utterly Billy’s song. It wasn’t long before Dom’s breath evened out, his face softened into angelic perfectness, and he drifted into sleep.
Billy was happy.
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Everyone groaned, Orlando chucking his trail mix at Billy’s head. *giggled madly*
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I love your icon btw. *giggles*
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I don't know what it is but I can just so picture Elijah going insane on a road trip!
or maybe I'm just putting my personality in him, lolFrom:
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("And they say the fans are weird" *snickers horribly* I love your icon)
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More soon please! :D
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I can't wait to know what will happen next!
Elijah as a five-year-old-in-a-car?! I could picture it perfectly in my head!!!
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Amazing writing by the way!!!
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Glad I made you happy!
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Oh dear .. . I am feeling a bit sickly ... Billy can you sing for me too ...
I love hyper Elijah.
More please.
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having fun- good times on the road with everyone's favourite fantasy creatures.
poor dommie *kiss*