Doctor Sexy informs that I should stop the dance classes but how could I ever do that? I don’t want to fail the whole semester and have to drop out. I wouldn’t say no to a foot massage if anyone is offering one.
There aren’t many things that Chris Morgan hates. He’s a well educated, well rounded, rational man, and considering the doctorate hanging in his office, that can be said with complete sincerity. He dislikes bigotry and intolerance, as well as watching the kids in his ward trying to fight off diseases that are untreatable and incurable. Chris could watch people slowly wearing away, he could deal with his parents hating him and his dog choosing Andrew over him. Airports, on the other hand, Chris Morgan could not deal with. Huge buildings recycling the same germ infected air constantly, packed full of grumpy people who are likely to snap and murder you without a moments notice, and staff that don’t really care whether or not you miss your six am flight to Japan. Four am, last week Chris is pretty sure he was having sex at four am, not standing in line behind a wailing baby and a overzealous teenage girl that ‘really, really need to see Scott, mom, like, oh my god, I love him, why are you doing this to me!’
Lyla Morgan wasn’t one for complaining. She hadn’t been for a long time, not since she had took up residence in the halls in New York, she went through life like this was where she was supposed to be, because well wasn’t that where she was actually supposed to be? The only thing that was still in Mystic Falls for her was her boyfriend and her brother. Two things that she still could talk to and see as much as she could without being a nuscience on anybody, there was Skype, the phone, air-planes, trains. Cars. It was 2012 after all, it wasn’t like it was the olden times and she was cut off completely from them. This had been Lyla’s final push for moving so far away, not her parents incentives of money and a big apartment on the Upper East Side. It was what the people she loved most in the world wanted for her, and well shouldn’t that be enough? After throwing her black cap into the crowd that was the class of 2012 she had packed up every single thing she owned and left, not once looking back. The ring that Jeremy had given her, the one that helped her sleep at night was no longer on her finger, but on the side of her bed, waiting there for when Jeremy would wake up the day and Lyla would be a thousand miles away.