Clandestine || J. Garoppolo

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do yall recognize who Mr. and Mrs. Thompson are

THEYRE FRED AND DAPHNE FROM THE SCOOBY DOO MOVIES GUYS

GUYS DO U UNDERSTAND

anyway so I'm updating today with some very important news: I'm going to try and update as I get things written, but school started today so....

Here's a quick summary of my day

home room: I'm crying fuck shit am I gonna cry all day fuck it's so early fuck where are the locker rooms again fuCK THIS SCHOOL
Gym: cutE BOY THAT LOOKS LIKE XANDER IS IN MY CLASS??!!!
Band: *literally the only class I didn't want to throw up in*
Biology: @ my teacher wow ur a conceited dick but ur a hot conceited dick damn Mr. L
free: *is literally crying and reading in silent study*
religion: I learned all of this last year fuck this
algebra: *high nasally voice* "I do not give you permission to take pictures or make recordings of me" a.k.a. how do you expect to help me deal with my problems when you can't even deal w your own???

anyway that was my day

it suckED but at least the cute Xander lookalike is in one of my classes

plus I haven't had English or Spanish so he might be in one of those classes too

honestly he's so cute and his name is Isaiah

anyway

yeah that's the scoop!!!

enjoy xx
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"....from which we are about to receive from thy bounty of Christ our Lord," Jan said.

"And thank you Lord for bringing all our children back under one roof. Thank you for bringing Logan into our lives," Logan's face heated considerably, "and thank you for this food, amen."

"Amen," the family chorused.

Logan was sitting at the end of the table, Hazel to his right. Mike sat at the head of the table to his left, and Billy sat across from him making faces. Jimmy sat next to Hazel, and Denise next to him. Sam sat on the other side of her. Next to Billy sat Dave, Tony, Johnny, and Sam. Arthur sat at the opposite head.

Everyone started serving themselves in a frenzy. Hazel nudged his arm slightly.

"Babe, don't be shy," she chuckled softly.

"Sorry," he mumbled embarrassedly.

"Don't be. I know you're nervous. Frankie says relax," she teased. The feeling in his chest subsided slightly.

"Alright, Frankie," he smiled back, "I guess I'll relax."

Hazel scooped a pile of mashed potatoes onto her plate (her mother's were the best), and offered Logan some.

"Please," he smiled.

She almost dropped the serving spoon, and Billy being the only one that saw other than Logan, burst out laughing. Hazel stuck her tongue out.

You're an asshole, she mouthed. Billy grinned and wagged his eyebrows.

You know you love me, he replied.

"Hmm, Hazel?" Sam asked, taking a couple pieces of honey-baked ham off the platter. She handed it off to Denise.

"Sorry, what?" she asked absentmindedly, smiling slightly.