I don't think anything's ever going back to normal. Wyatt's balls can be officially be declared dead, Scary-Charlie almost scared the pants off me this morning-but don't you dare tell anybody-and Sara has been rendered a mushy pile of mush and feelings and stuff and such things. I can't even talk to Sara! Anyway, Mrs. Sommers has gone freaking insane. She came so close to kicking Charlie out the other day, like one more second kind of close, after the Charster talked back for like, the billionth time. And then Wyatt started yelling and shit went down, man. I mean, I think Derek Henson may have thrown a chair. Derek Henson for God's sake! Dude's the quietest guy in there! Those two seriously need to work something out, because they're starting to wig everybody out.
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HumorAugustus "Ace" Marley was living the good life of a contented third wheel up until last week. His best friends as happy with each other as can be, and therefore happy as can be, so what more can a guy ask for? Then last week hit, and with one kiss...