The Second Floor

Title: Mitt and Leena: A Slightly Toxic Love Story
Series: NONE, DAMMIT
Fandom: I don't want to talk about it.
Pairing: I really, really don't want to talk about it.
Rating: Shit
Word Count: Too fucking long (4018)
Summary: Leena and Mitt Fucking Romney have true love.
Warnings: Lots of weird. Lots of specifically requested weird that I did not come up with. (I'm not really denying responsibility. I brought it into being. But there are so many levels of creepy here and I'd like to make it clear that my autonomy was highly restricted and someone else made up 90% of the content of this story.) Did you get the part about Mitt Romney?
Notes: I wrote this as a present for a friend in my junior year of high school. As a present, it was great. As a work of fiction, fuck knows. But it's here and it's finished and I'm inflicting it upon you, the public, because I hate you for reading it almost as much as I hate myself for writing it. I skimmed it before posting and it might be worth reading just to see exactly how much of my bitterness over being made to do this leaked through.

( This is a love story. That alone should tell you all you need to know. )

Title: Six Miles of Vegas (Part Two of Three)
Series: the Vegas Saga
Rating: PG13ish
Word Count: series total of 23,000
Summary: When Michelle's car broke down just outside of Las Vegas, Julian stopped to give her a hand. You can see where this is going.
Notes: The second part. There's dancing. It's kind of sickening.

( In the sort of coincidence that would toe the line between amusing and terrifying if the parties involved ever found out about it, Michelle, James, and Julian sat down to a breakfast identical to the one Andy had made for herself, though some hours earlier then she had. )