golden boy

Don’t even talk about being old and wrinkly, that’s the stuff nightmares are made of. I guess. Still, it’s depressing. It makes me want to hiss at everyone and ramp up my cynicism another notch. You’re going to improve your well. I hope that Madeleine serves as appropriate stamina building material. Here’s to wishing she romps like a rabbit! I’ll even cross my fingers for you. No news yet, it’s infuriating. Darcy wouldn’t even tell me. Does being head of Beaumont mean nothing to that man? I want to banish him from Fenton. If you end up with Callum then we’re swapping, that boy’s a national treasure. I hope one day that he and I elope and I finally take on the Degeneres name. 

It's nature, there's no stopping it. Sure, it's tragic and horrific, but it happens to everyone. No more cynicism, the others won't be able to handle it. Wishing she romps like a — Skye, what the hell? Get your head out of the gutter, for fuck's sake. I make a joke or two to see you get a bit riled up and cute, but I'd never talk about her or anyone like that and neither should you. What's gotten into you?

I arrived in Lake Tahoe to be greeted with a feather headdress and I’m deeming myself Chief. if you look closely one of the feathers is made out of a certified CHG’s eyebrows. 

Oh my goodness, Faith. Please put — put a shirt on. 

Well, I tip my nonexistent hat to you for being such a gentleman at this Academy. We need more men like you instead of those boys. How about, first drink is on me and second you can pay? 

Miss Reagan, your praise knows no bounds. I'll have to ask you to stop speaking so highly of me before I begin to brag about what I'm hearing. Meeting in the middle, I see. I'm still not satisfied, but I'll agree to it any way.

You’re both so dutifully protective over us delicate little swans, whatever would Skye and I do without you both? Don’t even go there, Samuel, you know how  much it pains me to dote on you with sentiment — or anyone, for that matter. I think my translation of I hate you actually turns into love somewhere along the way so in that case, I hate you very much. Well I apologise for throwing out a senseless beating but my manicure also gets tarnished in the process so we don’t all win, do we? Speaking of manicures and our impeccable bond, when are we next having a spa day that we never speak about again? You looked so pristine in a mud wrap.

Possibly resort to arson if Lily wasn't sane enough to stop you. If that's the case, then I hate you just as much in return. Oh yes, god forbid you chipped a nail in the process, while your victim in exchange chipped a tooth. Quiet, Indy! I told you to come up with a code-name for the forbidden topic, should you bring it up as you please. You're making me want to curl up into the fetal position to embrace whatever masculinity I've got left.

Can you really call it a break if you haven’t even started?

I mean, you've got the notebook open in front of you. That's got to count for something.

I know, Samuel. I think you’re the only decent guy in this place, these days, it’s something I admire about you. Did you wanna go get a drink? My shout for snapping at you and almost biting off your head. 

That's flattering, thank you. I try my best to set a good example as the brat-pack moral compass. I suppose a drink or two wouldn't hurt, but I'll refuse the offer if you don't let me pay. Basic gentleman etiquette.

Who do you think is hotter, Nathaniel Langford or Samuel Hayes?

[Looks up from her blank notebook] I give up. This doing homework thing driving me insane. I need to do something other than… this.

Then call it a break and smoke up.

I apologise, just a really shitty day and I don’t plan on wasting my air on someone whose going to be unpleasant and pick at all my flaws that I already know exist. 

I – I’m sorry? I don't mean to cause any harm. Picking at others' flaws isn't exactly my forte, so I wouldn't think you'd be wasting your breath here unless you still insist I take my leave.

You—oh. You’re very haphazard today. First you are, then you’re not. I can’t keep up and I’m already sad over Oscar De La Renta so this confusion is not helpful. Why aren’t you going on a picnic with Madeleine? It would be a nice setting. Bushes, trees, slabs of mossy grass and pebbles. Every girl’s dream. 

I heard about the man's tragic demise, as well as all of Beaumont's mourning over the misfortune. Dearest Montgomery, time and nature did the man a favor by allowing him to part with grace and dignity, sadly not everyone can live to blow one-hundred-and-twelve candles out on their birthday cake. My apologies for adding to the burden, however, I'll find a way to make it up to you. I don't think I'd have the time to sit in one place when we're down at Tahoe due to the abundance of activities, quite frankly. I can see myself trying to improve my stamina what little I can in the time allotted instead. Got any news on the roommates? I heard they're hiding the rooming arrangements from us until we get there, and I don't know how I feel about this.

Oh please, Samuel. Spare me.

So much hostility. I was just trying to make conversation.