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Curtis falls asleep in his plush red seat for all of ten seconds before his mother taps him on the shoulder, her face pinched with disapproval. Falling asleep in theatres is, he knows, disrespectful, but to be fair, he doesn't really think any of the performers on stage before them can see his face, too busy contorting their colorful spandex bodies over the trapeze. He should have gone back to his stateroom. Wesley must be asleep by now, Curtis guesses; he's been in this show for more than an hour and Wesley snuck off to their cabin even before then under the guise of 'letting Curtis' mother spend some time with her son on their vacation,' th

The only reason he agrees to go to this dive bar is because they don't card and he's bored. Curtis' MO is definitely not and definitely never will be frequenting hipster bars in Brooklyn and he's already annoyed that they spent an hour on the train to get here when The Abbey is a short walk away. Jaya's right, though. The Abbey is sort of shit. This bar - fully equipped with a dumb hipster name like The Merry Saloon (get it? a saloon? on the east coast??? where there are no cowboys????? hahahahaha shut up) - seems unusually crowded for a Thursday night, jam-packed with ironic shirts from Urban Outfitters and thick square-frame glasses and to

JOURNAL: Wesley Fletcher WARDED TO ANA GREENSHIRE.so Curtis' birthday is coming up soon.

The reason Wesley has never really dated somebody, Curtis quickly realizes, is because Wesley is kind of an asshole in relationships. Exhibit A: Curtis is about ninety-five percent certain that Wes is on a mission to get him fired from his job. Curtis has always heard that being an Auror is pretty rigorous, but he has a feeling that it can't possibly be as rigorous as everyone makes it out to be if Wesley still has this much time to fuck with him while he's supposedly working. They're together for all of a week before Wesley realizes that he can use the DMLE's memo system to send him memos, which is all well and good and actually kind of sw

Once Curtis gave him a sailboat in a bottle. Sometimes Wesley looks at it, holding it gingerly between his hands. He's afraid of jostling it too hard; he's afraid it'll collapse. Sometimes Wesley looks at Curtis and Curtis looks back and there's the sense that they both get it, suddenly and without saying it, and then they laugh it off. Wesley tells Curtis he loves him by accident as they're checking the grades posted outside their class. Curtis is grinning and his eyes are so green; he says something funny and Wesley laughs and says it, just blurts it out. Curtis shoots him a look like he's weird or crazy or both and then laughs a little.

"I'd marry you for your money in a minute," she says. "Would you marry me for my money?" "In a minute," he says. "I guess it's pretty lucky neither of us is rich, huh?" In the summertime Jake watches movies. He does not watch any of the ones on his queue. He ignores Portia's emails, ignores her phone calls, ignores even his own likes and dislikes and spends eight weeks familiarizing himself with Hepburns one and two. He doesn't know why she likes Audrey Hepburn so much. They're nothing alike. He writes her a whole email telling her as much and deletes it as soon as he's done. Jake can't think about anything except girls with brown hair a