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25yearsofcrying · 3 years

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Julie and the Phantoms

Summary: Trying my own hand at JATP novelization, using the show rather than the novel or the scripts. I’m sure it’s been done before but there’s never enough Julie and the Phantoms, right? If nothing else, I have an excuse to rewatch every single scene of the show all over again. And the deleted scene...

CHAPTER 02: life is a test, yes

Julie

I never used to want to be invisible, but that was before. Now I keep my head down and my cap pulled into my face as I weave my way through the hallway of Los Felis High School. I’ve had more than enough attention, the wrong kind, over the past year. That’s the one thing no one tells you about losing a mother. That people will shower you with pity. And those same people will look at you with side eye when you don’t bounce back as fast as they need you to.

I’m standing at my locker when my best friend bounces over. “Hey, underachiever,” she greets me, teasing.

That brings a brief smile to my face. “Hey, disappointment,” I counter.

She gets straight to the point, as she always does. “I know you don’t want me to ask, but have you figured out what you’re gonna do today?” And she is right. I don’t want her to ask. This is not a conversation I am ready for, despite having seen it coming.

“I’ll know in the moment,” I say and I can tell my best friend sees through my blatant lie.

My name is Julie and hers is Flynn and while she’s the furthest thing from a disappointment, but these days, I am as well be that and an underachiever, too. I never used to be. I used to work hard, apply myself as the teachers would say, and I made my family proud. My grades are still okay these days, also thanks to the teachers’ leniency over the past few months, but I can’t find my ambition. Aspiring towards anything feels hollow when my mom’s not around to witness my achievements. Everything just reminds me that she is not here anymore.

At this point, everyone thinks I’m a loser. A flake. The girl who is still in the music program because the teacher feels sorry for me, not because I belong.

Flynn looks at me in disbelief. She has one of those extremely expressive faces and I would be able to tell how frustrated she is with me even if I didn’t know her as well as I do. “Really, Jules? That’s all you’re giving me? Mrs. Harrison said this is your last chance.”

“I know. I was there.” I appreciate what Flynn’s trying to do for me, I do. She’s been kicking my behind into gear for the past year and I’m not sure where I’d be without her. They say you find who your real friends are in a time of crisis and I certainly have. Flynn can be kind and Flynn be tough, but about all, Flynn is loyal. Right now, however, my insides are twisting with nerves as is.

I don’t know what I’m going to do.

Fortunately, I’m saved from further conversation by a familiar, annoying voice. Carrie Wilson, our school’s queen bee and kind of celebrity, floats through the hallway with flyers in hand. She hands one to anyone willing to take it, which is everyone. “See you at the rally!” she says with each flyer. Her tone drips with sugary sweet fake friendliness.

Flynn’s displeasure turns to Carrie. “Ugh. What is she handing out?”

I shrug. “Desperation?” I guess and it makes Flynn chuckle, which I take as a point for me. Humor has been one of those things not coming easy to me lately and I am glad to see I can still make Flynn laugh.

“Come see Dirty Candy tomorrow!” Carrie makes her way over to us. “Here you go!” she says, handing a flyer first to Flynn and then to me. “My group’s performing at the spirit rally tomorrow.” I am shocked she mentions her group at all. Everyone knows it’s a Carrie show, supported by her father’s money and connections. “I’m sure you guys have nothing better to do,” she adds.

Carrie and I used to be friends. Right now, I can barely remember why.

“Oh my gosh, Carrie! Thanks!” says Flynn sarcastically, clutching the flyer like it’s a lottery ticket before letting her features slip back into an unimpressed expression.

“Oh my gosh, Flynn! Don’t bother coming!” Carrie says back and turns away from us. She has more flyers to hand out still.

And as she walks away, my gaze lands on her boyfriend Nick, who is waiting nearby with his skateboard and his nose in his phone. He doesn’t notice me, but I can’t help but smile to myself. He is so cute.

“Nick?” Flynn doesn’t miss my dreamy look. “Still? You know they’re gonna get married and have a bunch of unholy babies.”

“Nick is a sweetheart,” I protest. Nick might be a popular lacrosse player who’s been dating Carrie for much too long, but he is kind and nice. Very unlike his girlfriend.

Flynn shakes her head. “You’d actually have to talk to him to know that. And only one of them has to be a demon to make a demon baby. Demon!” she shouts and we both giggle when Carrie turns to follow her voice.

Seeing me laugh makes Flynn smile with genuine joy. “There’s that smile. Now let’s go prove everybody wrong.”

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Music has always been my connection to other people. It connected me to Mom, to Flynn, even to Carrie at one point. Maybe it could have connected me to Nick, too, as he is playing his impressive solo of a classical piece on electric guitar but I’m too focused on what’s coming next.

Mrs. Harrison praises Nick when he finishes and the applause dies down. “Nice job, Nick. Almost as impressive as you game against Glandale,” she jokes and waits for him to sit before she turns to the rest of the class. To me. “We have one last performance. Julie?”

Reluctantly, I stand up. Music has been my life. Ever since I can remember, Mom and I would sit at the piano and play for hours. We used to write music together. When she was alive, I felt like some of her talent had to be in me, too, and she always encouraged me to keep playing. Then she died. And every time I touch an instrument – every time I so much as I try listening to a song – all I can think of is the pain of her being gone.

She’d want me to continue with the music program. I want to continue with the music program. Music is my dream… At least it has always been.

I approach the piano and sit down. Even though I’ve never needed to look at music sheets – I don’t forget music – I place them in front of me now. To buy myself time.

Everyone’s eyes are on me. Mrs. Harrison says, encouragingly: “Take your time.” She’d been saying that for a year now, but I know this is the last time she is going to. I’ve run out of my chances.

So I touch my fingers to the keys.

My insides twist, painfully.

I never play a note.

“I’m sorry,” I say, getting to my feet. Without looking at anyone, I grab my things.

Carrie says, in mock confusion: “Is this when we clap?”

I hear Flynn snap at her but I don’t stop to see whether Carrie looks chastised. I’m running out of the classroom, Flynn at my heels.

Tears are burning in my eyes.

I’ve failed. I’ve disappointed everyone. Mrs. Harrison, Flynn, Dad… Mom. Myself. And I gave ammunition to Carrie, too. Everyone probably thinks I’m being dramatic, but they don’t understand how much it hurts.

“Julie!”

Despite wanting to run as far away as I possibly can, Flynn’s voice forces me to stop and turn around.

She is standing on top of the stairs I’ve reached the bottom of and she looks on the edge of tears herself, her gorgeous face twisted with pain and anger. “Girl!” she shouts and accompanies it with an urgent gesture, pointing back towards the classroom. “You better get back up here and you show them you can sing.”

I shake my head. I want to, but I can’t. I’m done here. “I’ve tried,” I shout back. “I’ve tried for myself, I’ve tried for Mrs. Harrison, I’ve tried for you, I’ve tried for my Dad and I’ve tried for mom. For a whole year, I’ve been trying. I can’t do this anymore.” Tears threaten to roll down my face. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t. I’m done.”

I turn away again, to run, and this time I hear Flynn calling my name, but she doesn’t chase after me.

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holylulusworld · 4 years

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Steam – Just Steam

Summary: You and Steve are at each other’s throat since you joined the Avengers. One day you need to release some steam and things get dirty.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark

Warnings: angst, language, angry sex, smut, unprotected sex, oral (both receiving), sex on a desk, semi-public sex, Captain kink, arguments, fluff, violence against a wall and a camera

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“Gosh, can you stop talking about this stupid comment Natasha made?” Annoyed you walk past Steve to enter the ‘escape room’ Tony prepared for you to test it.

“You agreed, Y/N. She said our sex life must be boring, Tony started to cackle and mumbled I’m too stiff and prude to get kinky and you agreed.” Steve follows you into the room, slamming the door shut.

“Steve, did you expect me to tell him we tried almost anything in the bedroom? Did you want me to tell him I call you Captain as it gets you going?” Spatting the words, you poke your finger into Steve’s chest, not caring about the angry look he gives you.

“You agreed I’m stiff and prude…” Steve deadpans as you give him a dirty grin.

“Oh, Cappy we both know you are stiff…hmmm…” Patting his cock you lick your lips. “But that’s only for me to know. Also…” Now you squeeze his length. “…we both know you are not a prude at all. The things you did with your tongue and fingers last week. I bet we go straight to hell for this kind of activity in the bedroom.”

Steve smirks, remembering the way you screamed his name as he slid his finger into your ass while his tongue fucked your other hole. “You loved it, Y/N. Can still hear you screaming my name as you came harder than ever before.” Proudly puffing his chest Steve finally looks around the room.

“Stop turning me on, Steven Grant Rogers. We have forty-five minutes to beat Bruce and Natasha. They are the champions in escaping this room. Find the first clue and we can start.” Muttering you poke your finger into Steve’s chest, making him growl.

“You know…” Smirking Steve grabs your waist to pick you up as you squeal surprised. “It’s only you and me in a locked room. No chance for you to escape…hmmm…”

“Oh, no…no, Steve. I want to win this pr…” Silenced by Steve’s lips you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. “Fuck it…give it to me good Rogers…”

“I’m on it, ma’am. I think you broke two or three laws last week with all the noises you made and the things you let me do to you…” Humming against your lips Steve holds your body with one strong arm as he fumbles his pants open.

“Steve, you make me weak for sure. Fuck I want to feel you right now. Forget this stupid contest.” Nipping along his jaw you moan as he frees his cock, letting it smack against your stomach.

“Gonna shove these panties aside and take you like the dirty girl you are for me, Y/N. Your Captain will teach you how to address your commanding officer right.”

Shivering in anticipation as Steve wants to play ‘that game’ you nod eagerly letting him fumble your panties aside as you slip one hand between your bodies to line his cock up with your slit.

“Do it, Cappy…fuck me like the dirty girl I am. I had all these naughty thoughts last night, Stevie. Wanted to crawl under the blanket, get your cock out…” Steve gasps as you nip at his lips. “…and wanted to take you in my mouth, suck you off while you were sleeping…” Now he growls against you as his length slides deeper into you.

“Baby, that wasn’t just a fantasy…” Steve walks toward the desk to lie you down, sliding into you completely the moment your back is pressed against the cool wood.

“I woke up with your lips wrapped around me and had to fuck your throat raw as you were such a naughty girl.” Groaning Steve starts to thrust hard, going as deep as possible.

Spread out on the table you watch Steve work his cock into you in a frenzy. You don’t know he counts to make sure you still will win the game.

“Punish me, Steve, need to feel you for days…” It’s a challenge and you know Steve will participate with pleasure.

His hands grab you roughly as he pulls back out to bend you over the desk, there is this moment of silence before he fills you again, taking you the way, you want him to, making you scream.

“Taking me so well every time, fuck.” Cursing Steve watches his dick entering your body. He’ll never not enjoy the sight of your body taking him so well, so deep he can feel your cervix kiss the wide head.

“Steve, right there, Baby…”

“I know, just relax and cum for your Captain.” Steve is rocking his hips faster, grabbing your skirt to use the fabric to drag you onto his cock with every powerful thrust of his shaft.

“I can’t…I won’t last long, Steve…come with me…please…” Whimpering you feel the dam break and you know you will lose the game, but you don’t care. All you want to hear is your lover calling your name as he fills you to the brim.

“Lord, help me this woman…” Steve’s movement becomes erratic and you know he’s close. To watch him fall apart you look over your shoulder to see the golden boy contort his handsome features as he shoots his cum into you, silently cursing your name.

“You look pretty when you cum, Cappy.” Chucking you let Steve pull out to clean the mess he made with his shirt.

“Damn, don’t take your shirt off, Steve…” Whining you lick your lips, trying to ignore the sight of his sweaty chest on full display or the way a few droplets roll down his abs.

“Get up, doll. We’ve got a game to win.” Steve states as you try to straighten your clothing on wobbling legs.

“Where to, Cap?” Looking around the room you see you only got twenty minutes left to beat Natasha and Bruce, so you want to sit onto the chair but Steve smirks before he grabs his shield to run toward the wall.

“Steve…what the fu…!” Mouth agape you watch Steve break through the wall. He’s poking his head back into the room, grinning at you before he holds out his hand to help you get out too.

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“That’s how you win a game, Tony.” Steve shrugs as Tony’s eyes dart between Steve, the hole in the wall and your ‘I just got fucked by Captain America’ appearance.

“You just…” Pointing at the wall Tony gulps hard. “Captain, you can’t just break through the wall, that’s against the rules.”

“No,” Steve smirks, slinging his left arm around your waist as he tilts his head to glance at the hole in the wall.

“No, Steven? You can’t…” Pacing in front of the room Tony mutters silently as Steve ignores his outburst.

“Tony, you said we shall escape the room. You never specified how we shall do it. No rules were telling me I can’t just break through a wall to save my girl.” Smug grin on his lips Steve squeezes your ass before he leads you away from a cursing Tony.

“Uh, sorry to tell you but he’s right, Tony.” Sam chuckles watching Steve picking you up to throw you over his shoulder. “You never said we cannot burst through the door or wall. Next time…clarify the rules.” Patting Tony’s back Sam laughs before he leaves too, not wanting to become the target of Tony’s wrath.

“Well, Tony…we lost, I guess.” Natasha sighs glancing at Bruce. “Next time, turn green and smash the door, Bruce.”

“I…Holy hell no! This was a competition for your mind and abilities to find clues, not raw violence against my tower…” Tony is checking onto the hole, shaking his head. “I will never tease Steve about his sex life again or he starts destroying more than a wall.”

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“Uh…Steve…shit…” Poking his head out of the bathroom Steve cocks a brow.

“Something wrong, Baby?”

“Tony he taped the activities in the escape room. I think we should take care of the footage or he will see you and me going at it, Cappy.” Pale Steve drops his razor to rush toward the door, only wearing a towel while his face is still covered in shaving cream.

“Steve! Wait, Baby. You can’t…” Running after Steve in only your panties and a shirt you stole from your boyfriend you try to stop named man, but he’s determined to destroy the footage.

Angrily clenching his jaw he breaks through Tony’s door, ready to destroy his computer.

“Steve…what?” Looking at Steve covered in shaving cream and only wearing a towel Tony wants to say something but the towel loosens and Tony prefers looking at the ceiling as you run into the room to pick the towel up, trying to cover Steve.

While you fight with the towel and the urge to just grab Steve’s cock Sam and Natasha walk into the scene.

“Holy!” Covering his mouth with his palm Sam tries not to scream, Natasha is less subtle.

“Why didn’t you tell us you are a swinger? I’d like to have a piece of Y/N for sure, Steve’s ass ain’t that bad either.” The redhead chuckles, tilting her head to get a glimpse of you on your knees in front of Steve.

“Stop this nonsense! Delete the footage of the room and we can go back to our rooms and forget we saw and heard anything.” Steve orders as Tony still dares not to take his eyes off the ceiling.

“Footage? OH! The escape…wait…you… Rogers! You two perverts did it in the room?” Tony chokes on air as he tries to get the image of Steve’s naked body out of his mind.

“Delete it.” Steve is gritting his teeth, glaring at Tony as you try to secure the towel around your boyfriend’s waistline.

“Fine…” Tony opens the folder to delete it, a dirty grin on his lips. “If I would’ve known…”

“Tony…last warning.” Steve is launching forward, only for the towel to loosen again.

“Fuck, Steve. Stop moving or I can’t guarantee no one will see big Steve…”

Sam curses before he almost runs out of the room, Natasha is leaning against the door frame, smirking as you hold the towel in place to cover Steve’s modesty.

“Delete it!” Steve is ready to jump over the desk as Tony sighs, telling J.A.R.V.I.S. to delete the footage.

“Done, Steve. If you don’t want anyone to see you are not that prude, stop doing it in public rooms. Jesus, I almost had to watch you crushing the poor girl.” Shuddering Tony walks out of the room as Natasha gives you a wink.

“Later, Y/N. Maybe you can tell me about Steve’s moves…” Steve smirks as you still hold the towel.

“You know, as you are already down there…” Now you let the towel drop to the floor, licking your lips. “With pleasure, Captain.” Your lips are wrapped around his dick not seconds later.

While Steve is cursing your name and you moan around his length J.A.R.V.I.S. tries to tell you there is a camera in Tony’s office too, but Steve cuts the AI off, too busy to fist your hair to slide his dick down your throat while you slip one hand between your legs, toying with your clit.

“Look at you on your knees for me.” Thrusting harder Steve throws his head back, shooting his cum down your throat.

He loves the look in your doe eyes, loves the way you lick your lips after he came on your tongue. “Such a sight…”

“Fuck, if we keep on doing it like that we won’t make it through the week without being sore as hell.” Smirking you take Steve’s offered hand to get back up. His tongue slips into your mouth and one large hand into your panties.

“Gotta make it up to you, doll. On the desk, spread these sexy legs for your Captain. I think I need to take you hard again, just in case you forgot how my cock feels.” Lips parted, pupils blown you hop onto Tony’s desk, spreading your legs wide enough to let Steve see your soaked panties.

He’s locking the office before falling to his knees. Steve loves to nuzzle his face into your panties, licking you through the fabric. “Sweet as always. Now take these off and let me make you feel good.”

Steve is lazily stroking his dick, smirking as you play hard to get. “I don’t know, Captain. We are in Tony’s office and you are my commanding officer. Isn’t that inappropriate, Sir?”

Sir, the word goes straight to Steve’s cock and he’s ripping your panties off to grab thighs,caressing the skin with his thumbs as you stroke his length a dirty grin on your lips.

“I think you earned a reward, Y/N, now let your Captain make you cum on his cock, later I’ll scrub your back.” Before Steve can slide into you J.A.R.V.I.S. warns him once again and Steve throws a shoe at the camera, destroying it.

“Steve!” Shoving his cock into you your boyfriend shrugs, not caring he destroyed the camera. All he has on his mind is to rock his hips.

“Hush, Baby. Look how deeply you take me.” All your protests fall on deaf ears as Steve cages you with his arms, leaning over you to capture your lips in a soft kiss, a harsh contrast to the way he pounds into you.

Your hands claw at his shoulders as you try to meet his hard thrusts, cursing his name alone with Captain the whole time.

Your legs wrap tightly around his waist, your fingertips dig into his muscles when he tilts his hips to hit the spot only he finds every time.

“Oh…god…Steve…” Creaming all over his dick you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him fiercely before the AI protests once again. “For the love of God, let me fuck my girl…” Steve yells, too close to his release to stop.

Your voice hoarse, pussy sore you fall onto the desk, letting Steve fill you up with his seed, not caring he made a mess between your legs.

“I think my pussy needs a break, Rogers…” Laughing you close your eyes, hissing as Steve pulls out to inspect you.

“Hmm…looks pretty as always but I think we should have a break, Y/N,” Steve smirks as he looks up at you from between your legs.

“J.A.R.V.I.S., please delete the footage and take my apologies for the destroyed camera.” Panting you let Steve pick you up to carry you out of Tony’s office, smirking as the desk is a mess.

Hours later Tony will find your panties, storming toward Steve’s room only to find him between your legs, doing unspeakable things to you.

Tony learned two things that day. Never enter Steve Rogers's room without knocking, and the golden boy is far from being prude…

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hoosiergal86 · 7 years

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WilSon Scenes 10/26/12

Will: Hold on. Here. For posterity's sake. Nice.

Sonny: I don't know what the point is. Vampires don't show up in photographs.

Will: This one does. Ooh, he's looking good.

Sonny: Oh, delete that! Delete that.

Will: No. Are you kidding? No way.

Sonny: Come on, will. I'm gonna bite you. Will, come here. I was just being silly.

Will: Where's my stake?

Gabi: Hey, what are you guys doing?

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Will: We could do, like, a strobe light. We could put a strobe light in the hallway, and that's creepy.

Gabi: Okay, that's gonna be really scary for the kids.

Sonny: Well, it's Halloween. I mean, that's kind of the-- kinda the point.

Gabi: Uh, what about you? Do you have any ideas?

Nick: Uh, walking through cobwebs always used to freak me out. You could string some up in the doorway.

Gabi: That is an amazing idea. Add that to your list.

Sonny: All right.

Will: Also...whoa! Your handwriting sucks.

Sonny: It's perfectly legible. I can read it.

Will: I think he said "cobwebs," not "cowbells."

Sonny: What are you, the penmanship police?

Will: Oh, by the way, I posted that picture of you on Facebook, the vampire one, and it's got a lot of attention.

Sonny: Let me see that. No, it doesn't. Hey, let me see. It's my picture of me.

Will: I know, but it's my--

Sonny: Did you really do that?

Gabi: Are you okay?(says to Nick)

Sonny: Will!

Will: Yeah, it's my default. So what?

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Sonny: What are you-- you know what, you have to get a manicure. I'm, like, dating an infant.

Nick: I'm fine. Don't worry about me.

[Cell phone ringing]

Gabi: I mean, you've been quiet since we got here. I thought you had tons of ideas.

Sonny: Hold on, this is the costume store. Hold on a second. Excuse me, I gotta take this. Hello? Yes, this is him.

Will: So... how have you been, by the way? We haven't-- we haven't talked a lot. I know the whole family's glad that you're staying.

Nick: Yeah, well, it wasn't-- it wasn't really my choice.

Will: Yeah, I know, but it doesn't make it any less true, so...

Nick: Yeah, I'm good. I'm good. It was kind of a rocky start, but things have been getting better every day. I've been working at the pub with Gabi and Caroline, and it's been great.

Will: Cool. Yeah, Grandma seems to like you.

Nick: Well, she hasn't fired me yet. Thanks for asking.

Will: Yeah. Thank you for helping. I mean, it means a lot to Sonny, this thing, and he's spent a lot of time on it. Most of the kids that are coming here don't really have a lot of money.

Nick: Right.

Will: So he just wants 'em to feel that, for one night, they're not missing out on anything.

Sonny: Hey, uh, we've got a little bit of a problem. All the costumes and party favors were sent to my apartment by mistake.

Gabi: Oh.

Will: Okay, well, let's go get 'em and bring 'em to the rectory.

Sonny: Okay, we better go now.

Will: Okay, all right.

Sonny: See you guys in a little bit.

Will: See ya.

Sonny: Bye.

Nick: See ya.

Gabi: So... clearly you have a problem with Will and Sonny.

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Sonny: I'm sorry my place is such a mess. I wasn't expecting company.

Will: Just so you know, I am prepared to deduct some serious points.

Sonny: Oh, yeah, 'cause you're such a neat freak.

Will: Yes. At least I have standards.

Sonny: We just drove over here in your car. It looks like a laundry hamper.

Will: That's because I lost my laundry hamper. Wow! Big boxes.

Sonny: Let me grab a box cutter and we'll pop 'em open.

Will: Okay.

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Sonny: Hey, I want to thank you for helping me out with all this.

Will: Oh, you're welcome. I love Halloween, and you know, I know how much this party's gonna mean to these kids, because I used to be one of them. And I--you know, I remember wanting a day where I can kind of just forget about everything.

Sonny: You know, you don't really talk much about your childhood.

Will: Well, you've probably already heard a lot about it from your parents, and from other people, I guess.

Sonny: Yeah, but it's not the same hearing it from you.

Will: Okay, well, um... let's see, I don't like long stories, so I'm gonna put this in a nutshell. Uh, my parents didn't really have a conventional marriage, so I spent a lot of time going back and forth between 'em, you know? I was kind of like a prize for them to win. You know, whoever had me had the upper hand. And as--I guess as a consequence, I never really felt like I belonged at either of those places... and my bag was always packed.

Sonny: Well, you know, I hope you don't feel that way anymore. I hope you finally feel... like you belong somewhere.

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Will: You know, my great-grandma Caroline is super into Halloween. She actually used to take me out to get my costume every year.

Sonny: Did you always get to pick out what you wanted to wear?

Will: Sometimes. She had no problem drawing the line, though.

Sonny: Like when?

Will: Um, let's see. Like one year, I guess the costume that I wanted was a little over the top, so she convinced me to reconsider.

Sonny: Well, what was it?

Will: I'm not telling.

Sonny: Come on, just tell me. What was it? Was it ridiculous?

Will: [Chuckles] No. Well, okay. Picture, like, um... like an Elton John, '70s, like, disco thing.

Sonny: Did you even know who Elton John was?

Will: Nope. Could you imagine, though, if she'd said yes, the look on my dad's face?

Sonny: What'd you end up being that year?

Will: One of the guys from 'NSync. Yeah, that probably should have been my first clue.

Sonny: Are you knockin' on 'NSync, huh, on J.T.? You better take that back right now. Take it back. Arms up.

[Laughter]

Will: Oh, my god.

Sonny: En garde!

Will: Gimme that, gimme that! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Oh! Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that, gimme that.

[Both grunting]

*WilSon start kissing*

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Sonny: Are you sure?

Will: Very.

*WilSon resume making out*

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