and miles to go before I sleep

Most all of the snow has melted, revealing discolored grass, flattened leaves, and mud. And now it's raining like a mofo. And somehow in all of the snow and ice, my car has a flat tire.

2008 cannot end fast enough. :( :(

However! 15-year-old!Spencer/Catholic-school!girl!Ryan. They've been missing each other a lot since Ryan left public school for her Dad-approved Catholic girl's school; most of their communications have been via cell phone and weekend, since Spencer's 15 and Ryan can't afford to buy a car. Except then Spencer's mom is like, "time to learn to drive on the freeway! In fact, let's go pick Ryan up from school." So they drive across town and putter outside the school. Except then when the bell rings all these GIRLS in CATHOLIC SCHOOL UNIFORMS come pouring down the steps, and the part of Spencer's brain that has recently become pretty much fixated on porn goes "GNAH?!" like some kind of Pavlovian response and oh God his mom is in the car right next to him chattering about, like, some funny story at work and he's gripping the wheel, breaking into a sweat and then RYAN comes down the stairs and OH GOD SHE'S ONE OF THEM, she mentioned how itchy her new uniform was but Spencer had thought of, like, jackets and wool trousers and people standing at attention in formation, not her white polo shirt with the top two buttons undone and the plaid skirt swishing against her skinny legs, and Spencer's mom is like, "there she is, hi Ryan" and rolling down the window, not noticing that her son is currently choking to death on his own tongue.

Or something like that.