...It was his own fault he lay here now, trapped after unknowingly leading on a man he hadn't even known was interested. Grif shifted behind him, nuzzling a somewhat cold nose againstSimmons' neck. "Whassamatter, babe?" His voice was groggy from sleep. "Nothing," Simmons grunted, angry with himself. He wondered what he could have possibly done in a past life to deserve all this bad karma. "No,...
... He Ron and Hermione were planning to visit Hagrid on Saturday morning. Harry however was shaken awake several hours earlier than he would have liked by Oliver Wood Captain of the GryffindorQuidditch team. "Whassamatter?" said Harry groggily. "Quidditch practice!" said Wood. "Come on!" Harry squinted at the window. There was a thin mist hanging across the pink-and-gold sky. Now that he was awake ...
... between his warm, flowery-smelling sheets, just as Drake had intended he should. "Drake?" he says as Drake scoots up close, his voice thick with sleep as he blearily lifts his head. "Whassamatter? You have another nightmare?" Drake doesn't answer. Instead, he buries his hands in Josh's hair and drags his head forward until their foreheads are touching, kneading his fingers into Josh's scalp ...
... to the stomach, and Bill woke up harshly with the wind knocked out of him. He coughed, he sputtered, and propping himself up on his elbows, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "Wha- whassamatter?" "I'm late, that's what the m-matter." Byron retorted huffily from the other side of the room. As Bill struggled with his consciousness (not to mention his breath) he puzzledly located his partner ...
...! Whaddya say?! I know you like betraying! What's up, you ain'tin the mood to betray today?! Ah-aight, mothahfuckah, we can just "hang?!" Get it? Hang?! Get it?! Do you get it?! ... Whassamatter?! Hungry?! How 'bout some supper?! You want some supper, mothahfuckah?! C'mon, one last supper, whaddya say? I couldn't break him. So I sat down next to him. I sat with Judas Iscariot for three days. Then...
...’d never seen before. “S…Santa,” Anna Tovey hiccupped. “Don’t kill Santa!” she burst into tears. At this point Larry strolled in, and within an instant flat he was by her side. “Heeey, whassamatter?” he drawled, digging down the front of his singlet to produce and offer his snotty hanky. “Wanna hug to make it better?” “EW!” Anna stopped crying immediately, pushing Larry away. “BOY GERMS!” she ...
... a lightning bolt at me now, I’m craving for pillows and chocolate. He plops down next to me. Hmm, he’s particularly fidgety today. He runs his hand through his hair for the fifth time in two minutes. “Whassamatter?” I ask. Gah, I am incoherentat the moment. Then again, if you ask around most of them might say I’ve been incoherent to begin with. Ah well, no harm no foul. “It is a stupid thing to ...
... room- his second was that someone was missing. Quietly opening the zipper, he gave a backward glance at the other boys. Before he could change his mind, he nudged Seth in the ribs. “Whassamatter?” Seth asked, squinting up at him sleepily. “Ryan’s gone.” Seth’s tired brain couldn’t think of any questions to ask, but he groggily slipped on his shoes and followed Luke into ...
.... Through the window he could see the clear night sky, patterned with stars. He hoped their light would be enough to keep the choking dark at bay. "Cody. Cody!" "Huh?" Cody blinked his eyes open. "Nick? Whassamatter?" "I woke up and you were gone, that's what's the matter!" Nick's hands closed on Cody's shoulders. "Cody, you have to tell me what's wrong, man. Please." "Nothing's wrong," Cody ...