
This is the chronicles of the life and times of whomever decides to join my rag tag bunch (AKA The Crew). How they deal with life in the loft, school, work, and with their insane puppet master Cresta. Everyone's life has ups and downs, but they seem to get it in spades! Only they know where to go to complain, and whom they think is the right person to blame...
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MINE!
Duckie

Letters from Wyllow to:
Eric
Emmie
Duckie,
Sorry our last night togather was so full of fighting. It’s not how I wanted to spend my last few hours with you and Kay. I could blame hormones and all that, but, well come on, that’s just me.
I still don’t see why it’s a big deal, I never will. I am sorry.
Anyway, I’ll do like you asked, I’ll stay away from anyone that so much as frowns. Jake is offering to keep an eye out for me too, so hopefully you’ll rest easier knowing that my friends are looking out for me too. No, I still don’t think he’s serious, that’s all pretty… *giggles* well, it’s unlikely to say the least. Though I did ask him to stop saying all the stuff that makes you frown. He probably would anyway, what with me going to be the size of a small house soon. If that doesn’t help, well there’s also my dad and aunt, not to mention Sammy, and… well everyone! I am even bringing meesha. SO…
Eric, I love you. A lot. I am going to miss you more then you even know during all this. And when it’s over, and if you are dumb enough to pick a fight with me, well then I am going to kill you, then let meesha eat you.
No jokes.
Yeah, still serious.
Kitty food.
*grins*
Think of baby boy names, we can’t have a nameless baby boy, and keep the panda smiling for me okay? She probably will the whole time, but, you know? I am going to miss her too…
Really Eric, I love you more then anything else.
Wyllow (and the babies)
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*She sniffled and wiped at her eyes, really tryign to reassure him that she was fine and she loved him and just… gah! Hopefully he wouldn’t stress overmuch, and would keep kay happy.*
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Emmie
Hey! I know we said we’d do this baby thing togather, but look what went and happened. Lousy right? I mean, we finally have a chance to be totally girly togather! Ugh!
Anyway, sorry to dump mr grouchy pants on you. Feel free to kick him around as much as you want. I love him but there are times when he needs it. He even has kay this time around! He doesn’t get to sulk! I am going to miss you tons! Take care of yourself, and I’ll do the same!
Oh, and we are so hitting the strip when I get back! I love you!
Wyllow.