Now she is not that ski ny either but shes also not fat, if i had to guess i would say she weighs about 130 pounds if that, with light brown hair, a v...ice of golden harps, and a smile of a godess vampire. (sorry forgot to mention im kinda a goth kid inside the big fat hillbilly redneck) infact the o ly thing that keeps me from being goth is me being fat and being a country boy. i hate the city and everything to do with it. anyways ba k to the story... ya so courtney is this hot piece of chubb. We took our time strolling around the campus, occasionally wandering into a building or two when there was something I wanted to show her. From my tenure here, I had amassed a fair collection of keys and knowledge of underground passageways, so there were very few buildings I could not get into if required. We stopped for lunch at the Baltimore Museum of Art, and decided to go in for the afternoon. After a few hours admiring the new Renaissance exhibit, we left and walked up the left side of. It's probably nice, but maybe a little weird right?" Miranda replied inquisitively.Miranda's mood had shifted and Derek noticed. Her fun-loving attitude had taken a more serious tone. Derek wasn't sure what was going on with her but played along."Maybe a little. A bunch of old fat guys looking at you, seeing everything," Derek answered."It's still nice to get attention though, even if it's just from, 'Old fat guys,' " Miranda retorted, "and I'm sure they appreciate having a cute guy around to. ”“Mistake? If you think Cincinnati was a mistake...”“No, I mean the one we made when we were fourteen. Not doing what we should have done then.”No, I couldn’t make that one, but I sure as heck could make the opposite one — doing something I shouldn’t do. But that wasn’t something I could discuss with Jocelyn. Not now; maybe not ever.“We can’t go back, only forward.”“You’re right, of course. Why don’t you tell me about your friends and what’s happening. Then we can have lunch. And maybe after.