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Post by christopher peyton james on Jun 23, 2011 21:21:56 GMT -5
The guy with three names. That was often how he was remembered by the ladies. But he was new to Laguna, new to the beach, new to all things California. He was a drifter, a gypsy. Finally he found a place far enough away from his past, that he decided to stay. Christopher, or Chris as people most commonly called him, was unpacking boxes from his 2010 Jeep, and putting them in his new apartment. It had been cheap. It had been the first complex he saw off the highway, and it was right next to the beach. He carried the last box into his studio apartment. One large, furnished, and green room. "That will have to change for sure" He said aloud, but mainly to himself in reference to the room color. Last box unpacked, he pulled his shirt off. He was unused to the humidity of the Ocean. He was from Colorado, in the mountains, where there was hardly such a thing as humidity, or heat in general. He wiped beads of sweat from his perfectly pored forehead. He turned on the central air, setting it to sixty-eight degrees; he loved the cold. He slammed the door behind him as he went outside. He sat on the curb and just took in the scenery, though there wasn't much to see from where he sat. He once again wiped his face with the back of his forearm. He lay back, the sidewalk burning his back, and he just lay there with his eyes closed, legs in the parking lot and torso covering the sidewalk, making it impossible for anyone to pass without stepping on or over him.
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Post by mahkenzie lee garland on Jun 24, 2011 1:25:59 GMT -5
Kenzie was a small town girl, things were simple and so was she. Dallas, was a big town, but living on the outskirts, on a simple ranch, made her the way she was. She was not too outgoing, but she could get things done. One thing she knew was her horses. Her horses were first and for most for her. Since she was toddler she was taught how to rope and ride, and she lived for it. Being a rodeo queen was just for shits and giggles really, her true passion was the training. Taking an unbroke colt, and working with him until he would do whatever, and anything you told him to do, then selling him, and watching him make someone a lifetime friend, that was the true pay off. Though she had two horses she would never sell not ever.
Kenzie was a barrel racer, and she was damn good at it. Her horse was fast, and he knew his pattern. All she had to do was sit there, and hang on. She loved the thrill of knowing her horse could slip, she could get hurt, and the thrill of knowing that prize money was going home with her when she scored a 14.5 on the last run of her season. Mikey was a good horse, and the dapple would do anything and everything for her when it came down to him doing his job. Travis on the other hand, did the bulls, and that was a sprt all it own. She had watched him a couple times, and boy did she want to give it a whirl, but there was no way in hell that Daddy would ever let her climb on a bull, he knew the pains first hand that those animals could cause. Not for Kenz.
Horses were Kenzie's passion. She was not the girl you would find in the shopping mall, muddling over which shirt would look best. She was a simple girl, from a simple place, raised by a simple man. Thus, leading to a simple girl she would always be. This Laguna Beach thing, she was not too impressed, but daddy had been positive that this was the right thing for her. Though she had been in this place for a couple months now, and was tanned, and her slightly sun-bleached, she still did not feel like she belonged. Her cowboy boots, they showed that they had been worked before. Most of the girls she had seen around here, had not worked a day in their lives, and were nothing but whores. Not that Kenz had anything against whores, she herself just chose to not to be.
The sun glistened off the girls freshly tanned skin. Her blonde hair wisping back in the ocean breze as her new aquired sandals flipped and flopped against her heels. Her shorts were short, quite short actually. If her Daddy had seen her he would have had a heart attack. But that was the way up here. Her white lacey tank top clung to her just right, showing off the curvature of her body. Though Kenzie felt as though she was nothing special, most would contradict her. On the end of a pink leash bounded a small dog, her one and only true man; Bowser. She happened to be taking the small thing for a walk when she almost sumbled over a male that laid across the sidewalk. Instant panic flashed across her face.
She betn over slightly brushing the hair behind her ear. Southern accent dripped from her voice. "Excuse me, sir, are you alright?" it was easy to see she was concerned which showed how she cared about anyone and everyone, even if she didn't even know their name. Kenzie had always been kind like that. She would look out for people, and hardly thought about herself. Sweet little virginal Kenzie. That was her way. She probably should learn to care mare about herself, when she was in a place like she was. She could so easilly be walked all over in a place like this, however Kenz was who she was, and changing her... You must be kidding. So there she stood praying to god this man was not dead...
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Post by christopher peyton james on Jun 24, 2011 1:45:08 GMT -5
Christopher had been laying on the sidewalk, like a homeless man for about an hour, he had fallen asleep. He was dreaming of his ranch back in Colorado. He was no way a country boy, but he wasn't a city boy either. He had horses, dogs, cattle and he loved everything the little city of Lake City had to offer, however, after all the family drama, he had to leave. That is how he ended up here. He had slept in many motel rooms and many bars before finding his way to this sidewalk.
He awoke to the sound of a female voice. Of course, forgetting he fell asleep on a sidewalk, he bellowed Why are you even in my apartment? He had not yet opened his eyes to reveal the beautiful fem in front of him. He rubbed his still closed eyes for a good five minutes, before forcing them open against his best wishes. He looked around him, wondering how he made it outside, before remembering that he had sat on the curb while his apartment was cooled down from the AC. It was then he saw this bubbly blonde girl sitting in front of him , and a small, seemingly yappy little dog beside her. Oh sorry, didn't realize I had fallen asleep on the sidewalk. Didn't mean to snap at you. The names Christopher Peyton James, but most people call me Chris.
He extended a hand in her direction, before his dark eyes looked into hers and his charming smile appeared. He then realized his shirt was probably still sitting in his apartment, leaving him bare chested. Not that he cared. Years of fence building, gave him a great physique. He looked her up and down, she probably thought he was dead or something. He seemed to recollect her accent when she spoke. Sounded southern, wouldn't know for sure until he asked, but he at least wanted to get her name before that.
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Post by mahkenzie lee garland on Jun 24, 2011 2:08:01 GMT -5
Kenzie winced slightly as he bellowed at her. She glanced around slightly to see if anyone had witnessed the ordeal. In his apartment? She hoped the man before her was not homeless and truly believed the sidewalk was his apartment. If he did, she was not sure what precautions she should take with him. She watched him, her eyes wandering slightly over his toned physique. She may have been a virgin, but she was no nun either. She enjoyed looking; but the whole touching thing. She had never been taken to that, not yet anyways. Who knew what the future held, but anyways. She glanced over him once more, her blues questioning him. He didn't appear to be homeless, too well fed for that. She pictured homeless people as skinny old men with big fat dogs. For some reason she just saw them that way in her head.
He rubbed his eyes, and Kenzie glanced away, not wanting it to seem like she was starring, trying to figure him out. Then he spoke again, an apology and a name. Well, Kenzie could always accept an apology. Another one of the female's down falls. An apology; fake or not; was still an apology all the same. She had always thought like that.But one apology the girl would never be able to accept was still stuck in her pretty little head. The drunk driver who killed her little brother, his apology in court, it was despicable. Drunk or not, he should have been able to remember the three small children he killed, and the lives he ruined in accordance with it. But supposedly he didn't, yeah right.
A year ago, actually to the day, Kenzie was back in Texas. It had been a warm day out, and all she wanted to do was go to the local swimming hole with her boyfriend, and all her friend. She was supposed to go get her brother from school and walk him home. But Kenzie was young, and what she wanted was always going to come first. So her brother made his last trec towards home, when a drunk driver lost control and struck him, and two other small children her walked in his path. Nothing had ever been the same since that day. Her mother and father divorced, and she had never heard from her mother again. She felt as though Kenz was to blame. And Kenz felt the same, if she had been there; maybe she could have saved them. Ah, but the past was the past.
Kenzie smiled slightly as she took his hand in her own given it a gentle shake. A smile graced her face."Mahkezie Lee Garland; but most people call me Kenz. You from 'round here?" her accent, the dreaded souther accent. Pretty much impossible to cover, and around here, it stuck out like a sore thumb. However, she wasn't too embarassed of it, it just showed where she was from and her background. She could never be embarassed by her home town, and her up-bringing. Around there the accent was a quality, and she learned to love it. But here; here she got strange looks at the stores and normally from the few people she had spoken to since she had been here. But he had not given her any funny looks, and she had to admitt she liked that.
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Post by christopher peyton james on Jun 24, 2011 2:49:14 GMT -5
Lake City was a small, small town, set deep in a valley in the Rocky Mountains. Snow covered the ground for much of the year, regardless of the sun being out. It was a dreamland, until recently. He still loved it, however he could never go back, not for any amount of time. Too many nightmares being held in that little valley, trapped as if it were a prison cell for evil spirits. What had happened to him there, was more terrible than he remembers it. It was snowing, as usual. The sleet had stopped, and the vision was a tad better, but not near as much as it could have been. They were riding up slumgullion pass on horseback. It was a dangerous route, but one they had taken many times. It was his girlfriend who was with him. Well his girlfriend at the time. His first, and his only since then. They were together for three years, and it happened to be their anniversary. It was her decision to take that ride. Her decision to brave the snow and fleeting vision. Her decision to not turn back when he asked her too, and his fault for what happened next. Or so he felt.
Her horse, booger, an all black tennessee walker, was a great horse, he broke her himself when he was only thirteen, she had been just past yearling. She was really his horse, but Maggie loved to ride her so much, he could never say no. A mule deer was eating on the side of the trail when they approached, he spooked, sending Booger into a tizzy. She rared up and Maggie wasn't prepared, she fell, landing on her hand, breaking her back in two places. Cell phone reception was non existent in this town. Chris jumped from his ride, knowing the ride down could not be taken too quickly judging on how far up the mountain they were, and how bumpy the ride wold be. He held her in his arms, not knowing what to do. Luckily Slumgullion was a well traveled trail, and he had told his mother and father that he was going. He also told them they wouldn't go far because of the conditions, even though Maggie wanted to do just that.
Luckily, he saw two horses coming in the distance, his father and their ranch foreman, Judd, were making their way up the steep path. Got worried when you didn't come home He remembered his fathers words, he obviously hadn't seen the situation. But it was clear when he did, because he jumped off of Blue and was already creating a splint from his flannel shirt. We have to get her to the hospital Son
The ride was slow, and tedious, as to not Jar Maggie. When they finally reached the medical center, they had to wait for the doctor on call to show up. Another fifteen minutes that they probably didn't have. Maggie was unconscious by the time the doc got there.
They said the injuries were too extensive and after many tests and X-Rays, maggie had a brain hemorrhage, that created swelling and internal bleeding. She never stood a chance. She was in Heaven before nights end. Chris slipped into a deep depression, and it wasn't until sic months ago, that he decided to leave. Just an overpowering force to move on hit him, so he grabbed a duffle and clothes. He grabbed all his money in savings. He grabbed his keys and he left. And here he was, Slowly flashing back to reality...
Sitting up, he looked into her eyes...gorgeous. Simply gorgeous. From what he could tell, at this angle, everything about her was gorgeous. Now don't let that fool you. He was no pervert, in fact just the opposite. While he was no virgin, like the female in front of him appeared to be, he wasn't a promiscuous man whore either. Nice to meet you! He flashed his white teeth again, before extending a hand toward to dog, just close enough so the dog could get his smell. So where are you from? The south I presume?[/center]
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Post by mahkenzie lee garland on Jun 24, 2011 3:21:00 GMT -5
Kenzie, herself, had been in many riding wrecks. She was, how do you say, accident prone? Which was exactly what this girl was. From riding at the young age of three, she had horses flipping over on her, kicks, bites, tramples, falls, and many; many broken bones including her hack once. Yet she was resiliant, and she was doing well from the injuries she had for such a young age. As a matter of fact, you would never be able to tell that she had the accident, unless you saw her with her clothes off. Which, might be one of the reasons she never had taken her clothes off for a man, and as for swimming, she did that at her own personal home where no one could see her.
One may ask what she was hiding. Well, when she had broken her back from a young Quarter horse stud colt she was breaking flipping over on her; she had had to have amny surgeries to fix the wrongs. Thus leaving one horrid scar that ran about four inches down her back. Many wouldn't have even noticed it because it had healed so well, but Kenzie knew it was there. And she was self conscious over it. Girls around here, especially, didn't have scars. They were all perfect looking with their perfect hair, perfect skin, and perfect bodies. Kenzie felt so out of place with them. Even the flip flops on her feet felt wrong, but she thought she would give them one shot; but one shot only. She was craving her boots.
She smiled as he looked at her, he smiled charming, and friendly. Maybe someone she could be friends with here? She hoped so, she needed a friend; otherwise she had concluded that she would go insane. He was speaking to her once more, seeming charming all the same, and she could not help but smile. "I am sure the pleasure is all mine" the sweet innocent smile stayed placed on her glossed lips, eyes twinkling as he extended his hand to her dog. Bowser extended his tiny nose licking Chris's hand. "That's Bowser." she laughed softly "That obvious? Yeah, I was raised in Dallas. Probably how I managed to inheirit this accent." she smiled warmly at him. "Are you from here?" she said with a smile. Seemed like a good idea to get to know him, before she presumed they could be friends.
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Post by christopher peyton james on Jun 24, 2011 13:42:58 GMT -5
Chris did his best to stay out of his own mind. Too many memories, but he was stronger than most. He was able to recover from Maggie's death and move on, in more ways than one. Most people, after something dramatic, would turn to drugs or alcohol, but not Chris. He turned to Traveling, he loved the feeling of being somewhere new and unknown. Truth was, he never really had a reason to stay anywhere else. No matter what that reason may be. Since he never stayed in one place long, he never really made an effort to make friends, or find friends. But this beautiful girl in front of him, was quite intriguing. He didn't have to go anywhere special to meet her either. Who knew you could fall asleep on a public sidewalk and wake up to the sweet scent of a strangers perfume, and southern drawl.
He smiled as 'Bowser' Licked his fingers. He loved dogs, having to leave behind his own when he left, that was probably his biggest regret. His family was always close until the accident, then he was the one that withdrew himself from the happy picture, but he liked to think Maggie was still there, watching him.
He looked over at Kenz, as she was most commonly known by her peers. Most men would probably start up with their most famous pick up lines, but not Chris, he wasn't like that, and to be frank, he wasn't really much for relationships anymore. Could you blame him? Perhaps his loneliness in the world of women was to due to the fact that he hadn't met a good one since Maggie.
He gave his best smile, eyes staring striaght into hers, trying to figure her out. She was mysterious, he liked it. Why was a little country girl here in the midst of Laguna Beach? And why, if she claims to be from Texas, was she not wearing her boots, maybe she was just trying to find her place. Afterall, he had never met a Texan that didn't wear boots.
Nice, Knew I heard a little bit of southern spice in your voice. I am from Colorado, the mountains, Tiny town called Lake City. This is my first time in Laguna Beach. What brings you here? He hoped he wasn't being to forward, but he was just trying to make simple conversation. If you would like, we can go into my apartment and talk, I can make some sweet tea, and put a shirt on! He gave a small chuckle as he said that last part, he loved being shirtless, but shirtless didn't always agree with him, and right now, in front of those marvelous blue eyes he felt incredibly under dressed and under dressed. He stood up, adjusting the brown belt attached to his levi Jeans and just waited for her reply.
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Post by mahkenzie lee garland on Jun 24, 2011 14:02:17 GMT -5
Kenzie was innocent, but she was no prude. Virgin, yes, but she had a weakness for boys. And this one in front of her, she couldn't help but note his muscles and body tone. She laughed at herself in her onw mind. Like a guy like that would ever be interested in you. She thought to herself. Kenzie had always been like that with herself. You might say she did not know quite how pretty she truly was, and maybe that was okay. If she did know, who knows what kind of girl she could turn into. But, she had had boyfriends, a couple here, and a couple there, but only one had ever been serious to her. She wasn't big on the flings, but she had had a couple of week or two relationships despite how she despised them, but nothing compared to the one she was serious about.
He was a good looking, bull riding, boot wearing cowboy. Everything she had pictured herself with, and boy was that man smooth. He could stand their and call you every name in the book; and yet he could almost make it sound charming. In other words, he had Kenzie wrapped right around his finger. She was bending over backwards, doing everything she could to help him when he needed. She had even given up her own career for a short time to help him promote his own in the bull riding industry. But things changed fast when she refused to put out to him. His charm was gone, and so was his nice manner. She became, somewhat, disposable to him. And she knew something was going on. It really had not taken long for her to figure out he was sleeping with her slutty best friend. And since then, two years prior to this day, she hadn't dated since. She was all set.
She smiled when he spoke again. But the dreaded question fell from his lips and isntantly a sorrow filled her. She didn't want to think of her brother. She wanted to forget about it, but she was not sure that would ever be possible. Forget about the long nights of arguing between her parents, the long trial of the murderer, and all the sleepless nights she spent in his room; alone. Damaged I guess it what you could call her. She had no one in that time between the death of her brother and her parents' divorce. Slipping back into reality she heard him talk some more and she laughed slightly. No, no shirt in needed she thought to herself, but of course, she did not say that. "Haha, I guess I am busted then. It's really a long story as to why I am here. I guess to escape family troubles." she smiled and paused for a second looking down at Bowser, the only family she had with her here. "Oh lord. A glass of sweet tea, that sounds amazing." she smiled warmly at him, trying to keep her eyes on his but every once in a while her eyes would begin to stray again. Hey, she was only a girl right?
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Post by christopher peyton james on Jun 24, 2011 14:17:25 GMT -5
Chris noticed a sorrowful, confused look cross her face and he knew he had crossed a line. She probably didn't want to talk about it, and to think about it for that matter, but still he wondered what had happened to make this lovely woman so shielded.
Well, Miss Mackenzie, seems we have much in common, because I am escaping family troubles as well. He said it in his best southern accent. He was terrible at it, but it seemed like a cute idea at the moment. He smiled when she praised his idea for sweet tea, one thing he knew about southerners was that they loved their sweet iced tea. Well then follow me
He began to walk toward his apartment door, only ten feet away. He looked over his shoulder and grinned. Opening the door for her and holding there until she entered. Man O Man, first day here, and already have a girl in your room...What would Maggie say? He kind of chuckled to himself, and he already knew what Maggie would say. She would say good job, you met a friend. Of course he had no intention on hurting this Texas Belle, but He was a man after all, and his thoughts did travel to what could or might become in the far future. Still, he held no expectations. He wondered though, how young she really was, because age was very good to her, and his best guess would be seventeen or eighteen at the most. But looks could be deceiving. I am twenty two by the way, in case the thought crossed your pretty little mind. He said as he waited to see if she would enter the apartment. That last statement was more of an indirect inquiry to her age, rather than him just wanting to put his out there. He waited.
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Post by mahkenzie lee garland on Jun 24, 2011 14:31:37 GMT -5
Kenzie figured in her head that her look of sorrow probably had shown. She had those eyes. The eyes that if someone took the time to look, would give away all her emotions. And since they had been talking, he had hardly averted his eyes from hers. Which was endearing. Not many men could hold good eye contact. She took it as a sign of sincerity, which was good. She liked that in a person, not just a man but a person. She smiled at his reponse, smiling. She sure was smiling a lot since she had almost trampled him into the ground due to his laying in the sidewalk. "Escaping had proven to be much easier. And it's nice to see some one around here I have things in commong with. Oh... and the accent, cute." she laughed sweetly, not to make fun of him, but he made her laugh. Which was new to her.
She smiled as he invited her to come along, and she did. Willingly. She picked Bowser up, holding him gently in her arms. Bowser was use to this and quickly relaxed. She worried slightly about bringing him inside. Some apartments did not allow animals. Well, she was only bringing him in for a little bit. So it would probably be okay, right? She was sure of it. So she followed him to the door, which was only a short ways from where they had once been talking. This, being a little new for her, she feltbutterflies in her stomach. It was not very often she went into the home of a strange man, but he seemed nice enough. He didn't ring out to be a serial killer or anything, so she figured she would truly be fine. If not, she could always scream.
She smiled at he stated to her his age, and she could tell he was just trying to see how old she was. She knew that she didn't always look her age. Time had been good to her thus far, despite her nasty habit of smoking. She considered herself lucky in that one. She smiled at him as she took a few steps into the apartment standing a little off to the side so her could lead the way. "It did cross my mind." she laughed slightly. "And I am just about nineteen." She said. Knowing that she hardly looked her age, but hey, she was, and her ID proved it. She still got carded when she bought her smokes. Every single time. And that was a little annoying but hey, if she was still getting carded at fourty; she would probably have a greatful opinion on it. So she waited to see what was to come, butterflies swirling in her stomach all the while.
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Post by christopher peyton james on Jun 24, 2011 15:04:54 GMT -5
Chris closed the door behind them. The apartment had cooled off significantly during his little sidewalk nap. She had her dog in hand, as she entered, he wondered if dogs were allowed, then he remember seeing the neighbor out walking his when he first pulled up. He guessed it would be fine, and if it wasn't then it was certainly too late for that. He walked to the small kitchenette. The place, though roomy, was a studio, so everything was packed into one room. The kitchen had all the amenities but lacked what most people would favor, which was room. He grabbed a pan, filled it halfway with water and put a Lipton tea bag in it. Setting it on the stove, he waited for it to boil. While he was waiting for the bubbles, he got a pitcher, put some ice, and two cups of sugar and filled it half way with water. Being from Colorado, Sweet tea was something that he didn't encounter much, however his grandmother had been from georgia, and had taught him how to make her tea when he was younger. He came to love it.
As he continuously waited for the water to boil, he took in the grungy look of the apartment, lacking decoration and a decent paint job. He didn't mind the color green, but not in so much force that it was all you saw in a room. He would definitely have to repaint that. Maybe if they became great friends, she would offer to help..He kind of laughed at himself for that one. He then grabbed a shirt from a box and slipped it over his head. It was black and had the popular affliction writing on it. It too had a grungy look.
Nineteen, really? She didn't really look that old, but he wasn't very surprised, she seemed pretty mature. You can let him off the leash if you like, I saw the neighbor had dogs in his apartment, so I assume it's okay for Bowser to be in here, and even if it wasn't I wouldn't mind. He said referring to the way she clutched the dog in her arms. Small dogs generally did not care for him, but for some reason Bowser had licked his fingers, which had to mean something positive. Finally, the water began to boil, so he removed it from the heat and poured it into the pitcher, stirring it with a spoon. He hadn't yet unpacked all of his belongings, but he had managed to buy some dixie cups at the gas station down the road. He filled her cup, and his own. Half ice and half sweet tea, just the way his Grams liked it.
He walked over to her, and handed her the cup. He then sat on the brown leather couch, at least the already here furniture wasn't bad. Wondering where this conversation and friendship would go, he patted the seat next to him, inviting her to sit, if she so desired.
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Post by mahkenzie lee garland on Jun 24, 2011 15:28:10 GMT -5
Kenzie did come from a wealth of sort. Her Father had become pretty sucessful in the bull riding circuit. But money didn't mean to much for her. And she was generous when she had it. Which would have made most people uncomfortable; however Kenzie was so endearing most could over look it. Kenzie had also never been one to look down on people if they were lacking money. It was just not her way of doing things. She felt that just because someone was lacking, didn't make them any less of a human being. She was sure of that. And Kenzie despised the people who would look down upon other for their lack of. The people who lacked seemed to most generally be happier with their lives than the ones who had too much.
She smiled an watched as he prepared the tea. Almost laughing. She had never seen a man know how to make Sweet Tea. She glanced around. It was a comfortable looking studio. It needed a little touch ups, and some decorating. Well, it needed a woman's touch. But she figured a bachelor probably would be hanging much different things up than cute frilly picture frames. Probably Budweiser sings would mark the wall. Well, she probably should not make assumptions. She didn't really know how he would choose to decorate his place. But it seemed like a nice place to be. She on the other hand had a house on the outskirts of town that her Father had purchased for her. She guessed he thought she was truly going to stay here. She thought not of course.
Kenzie smiled when he told her she could place Bowser down. So she put him gently on the floor, crooned for him to be good, and unhooked the leash from his collar. Soon she had a glass of tea in her hand, and she quickly took a sip of the cooled liquid. It refreshed her senses. It was hot in Texas, but the heat here was different some how, and more demanding of her energy. She walked towards the couch, plunking gently down next to him but a little distance so she could angle her body to face him. She figured they might as well talk, and not just sit there in silence, though he had been good thus far in keeping her in conversation. She was enjoying it, but she was sure it would be a one time thing. Despite her desperation for a friend. Soon he would realize she was not going to give him what every other man wanted, and he too would be poof.
She laughed slightly "No one ever believes I am almost nineteen. God, what do I look like I am twelve?" she jokingly questioned. Bowser now bounding up into her lap and quickly dozing off. She didn't think he liked the heat here either, but oh well. They both would have to learn how to deal with it. Because she had a feeling she would be here for a while. Her Father had said. But kenzie missed her horses, and her dogs, and she missed her Father. But she knew better than to disobey her Father, so here she would stay. Whether she liked it or not. But, she needed to admitt. With this guy around, she had a feeling she would like it, and like it a lot. She almost laughed out loud on that thought. but kept herself together. Like she needed to weird him out.
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Post by christopher peyton james on Jun 24, 2011 15:47:20 GMT -5
Christopher Peyton James. That was his name. Three names. Most people found that to be a conversation starter, as if he had done it on purpose, when he in fact didn't. He didn't mind his name, or names, depending on how you looked at it. Kenzie, he noticed immediately, was very down to earth, not caring much for what money could by, and for this he was glad. Not only had she not came on to him, using a pick up line about his names, but she didn't ask about his past either, which was fine with him. It was no extraordinary feat that she had made, but it meant something to him. She already reminded him so much of Maggie, that it was uncanny. Her personality mainly. Bubbly, yet calm. Sweet, but with some southern spice. He knew it was probably all in his head, and as soon as she figured out he was just one large bag of bundled up emotional package, she would probably walk right out of his life, the same way she walked in.
For some reason, he didn't want that to happen. If anything, they could be friends. If the future held more for them, so be it, he had no way of knowing and was not going to push her away if it did. He was not interested in girls for sex, at least not ones he wasn't completely serious about. He watched her survey his apartment. He knew it looked ugly, her house was probably decorated with frilly picture frames, and girly colors. His apartment, could definitely use a female's touch. He was in no way, shape, or form a decorator, he could slap on some paint but that was about it. He had no pictures of family. He had no alcohol paraphernalia to display. He was an unlikely bachelor, mostly because before Maggie died, he didn't think he would ever be a bachelor. Maybe he could pay her to decorate his apartment, however he reminded himself she probably wouldn't accept money. She seemed like the kind of person to help, regardless of whether money was involved. Most people would consider this a fault, but he considered it a blessing. The world needed more kind hearted people in it. She watched dog curl up in her lap and smiled, pictures of Fury, his Rhodesian Ridgeback surfacing in his mind.
Thirteen actually. He had meant it totally as a joke, hopefully she took it that way. He chuckled before adding Totally kidding. I would say seventeen or eighteen, so I was not too far off. So tell me about yourself He desperately wanted to know more about her, not because there was a huge desire for companionship, but just because he was honestly intrigued, they seemed to have a lot in common, but he didn't know enough about her to be sure. What better way than to ask. He took a swig of tea and leaned back on the couch. The affliction shirt already making it hotter in the room than it should have been.
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Post by mahkenzie lee garland on Jun 24, 2011 18:55:09 GMT -5
Kenzie had noticed that Chris had three first names, but she decided that it was truly not worth discussing. It was not like he picked his name out, because he didn't. Plus, James was sort of a last name too. Either way, she liked his name, so far it seemed to fit him. Now she on the other hand, she had a man's middle name. Lee. How she hated that. She cursed every day about the thing. Why couldn't they have picked something normal. Marie, mae; anything other than a boy's name. She had been picked on all through school about that. She was popular in school, very popular, but they still liked the bring up the fact that she had a boy's middle name. But then again, the name is what most people remember. And she was okay with that. Being remembered for that was better than not being remembered at all.
Kenzie was not completely sure of where this was going. She knew he seemed like a nice guy, and she enjoyed the fact that he still had never given her a funny look for her accent. Friends was something she would enjoy to see, but maybe it would go farther. Instantly butterflies arose again in her stomach as she sat there on the brown leather couch. She squirmed a bit, feeling her skin sticking to the leather. She should have known that would happen. Now she was going to have weird marks on her legs and he would think she had some sort of disease. She should have sat on the floor. Kenzie lifted the drink back up to her lips, and took a long lingering sip. She hadn't had any sweet tea since she had moved here, and it felt good to be reunited with her favorite drink. All thanks to Chris.
Kenzie laughed out when he said thirteen pretending to shoot him an angry face, but she couldn't hold it, and iggled again. "Well then, atleast I have aged a year since yesterday." she joked. Since she had been asked how old she was the day before by an older store clerk. She smiled when he asked about her. Oh what could she say. She really had never been the type to like to talk about herself. She had always been the one who people would come to with their problems, and she had never truly remembered talking a whole about herself ever. She got nervous, and shy when it came to it. She didn't like to sound boastful, and normally she would leave a lot out. Like the talent contests she won with her singing voice, and her barrel racing. She didn't want to seem snobby.
She smiled warmly at him. She had to answer the question, so why not give it a shot. "Well, I am almost nineteen. I grew up in Dallas my whole life with my horses, and my Mom, Dad, and brother. I like riding a lot actually. I like singing; though I am no good. Hmmm. I like football, baseball. The normal. When my brother died last year my parents divorced, so I am now here I guess." she laughed nervously. Gosh, she hoped she hadn't said too much, or sounded stupid since she just named off stuff. Damn. "What about you? Tell me about you." she smiled. She was interested to now here his story. She was amazed at the mention of her brother she didn't begin bawling right then, but she had held it together good. Hopefully he hadn't noticed her eyes water up a bit. She hoped.
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Post by christopher peyton james on Jun 24, 2011 20:24:31 GMT -5
Chris thought about her name for a moment. He remembered she said her middle was Lee, what a blessing to have a real first, middle and last name. Lee was brilliant, and beautiful all at the same time, and what made it more intriguing was the fact that it was unisex, so it could be carried as a family name of sorts. He smiled as she drank her tea, seeming to enjoy it. He was glas he could entertain her. She noticed how things got a tad awkward when she brought up her brother, and knew it was probably a story he would learn in the future. He hoped so at least, for some reason, even though they had only just met, he wanted to have some kind of future with this beautiful, amazing, country woman. Friends was good, but lovers was even better. He took himself at complete surprise at his last thought. Lovers He didn't know why, with Maggie being so close in his memory, but for some reason at that moment he knew, that was what their tea drinking selves were working up to.
Me? He grinned nervously. Well there isn't much to tell, My family owns a ranch in Colorado, and basically I had to leave because of an accident that made me lose someone I loved very much. He dove into the 'long story short' version of Maggie and how she died. I was going to propose to her you know, That night. Just never got the chance. After that I slipped into a really large depression that I recently fished myself out of, and this apartment is where I landed. Even though it was over a year ago. Things like that don't leave your mind to quickly. You said your brother died, so i am sure you understand the feeling. He didn't mean to say so much, but he couldn't stop speaking. Like word vomit, it just kept coming. It is not that she cared to actually know his story as much as he just felt compelled to tell someone, her specifically. For some reason, he wanted her to know. He took the last swig of his tea and looked at her, rubbing the back of his neck.
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