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Post by Christofer Drew }} on Dec 31, 2008 19:02:05 GMT -3
{ i won't try that again } Ahh the fairgrounds. Always the first place to check out in a new town, if it was a good one, you knew the town was decent. Thats how I was taught. I loved the fair. Why? The horses. Why, people always thought that a boy who looked like me was into other things... Cars? Nah, i wasn't one for those. I loved the feeling of a horse's mane. The way they whinny, and of course neigh. The sound of their hooves hitting the concrete, was so lovely sounding to me. Alright... You get the picture.
Though, on this particular day, it was a new town, and I was going to hang with the equines. I made my way there and looked through the stalls. All the horses there were beautiful, but the one that struck my attention was the second to the last one in the left row of stalls. She was beautiful. A silky black and grey speckled coat. A black mane and tail, with a white star on her forehead. Her mane so long and smooth, she was simply amazing. I looked around the stall for a name, yet couldn't find one. I stuck my hand into the stall, she was very very friendly, which caused a smile to grow on my face. I shook my head to get my bangs out of my eyes as I opened the stall door and stepped in. She nuzzled my arm searching for treats or food.
I pulled out a carrot from my back pocket and let her munch on it. I found somebody's supplies on the inside, she seemed to be a public horse. I shrugged gently and grabbed a brush. I began to brush her back, getting all the dust off, getting her beautiful natural coat to shine. She seemed super happy, though as I told her she was beautiful, it made her move her head in a happy gesture. I figured it would be okay to sing something. "I'm in touble, I'm an addict, I'm addicted to this girl.. She's got my heart tied in a knot, and my stomache in a whirl.. Whats even worse, is I cant stop calling her.. She's all I want and more, I mean daaamn. Whats not to adore? I've been playing too much guitar, I've been listening to jazz, I've called so many times, I swear she's goin' mad. And that cellular-ar, will be the death to us, I swear, I swear. And oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oooh, oooh ooh. Yea Im runnin' my mouth just like I got her.. But i surely don't.." I smiled as the mare here began to sway her tail listening to my voice. I looked over on the halter of hers, where it finally said her name.
Turns out, it was a fantastic name. It was Willow. Next up I began brushing her mane, she was slowly falling asleep, i could tell she was super happy. I cleared my throat gently. "Because she's so-o-o-o-o-o-o rock and roll, and outta my league.. Is she out of my league? Lets hope not..." I grinned and kept brushing her mane.
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Post by Nicole Wilson on Dec 31, 2008 19:16:14 GMT -3
Nicole or Nicky as most fo her friends called her was always trouble when she came around. she hung out with thew rong people and was always getting herself in trouble. surprisengly she ahdnt gotten in trouble with the law... yet. She was a easy girl to get along with however as long as you stayed on her good side and could handle her craziness and rudeness. most people just liked her becuase she was real and not fake she was who she was and she didnthid things or lie about herself. sure she lied but it was more like lieing about where she was that night or yes she did her home work. Her and two of her guy friends decided to go to the fair, there was so many people there they could do all kinds of crap and not get in trouble or get cuaght. they walked around the fair grounds cuasing trauma where everthey went. Her parents were never around so she could do what ever she wanted and not get in trouble plus they ahd given up on her a long time ago becuase she just would not change her ways she was always the bad child. As her and her two friends walked down the isle way of the barn where the horses were she was drinking a beer and had the can in her hand. you could tell she was a bit loopy allready. she was only 16 so if she was cuaght she could be in trouble, her friends were totaly waisted. looking at the horses they desided not to go to the barn. well catch you later they said as they headed out of the barn. she contyinued down the isle way once her beer was done she smashed it and threw it on teh ground infront of the stall, she hadnt noticed the guy in there.
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Post by Christofer Drew }} on Dec 31, 2008 19:29:40 GMT -3
{ These big city dreams are what you're about } Willow was asleep, small noises coming from her as she slept, and I kept humming. It was soft though, not to disturb the lovely horse. That is, until someone came in, yes they were loud, but it was sometimes hard to wake a horse up. She stayed asleep through their talking. I, however, was getting frustrated a tad. My humming stopped. And suddenly a metal crash landed right infront of the stall. Willow woke and spooked, rearing. My reaction? Get the hell out of there. I always stayed outside the stall when they spooked until they were calm. I rather quickly opened the stall door then shut it behind me as the horse began to slowly calm.
Since I was outside of the stall, I stepped on a can that had been smashed. The prime suspect of the waking. I shook my head and exhaled loudly, looking down the row a bit where I saw a chick. She seemed drunk to me. I shook my head and tossed the can infront of her, making sure she saw it. "Next time, throw it in the trash instead of trying to kill someone." My tone was somewhat sounding pissed off. But hey, I was having a good time until somebody had to ruin it, and it just happened to be her. I looked back to Willow, she was getting calmer every second. My hazel eyes turned back to the girl. I wore a red RiverWalk shirt, and blue skinny jeans, the crap I packed in my bag.
I needed some new clothes, but for not trying to impress anyone, i dressed the way that I felt was necissary for hanging with the horses. Why should I ruin something nice of mine, when I could just fuck up an already bad looking mix? Yep, thats what I thought.
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Post by Nicole Wilson on Dec 31, 2008 19:38:51 GMT -3
She stoped at one of the horses stall and gave the horse a wierd look. she wasnt to into horses the fact was she was kinda scared of them. the horse came up to here and stuck its head out wanting to be pet but she jumped back. then thats when she herd a angry voice talking to her. tunrinbg around the hood of her hoody fell down and out fell her long blonde and hot pink hair. she looked at the guy and had a smirk on her face. Shut the Hell Up she said looking at him as if he should just leave her alone.
ok so she was drunk and a bit more bitchier then normal. she walked up to the guy about ready to fight if he pissed her off again. she wa sthe kind of girl that just want to kick every ones asses. Anyways there is no Proof that its mhy can she said in a kind of coky voice as she walked even closer to him stumbling a bit as she walked. after all he didnt actualy see her throw the can.
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Post by Christofer Drew }} on Dec 31, 2008 20:32:41 GMT -3
{ A lifetime of crushes and your broken dreams }
So she wanted to argue with me? Now that, that was funny. She was drunk, trying to pic a fight with a sober me? I mean I know people did stupid things when they were drunk. But seriously! I heard what she said, and it was so obvious she was drunk. Didn't she realize she was the only one in here besides him, and that can was not there before. I knew that for a fact. Instead of arguing with her more, I just laughed for a second. "Honestly, you're going to try and pull that on me?" I laughed. This was interesting.
It would probably piss her off, but I didnt care. I shook my head and looked away. I didn't care much about her looks. She wasn't my type of girl. I was into the kind that were rocker, but didn't get drunk. I never did, I hated the stuff. I guess you could say I was the good little boy. But I got far. My own band, songs. Well, okay, its a one man band. But still, I was pretty famous. Id been on tours, and TRL, which was amazing. I was definately pretty popular on myspace. All the chicks loved me. It made me seem special.
Therefore, I didn't say anything else to the girl. What was she going to do? Slap me? What would that do? Honestly, it was hilarious, listening to her slur, and watching her stumble.
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Post by Nicole Wilson on Jan 1, 2009 18:26:27 GMT -3
Nicky was anything but good. her parents just let her do what ever so she had no boundries. She guessed she did it to get attention from her parents but they seemed to just ignore her more but now she was addicted to the stuff and couldnt stop. It didnt help that all of her friends were just like her and that was alotof peer pressure. To be honest she wanted to stop being who she was or atleast stop drinking and getting in trouble but she couldnt it kept pulling her back in. When she wasnt drunk Nicky could be a pretty decent person to be around most of the time.
He made her so angry and being drunk it made her even angrier. Its Punks Like You That realy piss me off she said, meaning guys who acted like they wer so good and perfect. I mean come on every teenager drank every once and a wile or attleast tried it. walking close to him wanting to deck him in the face she acedently triped over something that was invisible,wich she tended to do alot.
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Post by Christofer Drew }} on Jan 1, 2009 18:40:34 GMT -3
{ I know that Ive been dancing around the truth } My eyes watched her curiously as she got pissed off. It was funny, so I just stood there, crossed my arms across my chest, and stood there. Her words, just made me laugh. So I was a punk now? And I thought I was perfect?! I had news for this chick, I was far from perfect. Oh so far. I played with my set of liprings on the left side of my face, the two rings dancing slightly. I flicked my head to the side, my bangs getting out of my eyes, the hazel color bright against my color skin.
Then she decided to try and punch me? Or wait.. No, she was trying to do something, but she happened to trip. I could have laughed, but my gentleman side popped out. I would always be a gentleman inside, because even if this chick did happen to try and kill me, I couldn't let her fall. I dont know why either, I just wasnt that type of person. So, as if she was falling on slow motion, I sped myself foreward and grasped her pulling her up before she could get near the ground. I cocked an eyebrow as I helped her steady herself. My hands were on her arms, keeping her steady. I made eye contact with her.
"I've got news for you, Princess. I'm far from perfect." I smirked.
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Post by Nicole Wilson on Jan 1, 2009 18:48:35 GMT -3
She was ust to tripping but not hurting herself when she did. when she was going down she twisted her ankle pretty bad. Then to her surprise he cuaght her. all the guys she knew whould let her drop and luagh and probablhy just leave her there. she wasnt sure what to do or say but as she looked up at him she blurted it out You have pretty eyes she said like a mesmorized child. He was helping steady her and she was feeling like she had a even bigger head ache now.
Since he cuaght her she felt he atleast deserved a apolagy but she didnt know hpow to apolagise becuase well she never had before becuase she never felt the point. why lie and say sorry if you did it, most the time you ment to. Uh.. Im..... Im sorry she said. she may have sounded liek a fool.
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Post by Christofer Drew }} on Jan 1, 2009 19:16:38 GMT -3
{ you say we're both little people and you like it that way } So.. I caught her, yea. She looked up at me and in my eyes, and complimented me? I was confused. I cocked an eyebrow and muttered a small 'thanks..?' Then she apologized? How interesting this was getting. And soon I noticed she was hurt a bit. I helped hre over to the bench and sat her there. "So uh, are you okay?" My voice was soft. I didnt really know what to say. She complimented me, which I said thanks to, and then she said she was sorry?
Yea, i was confused, and it would take a bit for me to get used to it. But it was nice, and Willow was calm. But my attention was put onto the girl. When it struck me, we didnt know each other's names. Before she could decide whether she was in pain, I jumped to the conclusion. "I'm Christofer Drew, by the way. I go by Chris though.." I said before and then listened intently to see if she'd tell me where she was hurt, I was sure they had bandages here. They had to, it was A) a fair, and B) a barn. There HAD to be a first aid kit around.
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Post by Nicole Wilson on Jan 1, 2009 19:20:46 GMT -3
She sat down and took a look at her ankle trying tomove it to see how bad she had hurt it. she would survive but id did hurt. she was a confuseing girl and tended to have aloty of mood swings she couldnt help it it was just her. She had a slight case of Bi=Polor but it was nothing to serious, she took deications for it usual unless she was pissed she wouldnt take them.
she looked at him and gave him a small smile. Um My ankle she said putting her hand down on her ankle it was starting to swell up and it was throbbing a bit. Im Ncole most people just call my Nicky though she said. hardlyu any one cvalled her noicole.
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Post by Christofer Drew }} on Jan 1, 2009 19:33:22 GMT -3
{ i'm not quite ready to let go }I offered her a smile. My bright white teeth glimmering. "Okay then, Nicky, I'll be right back." I said softly and turned away from her. I looked above the stalls and spotted little places where you could place things. My hands reached up there, trying to find the handle to open the main one. I heard a click and it opened, and something flew out at me. I ducked but caught it. It was a bag of horse treats. Go figure.
I stood up to my full height and placed the treats back and climbed onto the bench across from where Nicky sat. My head was now level with the cubbord like place. Near hte back I spotted it, a first aid kit. I reached for it, and grasped it, pulling it back and then easily got down from there, the first aid kit in my hand. I went over to Nicky and opened it, there was gauze, and a tight Ace bandage. Velcro kept it together. It was pretty spiffy. So where her hand was, I got down to my knees and lifted it gently, and carefully began wrapping the bandage around it. "Let me know if its too tight." I said still wrapping it around her ankle.
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Post by Nicole Wilson on Jan 1, 2009 19:36:59 GMT -3
she was so confused on why he was being so niced after her being a bitch to him and trying to get him killed. she giggled when the bag of treats fell out at him. once he started to wrapp the bandage she watched him still wondering. why are you being so nice to me? she asked and then puased. after all i was being a bitch she said with a sigh.
ooc; sry short i will brb.
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Post by Christofer Drew }} on Jan 1, 2009 19:51:06 GMT -3
{ sweetie you had me } I heard her words. And kept wrapping the huge bandage, my thoughts running. What was I supposed to tell her? Because I felt like it? Because I'm a good guy? Because Im not perfect? It was confusing. I sighed gently, but super quietly. "Because, even if you tried to get me killed, I'm a gentleman inside. You can tell from the songs I write and sing." My voice was soft. My mind running over those songs. My Friend Jane... Shes Got Style... Big City Dreams... Those were just a few of them.
My hazel eyes lifted up to her as I patted down the velcro very softly. "There, all better." I said softly and stood up taking the first aid kit and putting it back. When that ordeal was done, I came back and sat down next to her, my thoughts still running over all those songs that made me famous. All those songs that I played with my guitar and little effects Id create myself. I was just talented in that kind of way, I supposed. I wasnt totally sure though.
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Post by Nicole Wilson on Jan 1, 2009 19:56:16 GMT -3
Im realy sory about that she said felling bad now about it. she didnt know why she was being so nice to him now becuase well this wasnt like her. and thanks she said. then when she herd him say he sung songs she smiled, becuase she loved music and even played the guitar. sure she wasnt in a band but she was realy good none the lease. do you play any instraments she asked out of curiosity.
I play the guitar she mentioned leaning back against the back of the bench. she wasnt usualy one to get into a deep conversation with some one and she usualy hardly got into a ocnversation longer then this one was lasting.
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Post by Christofer Drew }} on Jan 1, 2009 20:05:16 GMT -3
{ you see this girl? } Her question sort of took me by surprise. I nodded gently, I heard she played the guitar and that sparked up my interest. "I play guitar, and ukelele. Im in a one man band. Have you heard of me? I'm NeverShoutNever." I boasted quietly, I loved my band.. My one man band. It was my life, my love. Writing songs about girls leaving me? I loved that. There were plenty of girls though, who wanted me. I was pretty popular I suppose.
I looked over at her. "I was just singing a song to Willow over there, about ten minutes ago." I smiled. If I were to sing a song for her, it would probably be My Friend Jane. I wasnt sure why, but it seemed like a perfect song to fit her. So maybe a small crush was forming... I wouldn't let it show. I wasn't one for doing first moves unless I was positive there was something there.
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