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Post by bree fisher on Feb 6, 2008 19:31:00 GMT -5
Ick! Too serious! She needed a break from the somber mood and selpuchural expression (new vocab word, it means "like a funeral" proudness!). She half smiled and ruffled his hair, reaching across the table far and laughing at how awkward it was for her.
Well, I don't know, I really don't have a mind to be feeling both any time soon. But bruns...I don't know why, but I've always just hated burns. I mean, who wouldn't, but still.
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Post by Dakota on Feb 6, 2008 22:46:26 GMT -5
Yes, he thought quietly in the back of his mind. Work away from this conversation for it only seems to brin sorrows.He fixed his hair, smoothing ut the ruffles she so caringly sculpted and smirked. He was just like a girl with his hair. He was fussy over it and never wanted anyone to touch it for reasons even he didn't know. But he made silly little hissy fits over them to act like about 355 of the population here.
[Burns. Well, yes. So...do you have animals?]
BAM. right off the top of his head and he knew animals was always a god subject for speaking to girls. So he sat and awaited her answer.
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Post by bree fisher on Feb 7, 2008 8:08:34 GMT -5
I laughed at his expression. Aha! Another hair freak! I knew there had to be another one somewhere, other than my brother. But don't tell him I said that. She smiled.
Animals...well, Bree's obsessed with horses, so I ended up around ours a lot, and I got to be pretty good at barrel racing. I actually have a chinchilla named Frenchie who chews on everything in my room. But I'm allergic to cats and dogs, which sucks. What about you? A good topic to get them off that conversation. Unless he had an animal who had committed suicide or something. So let us hope that the slim odds of that mean that he didn't.
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Post by Dakota on Feb 7, 2008 20:22:07 GMT -5
He laughed and shrugged. Thinking of the menagerie of animals at his/Dakotas house.
He trailed off and looked around a bit. Biting his lip he finally remembered.
That was it. All the pets he had. Atleast thats what he thought.
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Post by bree fisher on Feb 7, 2008 20:43:39 GMT -5
Her eyes went big. Wow. I can't even comprehend feeding that many animals. I think I'd forget their names or something eventually.
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Post by Dakota on Feb 7, 2008 22:44:05 GMT -5
He shrugged and shook his head.
[Nah. Its pretty easy. I get the maid to feed half and i feed the other half. Ive had them for a few years so im pretty used to their names and what not. The Puppy is the newest though.
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Post by bree fisher on Feb 10, 2008 8:45:54 GMT -5
I laughed. The Puppy. It sounds so ominous. It's good that you have a feeding arrangement--I can't tell you how many midnight calls I've gotten from Bree at some party, telling me to feed the horses.
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Post by Dakota on Feb 10, 2008 20:17:21 GMT -5
He smiled and shrugged. [Yeah i guess so. If i were you I would tell Bree that she has a responsibility with horse ownership and she should be taking care of her own horses and not pushing the task onto you.]
He was trying to help her out, seeing as it isn't fair Bree's horses have become her responsibility when shes too busy to care.
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Post by bree fisher on Feb 12, 2008 16:27:02 GMT -5
I shrugged. She's really good about it now. When she was with Logan I'd get these calls at 3:30 in the morning asking me to feed so-and-so and bring in so-and-so from the field. After she got with Max she was lots better about it. And now they're getting married and everything is perfect.
I realized I sounded bitter and stopped. I don't have anything against him at all, really. He's really nice and he makes Bree ridiculously happy, but I'm just kind of skeptical. I didn't really ever think that someone would change like that for love. I sighed, rubbing my forehead. I thought Bree's marriage to Max was the stupidest thing I'd ever heard. They were eighteen, for God's sakes! was it so wrong that it bothered me?
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Post by Dakota on Feb 21, 2008 23:13:01 GMT -5
He couldnt help but sense the bitter rancor [vocab word ^.^] in her tone as she talked about Max, who he had never heard of before. Hasn't seen. Hasn't heard. Hasn't really listened much anyways. He shrugged, raising his eyebrows a bit at the marriage part, because who knew where they would be 10 years from now. it sounded like something just sparked and their going with their gut feelings...their heart but not their brain. He bit his lip a bit. [She's only a senior though. Thats so young. And Annabel, sometimes love makes you do crazy things. You can;t always help it. Hormones...endorphins...pheremones...you name it. I've seen crack heads hook up with teachers...they say its love but Im skeptical. Look at Anna Nicole Smith and her husband. He was old and decrepit but she still "loved" him.]
He stopped, thinking he had said enough. Sometimes it was easier to quit while your ahead of the game.
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Post by bree fisher on Feb 22, 2008 8:55:04 GMT -5
I sighed. Yeah, I get that, but...I don't know. I've never been in love and I don't really ever plan on falling in love...not anymore, anyway.
That's probably why Bree and I don't get along so well. I always think with my head and she always thinks with her heart. I swear to God I feel like some sort of phychic. I don't want to be the one standing there when they're seperated biting back 'I told you so'. I've been there and...I don't want her to ever feel like that.
I stopped, my lips pursed to the side in their characteristic way. I really just didn't understand how Bree could honestly go through with this--it seemed to stupid and irrational to me. I'd burned that bridge between me and her---and then obliterated the ashes with dynamite.
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Post by Dakota on Feb 22, 2008 23:12:40 GMT -5
He smirked and looked at her, feeling a little helpless for not being able to really do anything about her issues. He sighed and sat there for a while, trying to contemplate exactly what had been said. He knew all too well about people who weren't ready to grow up. They think they can be responsible with things but it turns out they really cant. His best friend married off when he was 20 and i hadn't been but a month later that his wife got pregnant and ended up having to give up the baby because she wasn't ready to be a mom after all. He was kinda happy she wasnt quite so wiling to fall in love, seeing as it would prevent her from that false feeling of lust which wound so many innocent girls into a pitless black hole.
He smirked, huis lips pursed together in a stright line and breathed deeply, looking at her with a bit of pity, but hope.
[Well, thats good and bad. You may have a chance at love and miss the real thing, or you could like...just pass off all the guys who lust for you and coddle you with their brand of love. What I think is that Bree shouldn't rush into things, and just wait it out. If he really loves her he'll understand and wait for it. Sometimes its better to feel with your head because you know whats real and whats just an illusion. When you think with your heart, if you havent been exposed to everything, you'll never know if your feeling love or lust.]
he just sat there, sipping his cold coffee now, wondering how he can hold an intellectual conversation with a 15 year old but not his own mother.
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Post by bree fisher on Feb 23, 2008 9:32:01 GMT -5
I shrugged. Yeah, I see your point. See, I'm not so patient. If I'm going to have to see her every day now I'm just going to have to not mention it. Plus she wants me to be in her wedding. That'll be hard.
She looked down at her coffee cup. I've been in love before--and all that happened to me was that he totally fucked me over. I've kind of sworn off on it now, but I don't really fall much anyways, so it doesn't really matter. She sipped her coffee, wondering how weird this was for him considering she was only fifteen.
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Post by Dakota on Feb 27, 2008 21:56:28 GMT -5
He shrugged, still thinking she was rushing into it. He made a sly smile and looked at her, waiting till she finished talking. Holy shit, he thought, looking at his watch, they had been there atleast 2 hours. He laughed to himself, shrugging.
[Well if she cares enough about her family being part of her wedding, tell her you wont go. I think, if she cared enough she would cancel until she could get you to be a part of it. And for the love bit, dont rush it. It'll come when it comes and you'll be happy and you really wont care about anything else. As long as your with them the worlds complete. You know what I mean?]
he asked, playing with a creamer on the table.
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Post by bree fisher on Feb 28, 2008 20:17:42 GMT -5
I looked at him and smiled crookedly. No. I don't know. But that's okay.
I'll be a good sport about it--and we have been here a really long time. I don't want to keep you here, if you've got a date with Bella--and I've kind of got a date tonight. she confessed, blushing.
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Post by Dakota on Feb 28, 2008 20:26:17 GMT -5
He leaned back and crossed his arms and nodded, a smug look on his face. [Well let's go. I'll take you wherever.] He smiled and laughed, puling his keys out of his pocket and a ten to pay for the extra coffees they got. He walked up to the register and laid it down and paid, walking back he grabbed his coat and put it on, waiting for her to follow him out to his car. Once there, he got in and started it up, waiting for direction.
[So dish about this date...and im kinda curious what you and Bella are going to be up to.]
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Post by bree fisher on Mar 1, 2008 18:35:34 GMT -5
I got in his car, more at ease than last time. Me and Bella? We're probably just going to hang out and watch movies, get popcorn, gossip about boys, that sort of thing, I told him, my eyes twinking wickedly as I teased.
Uh, but tonight I have this date with a guy I met at the movie theater--I had just run there and I sit down to cool off and he was just there. And he asked me out. He's really sweet and cute and all that other stuff teenage girls obsess about in boys--it should be fun.
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Post by Dakota on Mar 2, 2008 22:16:04 GMT -5
He gave her a sly look and nodded, not quite believing her about the gossiping part. haha. wait. all girls gossip and he would really not be surprised if she went and talked about him. He got a little worried for a minute there. [Whoahh. Wait. Before I even start to drive to where ever im taking you...you better not even think about telling Bella anything i told you.] He gave her a really bad evil look, maybe it was just bad because he looked so innocent or whatever...but it was pitiful and he laughed at himself, shifting the car into reverse, backing out of the spot and driving to the exit.
He asked, his hand on the turn signal lever thing, waiting for her answer. While he waited he responded to this new info on this guy.
[So that means theres a 50 percent chance he wants to get in your pants and is a total ass...or 50 percent chance he really likes you. Hope for the chance he likes you. Ive seen the guys in our generation and alot of them have the same thing on their mind.]
He warned her, adjusting his seat and mirror a little as he turned in the direction she asked him to.
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Post by bree fisher on Mar 4, 2008 20:02:39 GMT -5
Memories of her own rape flashed through her mind. Her voice was suddenly dark. Yeah...I think I know, she said softly.
She brightened up quickly, to avoid arousing suspicion. But I'm totally sure you will stay out of our conversation... she snickered at her own sarcasm.
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Post by Dakota on Mar 8, 2008 23:54:39 GMT -5
He raised his brows at her suddenly dark voice, but had an idea she really did know, and didn't want to ask. Annabel had taken on the role of 'Little Sister' in the past few hours. He found he cared more for a total stranger than he did for himself or his direct family. He knew little about her but liked being able to guess and ask her openly. Not quite knowing what she had gone through, but knowing what some guy might have put her through was enough to make him want to beat the kid up. So he didn't ask, seeing as girls don' typically like when guys fight, no matter what one did to her.
He smirked and nodded, looking at her, suspicious
[Of Course I will.]
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