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Post by ♥ poppies on Mar 10, 2008 19:16:28 GMT -5
Five in the morning was a bit late for Kris and it was a week before the surgery of her dearly beloved filly, Cocoa. A deep fear had come into her chest almost everyday and if not morning then she woke-up in the middle of the night with a cold sweat. Her heart racing but this morning she was ecspecially calm. Forgetting completely about Westley she turned on the stereo to about half its regular volume which was still loud but her walls were recently and partially sound proof. Double checking that the music wasn't to loud she walked from the stereo near the television and walked into the kitchen. Her lips opened and closed in the lyrics to the song as she grabbed the butter from the refrigerator. Grabbing something else, an english muffin, she then placed in it the toaster. Turning it for about ten minutes she waited peacfully and then twirled as she danced to the music. The white tank top held on her body sat there as she danced, sort of. Her sweat pants just sat on her thin legs, a bit big but they were meant for sleeping nothing else.
A picture of her, Westley, and Cocoa hung in the living room now that wasn't to big. Another photo of just her and Westley mucking Martini's stall had her sitting in the muck bucket. It was pretty funny and she had been taking pictures of Cocoa ever since Westley got there and kept them in an album. All of the pictures either had Cocoa and Westley, Kris and Cocoa, Kris and Westley, or all three of them. There was also one picture of Westley sitting on Martini's back and he had improved since his first lesson, he'd probably had three lessons now on Martini. Westley still was at the walk but they talked a lot during the lessons and Kris always let Martini run around after his tiny lesson. As those thoughts poured through her head the smoke from the toaster started to smoke. Crap! As she pushed the button and stood on her toes she couldn't reach the smoke alarm. Grabbing a chair she turned the smoke detector off and then tended to her burny english muffin. Popping it out it landed in her hands. Ow, ow, ow! Her fingers were burned as the english muffin landed in the trash.
Approaching the sink she turned the water on and turned the cold water on before wrapping her burnt hand in a paper towel that was soaked. Walking back to the refrigerator she grabbed plate of cold pancakes and grabbed two and put them on a new plate before putting some more on and then flicking them in the microwave. Setting it for a minute she ran her hand under water again and looked out the window as she heard the radio again before coming into reality fully and feeling the words of the music pour into her ears. Her fingers started to feel better as she looked at the microwave it had ten seconds left.
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Post by larkeh; on Mar 12, 2008 21:38:58 GMT -5
Westley's long body was sprawled somewhat awkwardly on the sofa with an extremely girlie pink-striped comforter that had somehow during the night ended up at his feet, leaving the very attractive young man sprawled nearly naked on the couch. The only thing preventing him from being completely exposed was a pair of tight red and white low rise boxers, so quite frankly he'd just as well be naked. It wasn't as though much was hidden from his female roommate, but she probably wouldn't mind. What woman wouldn't want the sexy Mr. Covington lying pretty much naked on their couch? His face was sort of morphed as it was pressed into the pillow, the young man lying on his stomach. One muscular arm was beneath the pillow, the other hanging off the side of the couch, his knuckles resting on the carpet beneath them.
A weird dream was going on in Westley's mind as he dreamed there were all these ghosts, everywhere that he could see. He was sitting in an old house, with Kris, though she insisted on being called Kristina. She was older, in her late sixties he'd guess, and still unmarried, listening to classical music on the radio. Next thing he knew a bullet came out of no where, about to hit her and Westley jumped between her and the bullet. That was the last thing the young man remembered as a different kind of music filled his ears and he stirred, never finding out if he'd saved her.
One dark eye opened and looked around the room, seeing Kris in the dim light. Sheesh, how early was it? He'd not dozed off until midnight, a habit he needed to stop if he was going to get serious about these horses, but come on. His head was lifted, looking like one of those newborn baby animals off of Animal Planet as it swayed weakly. Glowing neon numbers read 5:04 and he yawned, propping himself up and staring at Kris silently. His legs slung over the side of the sofa and he stood, looking down and remembering he was wearing one of his tighter pairs of boxers and he leaned down, digging through his suitcase until he located a pair of gray sweat pants.
His torso was bare as he wandered over to where Kris was doing some sort of magic act with an English muffin. "Jeez, do you know how early it is," he asked in a sleepy voice as he scratched his head, which boasted quite the sweet case of bed-head. He pulled a mug with Minnie Mouse on it out of the cabinet, filling it three-quarters with coffee and then he moved to the refrigerator, pulling out the half-and-half to top the cup off. He plucked an excessive amount of sugar cubes out of the bowl and plopped them into the cup, leaning down and sipping from the top until it was low enough that he would be able to pick it up without sloshing coffee everywhere.
He watched silently as Kris pulled pancakes out of the refrigerator and popped them into the microwave and he again yawned. This would probably be his last morning here, unless he spent the night sometime in the future... He intended on moving out today, he wasn't sure if Kris would be helping him or not. He knew she spent pretty much all her time at the barn, but he sort of hoped she'd stick around for part of the day so he'd have someone to keep him company. Sleepy dark eyes watched as she moved, dragging over her figure, before he pulled them away, staring at something other than Kris. He scratched an itchy spot on his tanned belly, just above his navel, looking back to her as she pulled pancakes out of the microwave and he grinned, spinning around and pulling syrup out of the cabinet. "Yay, pancakes," he said happily as he set the syrup on the counter, "You gonna share?"
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Post by ♥ poppies on Mar 13, 2008 6:04:08 GMT -5
Her ears were filled with the beeping of the microwave and the splashing of water in the sink. Kris's finger was starting to turn a pale pink, probably just a bit of a burn but other than that she was fine. Turning around like a whiplash she saw Westley and smiled before turning back around. Well when I woke-up it was a little before five but other than that I don't know what time it is anymore. The smile stood on her face as she waited for his reply and then looked outside the window, above the sink. It seemed calming that the sun hadn't even risen and here they were probably the only apartment with a light on. With that thought of her being the only one she remembered that Westley was moving out but she had forgotten when. She had enjoyed him being there because it let them catch up on things, what he did after New Orleans and what Kris experience in juvi and after it.
A place Kris didn't want to go back but she didn't know now weither things might have been better without horses. Thoughts like those were in her dreams when she thought about her life without horses. Would she have ever seen Westley again? Could she have gotten out of juvi on time? Or would she have just gotten out and committed another crime? Things like those always ran like a movie through her head as if the lines to the next scene. Turning her head she let her finger run under the water for a few more seconds before turning it off and wipping it off. It feel so much better! Turning to see Westley she had a feeling he didn't know why so she said so. A burn...from the english muffin. I'm a clutz. Large smile on her face as she peered at him.
You can have most of them. I'm not that hungry. Grabbing another plate she had to get on her toes and reach as high as she could. Barely about to reach the stack of plates on the top shelf of the cabinet she grabbed one off the top. Placing it down she grabbed a fork and stuck it into the top pancake and then flopped it on her plate. The rest are yours. Good news was there were about four on the original plate. Her brown eyes caught the sight of the syrup as she walked to it within steps. Looking once more at Westley she then put her head down almost in shame and squirted some syrup on the pancake.
They had never sat at the kitchen table so Kris walked into the living room and sat on the smaller couch that Westley hadn't slept on. Music still filled the air as she put the pancakes down on the small table and turned the music off. Grabbing the remote she flipped the television on. Sadily nothing really was on at a little after five, all the good shows were on at....around seven o' clock. Maybe she'd stay home today. Cocoa was just needing to be turned out in a padded pen, Martini just needed to be turned out as well, and it was a couple days until Kris's new filly was coming in.
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Post by larkeh; on Mar 14, 2008 20:16:46 GMT -5
Westley nodded his head a bit when she explained about the burn and despite how sleepy he was he was still quite sweet. "Here, let me see," he said, taking her hand and leaning over a bit and kissing her fingers, "Better?" He smiled a bit and took a sip of the hot coffee in his mug, wondering what was up with that look and then her pulling her eyes away almost shamefully. He shrugged, he supposed it was just another little flirty thing they did, they'd been going back and forth for the last month. How was Wes keeping his sanity was questionable to even him. He'd always been the kind of guy that just plunged into things and yet he kept stopping every time he was about to make a move. He had no idea what had happened to him and he wasn't so sure he liked it.
He picked the syrup bottle up, sticking it in the microwave as Kris walked away. He didn't know how she ate her pancakes with cold syrup. It was gross! He stood bored as seconds ticked off the timer, his stomach grumbling. He pulled a piece of pancake off the top one, shoving it in his mouth and fast realizing why people put syrup on their pancakes. He kept trying to swallow but he couldn't and finally he gave up, reaching for his cup of coffee and gulping until the fluffy stuff was able to be swallowed. He wasn't going to try that again, he could wait until the syrup was heated. The microwave let out a cry and he pulled open the door, reaching a hand in to pull out the bottle, careful not to burn himself. He squirted quite a bit on top of his pancakes and grabbed a fork wandering into the informal living room.
He flopped down on the couch, the sweats that had already fallen to rest around his hips slipping down quite a bit. He set his plate to the side and stood, fixing his pants and sitting back down a little more carefully, "I doubted you wanted to see that," he said with a cheesy grin. Of course she'd seen him naked so he knew she'd seen much more, but they'd been horny teenagers back then. Those had been good times he kind of missed in a way, being a "grown-up" it turned out wasn't a whole lot of fun. But it had its perks he supposed so it wasn't all bad. He was actually going to really live alone, not that he'd not had his own apartment for a time, but there'd always been someone crashing on his couch or not even staying there, just coming over to do God knew what.
They ate in silence for a few minutes before he looked up, "So if you're not busy I could use a little help moving today," he hinted. He was only moving to a different apartment building in this complex so he could visit her whenever he wanted or vice versa. It was sort of bittersweet moving out still though, but he felt like a bum sleeping on her couch and eating her food. Not that he'd not helped with her rent and food cost and whatnot, but he figured she probably needed her space. Wes could turn annoying, but couldn't every guy?
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Post by ♥ poppies on Mar 14, 2008 20:29:52 GMT -5
Brunette hair sat on her shoulders as she sat in the comfortable chair crossing her legs as she took a bite of the pancake. Coughing after the first bite she swallowed and coughed once more and then flipped the channel from the news to a sope opera. One that was stupid and really old that she had started watching every morning, it seemed the only interesting thing on. Also Kris liked them because most of the times it was a romantic couple on a trail ride or walking on the beach. This episode was a brunette sitting in bed still the the guy that loved her walked in but they were really just good friends. At that thought Kris thought of it as her and Westley and she let the fork just sit on the plate and watched before snapping into reality. Yeah no problem. I wasn't planning on going into until later. Not much to really do with Martini and Cocoa. Her fork cut into the pancake as it made a small circle and it as picked up by the fork and placed into her mouth. Swallowing it after two chews she looked from the television to Westley and smiled. Looking at the television once more she spoke pointing her fork as the two in the show just sat there looking at each other, They need to get either a love life or just walk away from one another. She sounded like an old woman yelling at a horse race or something.
Fingers were a bit red and other than that it was like a sunburn but on her fingers, after all the damn English muffin outsmarted her for that second. She wouldn't fall for anymore food tricks, anyways those tricks were when Kris was a kid, one that was in love. Head over heels, body always open, to one person really. Westley. Eyes dragged from him back to the floor as she took another bite of the pancake on her plate. What time do you wanna get moving? Kris really hadn't minded on letting Westley stay there, it was fun to have him drive her to work each day and it was fun to see him almost every hour of each day. Sort of like New Orleans but this time they were well grown-ups, all though Kris really hadn't grown up. A little but other than that she was a happy kid on the inside who still needed to be brought out of her shell. Kris didn't want him to move but it had been his decision and as she took another breath and the last piece of her pancake shoved into her mouth.
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Post by larkeh; on Mar 14, 2008 23:07:07 GMT -5
Westley's eyes rolled as she flipped the TV over to a soap opera, one she watched every morning. He was fine with New York One personally, there was always something dramatic going on in that city. He got sort of bored with the same old murder or apartment fire, even the drug deals gone bad could be kind of boring, though some of them cracked him up big time. No, he liked the rarity stories, like the twenty-five pound rat found on the subway. He still couldn't get over that. Like five of those things would be a Kris. It was nuts! And then there was that lady in the Bronx who refused to leave the bathroom and she sat there for like seven years, the whole time her boyfriend bringing her food and drink and stuff like that. Wes would have just pulled the woman out of the bathroom by force or maybe just stopped bringing her food. And what good was a girlfriend that wouldn't get off the toilet to a man anyway? He knew that was a horrible thought, but honestly.
Still Wes had caught onto the story line, there were like twelve of them and he knew about half. It was an older one, every woman had big teased hair and all the guys had a mustache, and yet ironically they waxed their chest, which made him laugh. The particular young woman on screen was Allison, a thin brunette who used a ridiculous amount of hair spray. He'd once thought some of the prostitutes he'd known, never used as he wasn't paying for something he could get for free, had had big hair, but these 80's chicks were impressive. She had honestly not just woken up with her hair like that. She sat in her bed in her family's expensive mansion, which many people would look at and think was an unrealistic situation, but not Westley. Those people existed and he knew them, he was even kind of one of them for a long time.
Jeremiah, yet another guy with a mustache, came in looking at Allison sitting there in bed and started talking to her as though he wasn't in love with her. He shook his head with a laugh at Kris' outburst, unsure as to why this particular couple got her so fired up. He was kind of dense and he had not noticed the similarities between him and Kris and Jeremiah and Allison. If he were to actually stop and think about it he would notice them, but he never bothered to do so. To him this was just a cheesy soap with a whole lot of hair in strange places and missing in others. His parents had probably looked a lot like that back then, when they'd actually liked each other, love might be a stretch, but he knew they'd once actually been kind of happy.
The young man was unaware that Kris had been in love with him back then, and if he was he knew he'd be quite upset. Not that she'd felt that strongly about him, but just that he'd completely used her. To him she'd just been another girl, she'd not meant a whole lot back then. Sure she'd been tougher than most girls and smarter too, and he'd admired that, but she'd offered herself to him freely and like most guys he was wrapped up in the sex. He'd not even really thought that she had actual feelings toward him, he'd just thought she liked the sex. He'd had no idea and to this day he was still clueless. Sure he'd had a few funny feelings toward her he couldn't explain or understand, but love. No he didn't think it was that.
With impressive speed the pancakes had disappeared and Wes stood, stopping to grab Kris' plate and he moved into the kitchen, washing the dishes and setting them in the drying rack. "I don't know," he said as he flopped back down on the couch, this time not exposing himself, "Probably not until it's light out." He yawned and sprawled back out on the couch, adjusting himself in a classic masculine move, and staring at the TV, "I just gotta see what Jerry does and then I'll get dressed," he said to her, taking only a slight glance in her direction, before his eyes returned to the screen, to see how this little encounter transpired. Oh my, he was turning into a girl!
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Post by ♥ poppies on Mar 15, 2008 10:12:43 GMT -5
Shaking her head at Westley when he took her plate and then heard him clean the plates. Flipping the channel when he left it went back to the racing channel were it announced the first maiden race of the season for two year olds in Saratoga. A tiny race of only seven furlongs which needed a well conditioned two year old, so Kris would get a mount for that race. It just depend on how many people knew her name let alone how many horses she'd ridden. Only a few in her time at Hunting Hill several being the barns who had already been sold getting a nice profit. Some of it had been put into her bank account and another nice thing was Kris had considered moving out of the apartments. A nice add for a small house on a hill with a huge yard and a small stone stable that had been in the back, would be a nice place for one or more people. Taking another breath she wondered why Westley wanted to really leave.
Brunette hair stood on her shoulders as she sighed and leaned back in the chair and then opened her mouth. "Guy on the news said the sun wouldn't be up for about another hour or two. I'll get dressed after you." Smile on her face they both got dressed in the bedroom at different times or it was Kris got dressed in the bedroom and Westley in the living room. Eyes wandered out the window behind her as the darkness filled everything and only their apartment light was on. Then again! As soon as some of those thoughts came into her mind it started to rain outside. Lightning and thunder combined as everything went out in the apartment. "Not again!" The fuse box was in the basement and Kris hated to go down there when it was dark outside.
Groaning she got up, her hands reaching everywhere as she tried to make her way to the kitchen for the flashlight. Her apartment block always went out during storms so what would it possibly have been if she lived in a house? Eyes trying to make out anything in the darkness as she looked for Westley. "Where are you?" With that she tripped over something, probably her own feet. A grunt escaped her as she lied on her stomach and just sat there. Kris had grown into a clutz when it came to the dark and at night time she always tripped over something when it came to getting a glass or water or something.
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Post by larkeh; on Mar 15, 2008 12:47:01 GMT -5
Westley had always been the sort that felt the need to either fend for himself or be the provider for someone else. He didn't like to be dependent on anyone, which was why he'd left home at such a young age. Of course then his twenty-first birthday had rolled around and Wes wasn't about to let the money in his trust fund go to waste, nor was he intending on letting his idiot brother have it. Definitely not the latter. He wasn't going to use all of it now, he lived off it, but he lived quite simply and with the exclusion of his nice clothes and his car he really owned nothing particularly extravagant. Instead he intended to keep some for his future, whatever that held. He might not seem like the kind of guy that wanted a family, but a part of him did, one of these days. He secretly wanted the cute little house with the white picket fence and the hot wife with a kid or two. Well maybe not quite that perfect, but of course that was what came to mind.
It wasn't that he didn't like crashing at Kris' it was just that he felt he ought to support himself. He'd probably still drive her to work if she wanted as he knew she liked that car, he could just tell. They might have both moved on, to real horses rather than horsepower, but as for Wes he still got kind of excited to see a real nice car. He couldn't help it, he still got that urge to hot wire it, but he was controlling that and so far had yet to try and steal anything. Instead he admired and moved on, and as for this little town his car was the one car people stopped and stared at anyway. He knew Kris still had an appreciation for a nice car, whether or not she was willing to voice this aloud. Once a car person, always a car person.
He'd still be over here a lot, or vice versa. He knew he would get lonely in that little apartment as he had never really been left alone in his entire life. Loneliness was one of the few things that drove him up the wall and he paced and got overall quite nervous acting. It was a two minute walk between here and the apartment he had started leasing, so he could pretty much just show up at her door whenever he so fancied. She'd actually probably get sick of him, but whatever. He doubted Kris liked finding his hair in the shower or walking into the bathroom to find the toilet seat up. Guys were just annoying to live with and he knew that, which was why he figured he ought to give her a bit of space, and yet not all at the same time.
The whole time he was thinking a storm began to brew outside and before long a good bolt of lightning struck nearby causing a power surge. Apparently it was too much and the fuse melted, stopping the unsafe amount of electricity in its tracks. Unfortunately this also meant their entire building lost power and the lights that were on disappeared. The TV went black, like the rest of the apartment. Wes groaned, he hated the dark. He wasn't scared, he just didn't like it. He was able to hear Kris as she got up and wandered into the kitchen for a flashlight, then her footfalls stopped and a thump shook the floor of the apartment. She'd fallen, yet again. She always fell, always. "Don't get up, I'll be right there," he stood and wandered over toward where her voice was coming from.
His foot bumped into her and he smiled a bit, not that she could see him anyway. "There you are," he said, "I'm gonna get the flashlight and my cell, ok? Stay there," he added authoritatively. Depending on how long it took the apartment owner to realize the power was out he might get a late start on moving. He felt like a blind man, feeling everything as he moved through the apartment, fumbling with the drawers and feeling around until he finally found the flashlight which turned on for a minute. "Hi," he said, turning the light of Kris and giving a small smile, wandering across the room back into the living area. The light flickered out, the battery dead and he rolled his eyes. He grabbed for his phone and flipped it open, using it for light as he moved back to where she was, lowering himself to sit down next to her with a tiny smile.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Mar 15, 2008 13:34:55 GMT -5
Rolling over she lied on her back and looked at the black roof in the darkness. Feeling a bump on her foot she heard Westley and then laughed, it had tickled. Hearing him say to just stay there she heard him leave the kitchen. The sounds he made while walking showed he was trying to find the flashlight. In a few second he found it and then the light shone on her. Within time it all went out and Kris remembered she had to change the batteries. Then another, yet small and dimer light flicked on. As he said previously that he was gonna get his cell phone as well. He apparently didn't lie. Sweatpants sat neatly on her legs and rested on her hips as she lied there. Arms crossed on her stomach, hands folded together. Tank top put neatly on her upper frame sat without a wrinkle in sight, well also because it was dark. Then things went darker as something of the past came into mind.
Eyes darted around making sure no cops were nearby. It had been a while since she left work at the burger stand. A horrible job, little pay. If memory held right it was ten dollars and hour but enough to get her new things. Suddenly her eyes caught site of someone she knew, Adam. Blond hair of his with those darker highlights, he was one of Westley and her friends. Another car thief though of course. Her fingers and hands shook as she watched Adam's movements and the car made the pop sound as it came un-locked. Hair fell in her face as he quickly pushed it out of her eyes. Hands opened the door as she sat in the seat. Fingers went straight to work on what Adam and others had taught her about cars. Plainly hot wiring really. Engine suddenly woke-up as the car came to life. The car purring so neatly as she closed the door and was about to pull out. Then her worst night mare happened.
Red and blue lights filled her vision as she turned to see them. Sirens filled the air as the two police men got out of their cruisers and walked up to her, guns in hand. Words fell out of her mouth as they dragged her out of the car and slammed her entire body against it. It's my friends car. He lost the keys. But they ignored her, no rights read to her. It seemed almost un-fair but Kris didn't know. Eyes darted to Adam as the worried expression flooded inside her. Lips wanted to scream to Adam to get Westley but it was to late. Hand on her head as she was dragged and shoved into the cruiser.
Then it was all over she immediately rose her eyes sprung open as she breathed deeply. Stomach rising quickly as she looked and saw Westley. Something inside her just wanted to kiss him and see what happened. However her other half wanted to just see what happened with time. New Orleans hadn't been like that though, she was just an object to him and a kid. A kid who thought something was real there. Tank top had started to wrinkle as her chest rose quick with the beats of her heart and breathing. It seemed as if she were having an attack but truth was she was startled. Startled that she remembered things like it was yesterday. Startled that the smell of the alcohol was still there by her side whenever she was in her own home. Once more her neck turned to make sure there was someone actually next to her and that all this wasn't a bad dream. Westley's smile made her know it wasn't a dream. That she wasn't still in New Orleans and just asleep, all this was real.
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Post by larkeh; on Mar 15, 2008 15:16:00 GMT -5
Wes sat on the floor, legs crossed Indian style as he watched her doze off. She didn't sleep enough if you asked him, though he'd never had trouble sleeping. He was easily able to sleep right through a hurricane, and indeed he had done so as a good many storms had hit Louisiana. Actually hurricanes were kind of fun since the power went out much like it was now, and all the trees outside danced. The rain fell in torrential sheets, and then half way through it all stopped as the eye passed over and then it was back again. It was a hippie's dream and while Wes might not be a hippie he certainly had appreciation for such a powerful act of nature.
He silently watched her dream, unsure as to what it was she dreamed of. It seemed a lot of bad dreams plagued the woman, so young and yet so much fear. He couldn't blame her, a lot of real crap had been tossed her way, and he'd probably had a part in that. If he'd only realized, but no he'd been too young and much too stupid. He sighed a bit, thinking back to the night she'd gotten arrested. He still didn't feel that was all his fault, she'd made the choice, but if he could do it again he wouldn't have let her. He would have done a lot of things differently, he wouldn't have used her like that, he wouldn't have taken her friendship for granted, he would have been a better man. He couldn't go back in time, but he could try to make things right this time. He'd learned from his mistakes and he wasn't going to screw it up again, which was why he was so hesitant.
He'd not been with her that night, he'd actually been off with another woman, who's name he shamefully didn't remember. Instead of going with her, ensuring she did it right and got out ok he'd sent Adam, told him to call him if anything went wrong. He'd never received the call, though even if he had he probably couldn't have done anything. Around ten o'clock that night the moral-lacking young Westley had gotten wasted and was having meaningless sex with the girl who'd invited him in. He woke up the next morning, left before the woman could wake up because he had been a real jerk back then. He drove home with one of the worse hang overs he'd ever had to this day, where Adam, one of the many people crammed into his apartment at the time, had explained what had happened. Wes had been furious that Adam hadn't been more responsible.
Two cups of black coffee and a cold shower later Wes was back out the door, driving to the precinct near where she'd been arrested. It had done little good as Westley had spent the whole morning trying to get some answers involving his friend, the whole time getting a ton of calls from the whiny woman he'd ditched. Not that he'd cared, he'd tried to explain that it had meant nothing to him, but she'd not listened and eventually he just started ignoring the calls, which had only left to a ridiculous number of voice mails. By the end of the day he'd finally gotten some answers, found out how young Kris was among other things she'd kept from him. Two more days were spent trying to save her to no avail and he finally gave up, returning to life as he knew it, and she slipped from his mind for a few years.
Kris' eyes reopened and she lay there breathing hard, seeming in a panic. He smiled a bit as he touched her hand, "It's ok, it was just a bad dream." She seemed so weak and a part of him wanted to just reach out and make it ok with a kiss, but he didn't instead simply pulling her into his strong arms. "You're just fine," he murmured as he kissed the side of her head through her hair, swaying in a comforting manner as she started to calm. He wasn't sure what had caused her to panic, but he was trying to make it better as he sat close to her, holding her until the fear her dream had caused subsided and she felt safe to pull away.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Mar 15, 2008 18:18:21 GMT -5
Ha! A bad dream, it seemed like it was real. The wind in her hair, the grab of the police, the cold and empty stare from Adam. All though she couldn't seem to come with up with a real explanation she felt Westley touch her hand. Breathing started to settle as her eyes remained opened, darkness had now long since swallowed them. Something kept her like a limp teddy bear in his arms. Another part made her entire body tense up at the touch and then another part. Well that last part of her was something that she'd had for a while. Touch of his lips on the side of her head made her think of New Orleans again. But, almost immediately it was shunned away to burn and not come back. Ever since New Orleans, Kris had just wanted to burn all those memories and think of the good things. Some of them being Cocoa Quette coming into her life, Martini come into her life, soon to be a new filly coming into her life. Lastly, Westley appearing out of no where into her life again.
"It felt real." Was all she said. Obviously referring to the dream. Urges came into her mind as they flooded through out her body. Breathing had settled back down as her chest rose calmer. Heart beating like a drum again instead of a million drums. Traces of Adam had been lost but rarely she had gotten a call from him once but after the hour phone conversation. Nothing more from Adam. Probably still in New Orleans with some girl he picked off the streets. Maybe a couple arrests wouldn't surprise her, cars had to be part of his life. As for Kris, once a car guy and a car came into her life it would always be part of her life. Burned in her mind and flesh forever and she knew Westley had to feel that way to. Urges now and again when a nice car just sat there, owner in a club to drunk to notice. Kris had those urges almost every week.
Eyes looked at Westley as she pulled away a little and then leaned forward. It seemed like a pulse almost as she moved ever so slowly to wards him. Lips planting themselves on Westley's as she took a second before withdrawing. From plain view to complete darkness in front of her. Eyes had begun to play tricks as she heard small sounds from neighbors. Occasionally a few shouts, a door opening, a door slamming. Other than that all was quiet as she waited for a reaction from her kiss to him. Something Kris had wanted to do for a long time. It could be possible though that it just ruined things.
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Post by larkeh; on Mar 15, 2008 20:25:18 GMT -5
Kris might be trying to forget, but Wes wasn't trying to pretend that a part of his life hadn't happened. There'd been a lot of good times even though he had a few regrets, but he'd gotten his wild out young. Kris had destroyed her pictures from back then, but not Westley, he still had every one of them. Among his favorites were ones from when they'd gone to Mardi Gras, Wes and the entire gang, including Kris. It had been one of the best days he'd ever had and he didn't want to forget it. He had pictures of a drunken Kris flashing the guys on the floats for beads, the whole lot of them in a bar getting completely plastered, him making out with her thanks to stupid Milo. There were even a few more intimate pictures they'd taken themselves because they'd been so drunk. He'd been surprised when they'd been developed, having forgotten, but he'd kept them to himself, not even showing his friends, only Kris and they'd had a good laugh.
That had been the life nearly every teenage boy wanted, and he'd had it. He paid in some ways, he still felt bad for all the people he had hurt, but he'd had some good times. He wasn't sure what he thought exactly, but there'd been some great times. Kris pulled away some and he couldn't see her and was therefore unaware what she was about to do until her lips met his. It was just a peck, nothing more, and he'd felt nothing, but pecks never had that effect on him anyway. He chuckled a bit as they sat there in the dark apartment, "You like me," he teased her, a twinkle in his eye and a grin on his face that she couldn't see. He leaned back in the darkness, his palms resting on the floor behind him.
The light came on as someone had replaced the fuse and light filled the room. "Ow, my eyes," he said with a laugh as he blinked, his pupils trying to adjust. After a moment he shook his head, "Alright, I'm good. And now I'm going to change," he said as he hopped up. Kissing her now would be completely unromantic and so they'd continue on with their day until he found a better moment. Keep her guessing as to what he felt. He wandered over to his box of clothes, pulling out a few pieces and disappearing into the bathroom. He emerged ten minutes later in a tightly fitting vintage black t-shirt with a punk rock band's name and logo on it. A pair of slightly destroyed and roughed up jeans covered his legs, held around his hips by a belt and a trendy cross necklace hung from a black string around his neck. He flopped down on the couch, waiting on Kris to emerge from her bedroom so they could go.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Mar 15, 2008 21:01:32 GMT -5
Eyes fluttered twice as she heard what he said. Wow, was it really that obvious. Guess it was but that small peck seemed to put it all together. If they got done moving Westley's stuff in Kris would get to the barn earlier and take Cocoa for a longer walk under the shed row. Get Martini in the ring loose and then put him on the hot walker. No matter what she always talked to Cocoa about problems and other things. "Is it that obvious?" It was sarcastic as she saw the bright light of the apartment. Someone fixed the fuse, thank god. Eyes shuttered as she covered them and then leaned back lying on the ground. From darkness to immediate light always hurt her eyes. Hearing him say he was going to get dressed she watched him walk away before getting up herself. Taking a deep breath she leaned up before getting on her feet. Eyes blinked again as she took another sigh and walked into the bedroom. Apparently it was her turn to be in the bedroom to get changed.
"I'll be out in ten!" Shouting to Westley she turned the radio on in her bedroom. Putting the blinds down on the windows she grabbed some clothes from her drawers. Hands found some socks, a pair of jeans and then she wandered to the closet. Grabbing a tee-shirt she knew it was going to be warm outside and inside. Sliding the sweat pants on and the tee-shirt off she grabbed a sports bra from the drawer. Putting it on she grabbed the navy tee-shirt that had some random words on it. Hands grabbed her jeans as she slid them on, the tear in the knees as the zipped them up. Placing her socks on she grabbed her jacket off the end of her bed. Holding it in her hands she walked out and saw her boots by the door. Tossing her jacket on the couch it landed with ease.
Laces were beginning to be done up as she turned to see Westley and a smile crawled on her face. Finishing the boots she got off her butt and stood and smiled. "Ready?" Brushing the jeans off she remembered they had been washed but who knew anymore. Smile on her face as she walked towards him to grab her jacket.
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Post by larkeh; on Mar 16, 2008 16:29:43 GMT -5
Wes sat silently on the sofa before he stood and picked up the blanket from the end of the couch, folding it back up. That would be one good thing about his own apartment, he could sleep in a real bed for the first time in several weeks. Beds were so much more comfy, particularly if one liked to sleep for twelve or more hours at a time, much like Westley. He usually woke up with this horrible pain in his neck as he was much too tall to sprawl out comfortably on that couch and he hadn't the trust in himself to share a bed with Kris and not touch her. Though it was evident that may be just what she wanted if she'd just had the audacity to kiss a guy that had broken her heart.
He turned as Kris reappeared and nodded, "Alright, let's go." He pulled a black hoodie over his head, the words 'out of my mind, back in five minutes' across the front. He looked down at his bare feet and laughed, "I boxed up all my shoes," he said sheepishly and leaned down, picking up a box of his things, "Would you mind grabbing a box," he asked, nodding toward the remaining box that held his clothes, well some of them. There were still more boxes in his car outside. He left the apartment with Kris behind him, sliding into his car and setting the box in the back. It was only a short walk between the two buildings, but lazy Mr. Covington was not about to keep carrying all those boxes, particularly with no shoes.
It took a total of thirty seconds to back out, drive the short distance and park again. The key was pulled from the ignition and Wes grabbed the box from the back seat, climbing out and walking into the corridor, stopping at the green door with his apartment number on it. He fiddled with his key ring until he'd found the right one and inserted it, the door giving way as he turned the key. "Home sweet home," he said with a laugh, holding the door for Kris before kicking the door shut with his foot and wandering into the living room. The apartment was furnished as Wes didn't want to spend an eternity buying all new stuff and all the things from his apartment in New Orleans smelled like pot and hard liquor. He set the box on the coffee table and sat down with a yawn, "It's too early to move," he said in a sleepy voice, propping his feet up and crossing his arms across his chest, his head leaning back to rest on the couch.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Mar 17, 2008 14:20:14 GMT -5
In the few seconds it took to grab the box, walk down the hall way to the door and into the car seemed like eternity. Carrying the box was like lifting a hay ball above her head but she held it in front of her. At least half a minute when by as they drove across. What was the problem with him staying at her place? He wasn't taking advantage of free food and shelter. Maybe he wanted his own place for his own "guy" reasons, or maybe just personal reasons. Who knew, well Westley did of course. Her boots hit the ground as she grabbed the box one more time and then walked behind him. As if she was glued to him, well they were in his new apartment. It didn't have that new smell to it though and as that popped into her mind she thought of something.
"Well I'll let you know that a few days after the surgery I'm moving into my own house." Plopping the box down she stuck her hands in her pockets and started Westley's direction. Soon her feet landed her next to the couch Westley sat in as she jumped on it. Landing next to him she laughed and spoke, "Well its comfortable. And are you sleepy?" Smiling crossing her face as she let her head rest back on the couch. It really was actually, almost like a bed sort of. Wow that thought hadn't come into mind, the feeling of a bed being comfortable. Ever since she started leasing her apartment she had changed the matress over ten times, each time only having them about a week or a day sometimes.
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