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[carter jenica foster]

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[atrb=background, i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/CarterTableMid_zps2b5c0d96.png] Her mind was filled with an angered scolding for herself. Damn it, why did she come this way, when she knew it would rain? She contemplated turning around and going back to the city, but that hardly interested her either. Anyways, supposedly it was only another ten minutes or so walk until she reached North Addison, though why she was going there, she had no idea. Here she was, trudging along beside a back road, wishing she’d just stayed put in South Addison. Today she’d managed to acquire a new hole in her jacket, so the cold rain seeped through her sleeve, biting viciously at her skin. She couldn’t help but shiver. A violent cough shook her, and she had to stop for a moment, regaining herself, trying to wipe some water off her face, her attempts in vain. Well, the raindrops hid the fact that she couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down her cheeks. Not that there was anyone around to see. Actually, it had been a few days since any real social interaction, and that was in the lounge at the stables, with a man named David. Of course, when their conversation had hit a dead end, she wasn’t one to stick around. She’d stood up and left without saying a word, not exactly a polite exit. It hardly occurred to her anymore that it was rude, though. With her luck, of course the steady rain had to transform itself into a downpour. Her jacket was doing no good; she was drenched to the bone, shivering harshly. She could hardly feel her fingers and the chilled winter air only made everything worse. Eventually, she realized that she could barely see where she was going, her vision blurred, either by rain or tears. She froze, glancing at the empty road beside her, stopping dead and simply standing there. If a car came around the bend too quickly, it’d hit her, but she doubted that would happen, and she knew better than to wander off from the road when her vision was failing her. So she trembled, freezing cold, ducking her head and gritting her teeth. The rain will let up soon., she told herself. ©credits : table by ironman(awengera) lyrics : nobody’s home – avril lavigne

[David Ian Adams]

David Adams
Truck


The Duramax was letting out thick black clouds of smoked from the stacks as David crept along the road. It was pouring in a whole new sense of the word and he could barely see. The truck hummed rather loudly as it moved along. Many people complained about it, but David always laughed and said it was Prius repellent. He hated them with a passion.

He turned the windshield wipers up faster, but he was still barely able to see the road so he went even slower. He swore his eyes were playing tricks on him as he thought he saw someone along the side of the road. It was odd to see someone out on a road, especially as remote as this, in the middle of a full out down pour. He slowly crept closer to the person with the truck until he was right behind them. He put the truck in park and reached into the back seat to get an umbrella before jumping out and opening it up. He shut the door and walked over to the person before getting close enough to realize it was the girl he met the other day in the lounge. "Carter... Would you please get in the truck?" He was deeply concerned; his voice and facial expression really showed it. He wasn't going to take no for an answer, even if he had to pick her up and physically place her in the seat. He would never leave her out here, especially with her being soaked and the weather being so cold, besides she looked like she was freezing and crying. A girl crying was a true weakness to him. If his sister ever wanted something and he said no, she'd cry and he'd give in within seconds... What a sucker.

He took off his carhart and promptly placed it over her shoulders, hoping the jacket was hot from his body heat. He looked back to the truck as the rain came down even harder. They were standing just a couple feet away from it, but he could barely see it's black coloring and there was no way he could hear it. He had no clue it could rain this hard! It was never like this at home, but then again, they were a lot farther south so he guessed it made since.

[carter jenica foster]

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[atrb=background, i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/CarterTableMid_zps2b5c0d96.png] It was raining too hard, pounding like drums in her ears, for her to hear the truck coming until she spotted the headlights. Her head snapped up, her entire body tense from the chill. It took her a moment to place the fact that a truck had stopped just short of her in the rain. She was cautious as a man stepped out, and she would’ve run if she wasn’t so cold. Her first thought was rapist. Or someone who thought she was a hooker. Not that any prostitute in their right mind would be working a street like this – practically deserted. If she wasn’t so damn proud, maybe she might have resorted to selling herself for money. Of course, that had always been out of the question. To her surprise, it was none of the above. The man had an umbrella, and his voice was familiar, it took her a moment to place it though. ”David?!” Her teeth chattered while she spoke, and her voice shook with the sobs that she tried unsuccessfully to hold back. She could hardly argue when he placed his jacket around her, despite wanting to. Her first thought was to deny his offer, to say how she didn’t need help. Even her ego wasn’t big enough to blind her to how much she did happen to need help right now, though. ”Alright… Just this once.” She grumbled, resignedly. The jacket was pretty warm, and despite still being soaked, it made her feel a bit better to have a nice, warm layer on. She walked towards his truck, her pride taking a giant hit to accept help from this man, whom she barely knew. ”Uhm. Thank you… I guess.” She tried to make her voice sound nice, but her body shuddered with another round of sobs and she stepped into the truck, which she was unable to hold back. ©credits : table by ironman(awengera) lyrics : nobody’s home – avril lavigne

[David Ian Adams]

David Adams
Truck


He noticed the scared look on her face when he had approached and felt kinda bad. Not only was she soaked and cold, but now she was probably having a heart attack! "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He listened as she agreed to get in the truck and even though he noticed the resistance behind the words. "Well if I see you out here again, I can guarantee you it will happen again." A soft smile was on his face. "Even if I have to chase you down..." He said jokingly, but in a way he really was not joking at all. He noticed that she was sobbing, and his heart immediately sunk. A crying girl around him was terrible. The girl could convince him to do virtually anything at this point.

He looked at her as she spoke once more and he could tell she was uncomfortable with the situation, not that he wouldn't be either. He opened the door to the truck for her and helped her in before hearing her sob again and he looked to the ground before looking back up at her. "Every thing's going to be ok." He closed the door slowly before quickly jogging over to the driver's side door and he climbed in. He reached into the back seat and pulled out some dry towels after he closed the umbrella. He put the towels on the dash so they could get heated up a bit if she decided she wanted them. "I don't have any clothes but at least you can dry off. What are you doing out here?" His eyes searched her face for a moment before he turned up the heat, he too was a little chilly now. He couldn't even imagine how cold she was. He leaned back in his seat for a minute, listening to the truck grumble as it idled. He wasn't sure where to go or how she'd feel about him taking her to his house, but that was the only place he had dry clothes and could help her more if she needed.

[carter jenica foster]

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[atrb=background, i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/CarterTableMid_zps2b5c0d96.png] Carter was about to snap at him for telling her he’d help her if this happened again – it had happened before and she feared this wouldn’t be the last time – but was far too cold and angered at the entire world for that. As soon as she was in the car, she was glad it was warm and she was out of the rain. Still, she shivered uncontrollably, but at least it wasn’t getting worse now. His words made her cringe though. ”Yeah, trust me, I’ve heard that.” He told her everything would be okay. Strangers have told her that before. She’d never believed a single one, and it’d just proven to be with good reason. No one deserved to be trusted if they said something like that, because here she was, unable to stop herself from crying, from shivering, her teeth from chattering. She was a little bit too opposed to pity admit to herself that she was miserable. What was she doing out here? Well, let’s see. Trying to get to shelter. Trying not to get killed, or to get sick. Trying – unsuccessfully – to recreate any kind of respectable life for her. That was going nowhere. She couldn’t tell him this though. It wasn’t something she was sure she could discuss, she didn’t want pity, didn’t want sympathy. If it wasn’t so impossible, with how she looked, she’d want to just pretend that she was okay. But she was not, and she pulled the jacket tighter around herself, wishing that she’d warm up quicker, and her jaw hurting from being clenched so tightly. ”I’m out here searching for gold.” She deadpanned sarcastically. Not meant to be funny, simply a bitter attempt to deflect. Often she wished she could be more gracious of a person. It occurred to her that he’d probably bring her somewhere to sleep, to eat, maybe to shower, like the other two people she’d ever let help her had. Usually, they’d bring her to their houses. She couldn’t, though, it suddenly occurred to her. As nice as somewhere to sleep, even a couch, taking a nice hot shower, eating a decent meal, sounded good, she couldn’t. Not with her nightmares. Besides Jared’s parents, no living soul knew about those night terrors and terrors indeed they were. Carter couldn’t recall the last time she’d slept well. A meal was the most tempting though. She was skin and bones, very light, her stomach always growling. If she were to remove her ever-present jacket, with all its holes and dirt, and she happened to be wearing a tight fitting shirt, her ribs would be very prominently visible. She shot into a straightened posture, shaking her head decidedly, reaching for the handle for the car door. ”I can’t go anywhere with you.” No, if she found herself in a comfortable place, she’d almost certainly fall asleep. This would mean the nightmares. ©credits : table by ironman(awengera) lyrics : nobody’s home – avril lavigne

[David Ian Adams]

David Adams
Truck

"You may have heard that before.. But it's because I wasn't the one who said it..." He kinda bit his lip, trying to refrain from saying anything else knowing that she really wasn't having a good day, at all. He adjusted slightly in his seat after her searching for gold comment. He knew the intent and he just shook his head, brushing it off. He continued to sit back in the seat and watch the rain hit the windshield, blurring the road. He tried not to say what was really on his mind, but he suddenly found it very hard not to. He usually wasn't the kind of person who would in a way, push another person to do something, but this felt different. He felt like she needed that push for some odd reason, whether he was right or not, well, he was sure she'd let him know.

He watched as she reached for the door and he reached out and took her very cold hand in his. He noticed how small it was but he quickly focused, "No, you can go with me, you just won't let yourself... I don't know if it's because you're afraid of something, but it seems awfully silly to let something hold you back. But I can't make you do anything, so it's you're choice." He let go of her hand regrettably before looking out to the road again. The rain was pounding off the truck, making it pretty loud even to be in the cab. He sat silently, ready to leave if she got out, ready to do what she asked if she didn't. He hoped she'd make the right choice but he really couldn't do much to help her, it was in her own hands, he was just standing by to assist in any way he could.

His mind suddenly started to race. What if she got out? Did he really have the balls to drive away? Could he even live with himself if he left someone that needed help? What if she got sick, or hurt? Who out here would help her? What if someone with different intentions stopped and he had left her. He honestly wouldn't be able to live with himself if he left and something happened. He didn't.. no, he couldn't, be that guy. He wouldn't be the person who left somebody when they needed help, whether or not that person could admit they needed it, or whether or not they had asked for it. His mind suddenly froze, his heart almost stopped as he envisioned tomorrow's news. No. That wouldn't happen. He'd stay here with her if he had too, even if that meant they both would be standing or walking in the rain. He refused to leave her alone.

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Notes: So stubborn! LOL

[carter jenica foster]

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[atrb=background, i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/CarterTableMid_zps2b5c0d96.png] She rolled her eyes, lifting her backpack back over her shoulder as she was about to open the car door, to step out. No, she couldn’t go with him, he simply didn’t understand. He’d be fine with it until she woke up screaming, crying, terrified. Not knowing where she was. He wouldn’t sleep either, she was really loud. He’d kick her out, get annoyed with her, and she’d be right back where she started, but worse, she’d have gotten a reminder of comfort. Before she could open the door, he grabbed her hand. She went completely still, tensing up. It occurred to her that she couldn’t remember the last time she’d had physical contact. It really had been a while; she’d been a loner for a long time now. As he let go, her free hand carefully fell away from the door’s handle, and she looked at the hand that he had grabbed as if it were an alien. Slowly, cautiously, she settled back into the passenger seat, glancing at him for a moment before pulling the seatbelt over herself and fastening it, astounded at her own actions as she did. What it was about him grabbing her hand, she didn’t know. It just kind of felt good to have someone be close to her again, most people gave her a wide birth of space; she did look like a homeless crazy girl, after all. ”I’ll go with you.” She didn’t sound sure of her words, even as she said them. She felt so vulnerable as she spoke. She’d worry about the nightmares later. She’d allow him to think he’d helped her as much as she needed, she’d leave before she fell asleep. Maybe he wouldn’t even take her to his house. Maybe she wouldn’t have to pretend at all, and he’d make her go before she could sleep. she’s so dramatic! sorry, still trying to get used to a character with a sad story.

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[David Ian Adams]

David Adams
Truck

He honestly thought she was going to get out of the truck until he grabbed her hand. He was shocked at the reaction she had to it but it seemed to get through a little. Even more than a little maybe. He watched as she let go of the door and buckled herself in. He was silent, even after she spoke. He wasn't quite sure what to say so he decided to say nothing in fear that he'd say something wrong. He knew she was unsure of her decision so he didn't want to force her out. He looked over at her quietly before buckling his seat belt and put the truck in gear.

He pulled off the side of the road and the truck grumbled forward as he headed towards his house. It seemed like it took forever to get to the end of this road as he really felt like they were barely moving but how fast could he go if he could barely see the road? The heat was still on and the radio was on a country station but was barely audible. The silence was kind of awkward and he felt like he needed to break it. "Did you finish your book yet?" He glanced at her quickly before looking back to the road as they turned for the estate. He had bought half of an estate with a jockey whom he had become very good friends with. A lot of people thought they were together because they did that, but they really were only good friends who made a rather smart decision. Because they both traveled frequently they thought it was a very good idea since somebody would be home if the other was not, and so far it has worked out very well! They split the bills, split the cleaning, and split all the chores. They'd even help each other when it came to family matters, especially because Maddie had lost her parents not long ago, so she often hung out with his. Much to his surprise and dismay, Maddie and his sister, Kellsey, had become great friends. He wasn't sure what Maddie was teaching her, but he knew it wouldn't be anything that he didn't approve of, at least not that much. They both gave each other personal space and respect, and this really was the perfect living situation, except for that fact that Maddie could be a bit wild, but that's kind of why they got along.

They pulled into the driveway and he hit the button to open the garage door ad the truck barely fit as he parked it inside. Maddie's Maserati was always something David liked to look at. He shut off the truck and closed the garage door before getting out and opening her door for her. He knew Maddie wasn't going to be home at all today and was kind of glad, he didn't want to make it any more weird for Carter than it already was. "Any requests for dinner?" He opened the door to the house through the garage and waited for her to go inside.

[carter jenica foster]

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[atrb=background, i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/CarterTableMid_zps2b5c0d96.png] Carter focused her eyes on nothing particular, on the dashboard in front of her. She was still cold, and still wet, but the heat was finally working and she was slowly warming up. His question startled her, and she sighed. Of course she finished it; all she had to do most the time was read. ”Yeah.” She said simply, but realized that he was just trying to break the silence; she might as well try to help a little bit. ”I did, for the ninth time.” She forced a little laugh, but it was uneasy. Her thoughts were too nervously occupied by the prospect of accepting help. It was a bit of a hit to her pride. Carter never liked to admit that she needed anyone else. She liked to imagine she was a capable, independent person. Of course, that was entirely untrue. She’d never really been able to fend for herself, she just pretended she could. If she really had been able to be on her own and not need anyone like she acted like she could, she might not be in this mess right now. She was too impulsive for her own good though, she needed someone who considered their actions to stop her when she was about to make a bad move. Dinner? Okay, she’d stay for dinner. Carter was about to tell him that she didn’t care, she just wanted to rid herself of the pinching hunger in her stomach. Then she thought for a moment. ”Anything really, but do you have spaghetti?” Spaghetti happened to be one of her favorite foods, and while at this point she just wanted food, she still figured it was worth the suggestion. ”I’ll eat, and then I’ll leave.” She declared out loud as she stepped from the car, pulling her backpack over her shoulder. She didn’t really feel all that comfortable being without it. ©credits : table by ironman(awengera) lyrics : nobody’s home – avril lavigne

[David Ian Adams]

David Adams
Truck

He was slightly shocked that she had read that book... nine times. Wow. "Wow, well my sister has a ton of books that she keeps for when she's here, I'm sure she won't mind if you read a couple. I also believe that if she's got a book and it has a movie, she's got it." He shook his head remembering the room at home that was just filled with books. Every title you could think of, both new and old. His sister loved to read and always had a book where ever she went. It was like the books were a part of her. What they saw, she saw and could tell you about it in great detail.

"Spaghetti sounds great but you won't just leave after... I can't let you go back into the rain and cold tonight, you're going to get sick." He said before shutting the door. He took off his boots before taking off his soaking wet shirt and tank top, momentarily showing his rather nice upper body. "I will put a dry change of clothes in the bathroom down the hall and to the right. Feel free to take a shower if you like, the hot water should help warm you up. He said before disappearing down the hallway. He came out of his room in a tank top and some sweat pants with a change of clothes and went into the bathroom before quickly coming out and going into the kitchen. "Also make yourself at home, there's no need to be a stranger here." He started boiling some water for the spaghetti .

He sat at the island in the kitchen with one hand wrapped around his torso. His other hand was on his face, his elbow on the island and holding his head up. His ribs were killing him and he knew he had broken a couple today when one of the bulls pinned him against the fence. Later on, he'd wrap them and hope that they really weren't broken, just really really bruised. Maybe next week he'd go to the doctors. It's always a joy to work around those animals.

[carter jenica foster]

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[atrb=background, i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/CarterTableMid_zps2b5c0d96.png] See the movie? That was tempting… She was kind of hoping to see the movies to the books she’s reading, well, the ones that have movies based on them. It was certainly nice to think that maybe she could read something else. However, that would involve staying here, which she most certainly could not do. Her eyes locked with his, he was telling her that he wouldn’t allow her to leave tonight. Her first instinct was to be angry, to deflect from the real reason that this scared her and make up some excuse. ”I can’t stay overnight, David.” She insisted, trying to dance around having to give an actual reason why. Night terrors sounded like a stupid reason and she knew it. Keeping everyone else up because she couldn’t have a single night’s sleep didn’t sound very good though. ”I can’t stay.” Carter repeated, this time slightly quieter and more or less to herself. She turned around; glancing down the hall he was referring to. When she turned back around, he had pulled off his shirt, and now walked past her down the hall. She blinked, raising an eyebrow. Well, he certainly wasn’t hard on the eyes. Quickly, she shook the thought out of her head. The last thing she needed was to give herself excuses to stay here. Making her way down the hall, David reappeared and insisted she make herself at home. She nodded stiffly, not feeling like arguing right now. No, she wanted a shower. She hadn’t taken one in days, and even then she had just found a rundown gym a few towns over in which she didn’t have to pay to use the bathroom, where there was a communal shower. She shut the door behind her, undressing herself and unzipping the backpack that she still had with her, placing it in a corner and pulling out a plastic bag that she put her wet clothes in. She noted that the bag was soaked and dirty… She’d wipe up the bathroom floor after, when she herself no longer was. She figured out how to work the water, testing the water, before stepping in entirely. She almost gasped at how good it felt to have hot water falling over her again, washing away the dirt as it did. She ran her fingers through her tangled, mud caked hair. There was shampoo and conditioner, but she figured that she hadn’t had permission to use it, so she didn’t. She just let the water wash out her hair, and found a bit of soap. Once she finished and shut the water off, she grabbed a towel off a rack and dried off, finding the clothes he was referring to, holding them up. They would fit her, probably a bit big, she was a petite girl to begin with, and she was thin as hell, too. Her fingers momentarily ran along her torso, frowning. She hadn’t really looked at herself much; she hardly even had a chance to change her clothes sometimes. She was so thin, her ribs protruded and as she looked in the mirror, she noted that her cheeks had hollowed out. The clothes, as she had suspected, fit well enough, while slightly oversized for her small frame, and she ran her wet hair back with her hand so it was out of her face. She lifted her backpack off the floor, wiping up the floor beneath it with the towel before setting her bag back down on top of it, and then walking out to the kitchen where David was, moving quietly. She tilted her head as she walked in; he seemed not to notice her. Noticing his position and clear pain, she grew concerned, walking up to where he sat on the island, peering up at him. ”Do you need something? I can get you something…” She turned her head, looking around for where he might keep bandages to wrap his ribs with. ©credits : table by ironman(awengera) lyrics : nobody’s home – avril lavigne

[David Ian Adams]

David Adams
Truck

"Carter... What are you afraid of?" His eyes locked with hers for a moment as he tried to understand why she couldn't stay. He really didn't think it was him, but maybe it was... Maybe it wasn't even him at all, but he wanted to find out. What ever it was he wanted to try to help. He smiled as she went to shower and change; he hoped it would make her feel a little better right now.

As he was sitting at the island, Carter must have come in, rather quietly and when she spoke he nearly jumped out of his skin. He looked at her with a soft smile before shaking his head. "No, no, it's all good, I'm fine." He stood up quietly, attempting to force the pain away and he was fairly successful: he had gotten very good at not showing anything like that. He looked back over at her quietly. "Thanks though." After the spaghetti was almost done he put a pot on the stove and opened a jar of Maddie's homemade sauce. He put it into the pot before covering it and putting the strainer in the sink. "So you feeling a little better now?" He asked as he took out two plates, two forks, and two spoons. He placed them on the island before reaching for his phone but froze half-reach as he figured out that was a big no, no. Ouch. He quickly put the feeling aside and picked up his phone, trying to hide any evidence of what just happened. He knew the doctors wouldn't be able to do anything so he'd just have to ride it out.

He immediately turned off the burners for both the water and the sauce. He put the sauce on the island and dumped the spaghetti into the strainer before putting it into a bowl and putting that too on the island. "What would you like to drink?" His eyes once more turned to hers. "My sister said she has the Wallflower movie here, that is if you'd like to watch it?" He shrugged before getting two glasses and returning to island. "I hope you realize that I'm not going to let you leave. I will hold you're hand all night if I have to." He tilted his head a bit and had a smirk on his face.

[carter jenica foster]

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[atrb=background, i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/CarterTableMid_zps2b5c0d96.png] Carter quickly hid her concern. Not often did she let the sympathetic side of herself show. She flipped a strand of hair out of her face and backed up as he stood up off the island, giving him room to move. ”If you need anything, let me know.” She added quietly, though she didn’t even know where anything in this house was. She nodded, actually feeling quite amazing to be clean, and even better than that: In fresh, clean, clothing that wasn’t torn or shredded. She was fully aware of how depressing it was that this was the first time that both of these things had happened at the same time in quite a while. ”I feel incredible, thanks.” her stomach growled loudly and her core tensed up as she tried to stop it, smiling feebly. ”Mmm, well that smells good.” She said, gesturing towards the spaghetti he prepared. While she wasn’t completely starved, she hadn’t had a decent meal in as long as she hadn’t had clean clothes. Carter paused and watched him as he froze, knowing that familiar expression of trying to hide the pain. She’d used it many times. ”You know, they make casts for ribs, they’re not that bad. You might want to go to a doctor’s sometime soon.” She mentioned. Not that she knew much about health nor cared… She regularly did things that had her very subjected to getting sick, such as walking in the freezing rain. ”Oh, I can get myself water.” he seemed to brush off his pain as nothing. She grabbed her glass, nodding in gratitude, and filling it with water before taking a quick drink of it. She nodded eagerly at the offer of watching Perks of Being a Wallflower, before stopping abruptly. Wait, no. That would mean staying. She repeated in her mind that she could not stay. His comment had her bristling for a moment though, before resolving back into guarded fear. ”No! I can’t, I have to leave.” She shook her head fiercely, not allowing her position to be swayed. ”Thanks, but I will eat and then leave.” She said, though she doubted it as she said it, as she looked out the window and noted that it still poured. She bit her lip nervously, trying not to cry, feeling torn between the obvious decisions, because the right one was the one she couldn’t make. ”I can’t stay with anyone.” She whispered defeated, before snapping her head back up and changing the subject, not wanting him to pry out of her, the fact about her nightmares. ”That looks delicious, may I?” as she reached for a bowl. ©credits : table by ironman(awengera) lyrics : nobody’s home – avril lavigne

[David Ian Adams]

David Adams
Truck

David listened to her as she spoke before smiling softly. "I'm glad you feel better and it should be good!" He watched her face curiously as she seemed to notice his pause and he quickly tried to brush it off. He nodded as she talked about a cast, knowing exactly what she was talking about. He had one before and it sucked, but that was when one of the bulls really crushed him, ground him into the ground, breaking multiple ribs and making one pierce his left lung; that was a very shitty day and he still has nightmares about it, but he wasn't at all bothered about people knowing.

He too got a glass of water and ended up drinking half of it before he got to the island. Boy was he thirsty! He was still unconvinced when she spoke again. He shook his head as she bit her lip and his heart raced as he stepped towards her. "No you don't..." He looked down at her as he stood very close, his shy side seemed to be coming out a tad now. He reached down and kissed her before pulling back, unsure of how she'd react. His heart was going a mile a minute now and he spoke again. "Please, stay." These two little words were said quietly as if nobody else was to hear and he looked down at her, his eyes almost pleading.

He listened as she changed the subject and he went along with it. "Yeah, of course!"

[carter jenica foster]

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[atrb=background, i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/CarterTableMid_zps2b5c0d96.png] Carter's heart caught in her throat as she realized he was growing closer to him. She was about to step back, but stopped herself. What was he doing? She felt glued to the spot as he neared her. ”Yes, I do-” She was cut off as his lips met hers, her eyes widening as she stiffened up, taking a moment before she jerked away, stepping backwards quickly. Thoughts raced through her head, as she tried to make sense of what just happened. The last time she'd ever kissed anyone or been kissed was when she was fifteen, before her parents died. She'd never had a romantic relationship with Jared. She locked her eyes with his, about to yell at him. Her voice faltered though,and she mentally kicked herself for being so conflicted. ”Damn you.” She whispered and moved back towards him, lifting her head and standing on her toes to reach him, kissing him, though scolding herself at the same time. No,she certainly shouldn't be doing this. Now, more than ever, she wanted to stay. ”I can't stay.” She said, lowering her head and resting her forehead against his chest. She sighed, pulling away and not making eye contact with him. ”I can't stay anywhere. I have nightmares, every night, really bad ones. There hasn't been a night since I was four when I haven't woken up screaming.” She said, turning away and leaning against the island, unable to support herself to stand, feeling rather weakened and vulnerable for having admitted her secret. ©credits : table by ironman(awengera) lyrics : nobody’s home – avril lavigne