Just a 1,2,3 punch(Darq)

[Mila Ivy Jackson]

She had only been here a short couple weeks, not very long but enough to get settled in and allow Spar to get settled in. Today was the first day she was going to ride him sense moving her and she knew the horses wasn’t going to miss a beat because every day it was the same routine, the horse was feisty, hot tempered and only allowed certain people to ride him. She walked down the barn, whistling as her pup Red followed behind her, she was greeted with a shrilling whinny which was music to her ears, she saw his golden head over the stall long before she got to him, Hey boy. She spoke that hard to miss southern drawl slipping from between her lips as she grinned and gave his shoulder a push to get him to back away, she slipped in and placed the halter on, leading him out and down to one of the wash racks. Mila disappeared into the tack room casting a glance over her shoulder to see Spar tossing his head, snorting and shifting about in the wash rack. She shook her head and reached down to snap the little snaps closed on her tall black boots before grabbing her groom box and tack. She returned to Spar, Oh Spar calm down already. She spoke and started groom the golden horse down. When she was done, she saddled him up, in his famous aqua colored stuff, the saddle was however a normal dark brown color, She slipped the bridle on and grabbed her helmet before placing Red in Spars stall so he would be safe while she was riding. As they entered the arena she placed her helmet on and draped the reins over his neck and went about setting up jumps ranging in size from four ft all the way to five. She returned to Spar and dropped her stirrups and mounted, the horse whinnied and she tapped his sides making him walk. She made it mostly through her warm up, when she asked for the canter the horse tossed his head and bucked before making an even bigger scene by rearing, good thing he never actually did the rearing part in a show. She sighed and after a tight circle allowed the horse to canter a bigger circle before pointing him to the first jump, he popped over and she took him back to the rail cantering around again before allowing him to jump the second one, she took him back to the rail once more. There was a reason behind this, she was trying to get him to relax more, its like Spar knew training from showing, in a show he was calm but yet still hot but he would relax enough but in training he was like a nut case and allowing him to jump all five jumps like he was doing a course would only result in her most likely going to the er for another broken collar bone and she defiantly did not want to go through that again. But then again with the horse seeming to be wanting to behave, she took him over the last one before heading for the first and then so on and by the time they reached the third the horse decided that he was going to be a brat and tossed her right into a jump and she hit pretty hard and heard that all too familiar crack, she sat up despite the blinding pain, God damn it Spar! Why do you have to be such an ass sometimes? It wasn’t like she had met anyone, ok maybe one person but what are the odds that Jay would come to the barn now? She knew she couldn’t drive herself that would be on scary drive if she did. She rested her arm in her lap, trying to give that collar bone a little support, god did it ever hurt, she groaned and watched Spar run around the arena. She finally stood and dusted her butt off with the side that didn’t hurt and whistled, getting Spar to stop and walk towards her. She glared at him and growled, We have been here only a couple weeks and you managed to send me to the er aren’t grandma and grandpa going to be happy to hear about this, mister Spar. Yes Spar was like a child and her parents referred to him as a grandchild. Grabbing the reins with her good hand she led him into the wash rack and clipped him in, trying to ignore that pain in her shoulder area and use the arm but it was getting to be too much as she looked around for someone who could drive her.

[Jameson Lee Wendell]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://th03.deviantart.net/fs46/PRE/f/2009/253/e/7/Red_Background__Black__White_by_XFecal_FaceX.jpg][atrb=cellpadding,5,true] we all make choices but in the end our choices make us Jameson Wendell What choices will you make? Jameson had just finished his rounds adding some clips to the racehorses down at the race barn. Jay had not been here that long and only knew a handful of people. He was the social sweet type so he was surprised he did not have more friends but now, but f course with his new job here, there wasn't much time for socializing. Lucky for him today he had some time off. He hopped into his large truck and headed to the main barn where he would see Ghost. Ghost was not a very nice social horse to anyone but Jay. Ghost seemed to be ill tempered to anything or anyone but Jay. Tank sat in the seat next to him. The large harlequin great dane looked at him with those eyes that made him melt every time. Harlequin great danes were considered one of the largest breeds, and tank sure proved that, just sitting in Jay's truck, the dog took up most of the seat and his paws were the size of Jays own hands, maybe slightly bigger. Tank was bigger than a lot of the miniature horses that Jay had shod. Jay drove his truck around to the front of the main barn and hopped out closely followed by Tank. He entered the barn to see Ghost with his face in the corner of his stall pawing. Man that horse had a bad attitude. Jay let out a soft cough resulting in Ghost's head popping up quickly and him running to the stall door. Jay shook his head and laughed. Jay was a big boy but this horse had the muscle to carry him, and was also the only horse of his not afraid of a bow, therefore Ghost was his archery horse. Jay threw the black and lime green halter on Ghost and led him outside where he saw a familiar face. It was Mila, of course how could he forget a face like that though? She was one of the most beautiful girls he had seen here, and she was just as new as he was. But she was acting funny. Jay led Ghost to the was rack next to the one Mila had Spar in. "Hey there Mila, you ok? he said, his Italian accent shining through every word. He made sure to clip Ghost in pretty god before walking over to the other girl. He grabbed her arm gently and looked her over. Mila your hurt. What happened? Words: 411 Tags: Mila Jackson Notes: :3

[Mila Ivy Jackson]

[cs=2] [/style][style=font-family: Megrim; text-align: center; line-height: 80%; font-size: 50px; color: #FFFFFF; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px rgb(43, 49, 57); letter-spacing: -5px; padding-left:10px;] Mila Jackson [atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5,true][bg=1B2543] When she didn’t see anyone she finally just admitted the fact she was going to have to grin and bear this whole untacking and hosing thing down before driving herself to the hospital. She gritted her teeth together and managed to get the girth undone before nearly jumping when she heard a voice and nearly screaming even with his gentle touch to look at her arm, she didn’t look at him just took her arm back as gently as she could, Spar tossed me at jump three on our practice course and I landed on my shoulder and im pretty sure I broke my collar bone it feels like the last time but I cant just leave Spar tacked and sweaty to take myself nor do I think im capable of driving and not to mention I cant leave the jumps set up in the arena. She carefully leaned against Spars shoulder and closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, before turning back to Spar and going to the other side and undoing that side and going into the tack room, hanging the girth up in her spot and then went back out, she slipped the light saddle off with her good arm and brought that to the tack room along with the bridle, ultimately deciding that was all she was going to be able to do. She came back out again, who am I kidding I need help im in too much pain to do anything other than what I have managed to do so far. She just wanted to sit down and command Spar to hose himself down but she couldn’t do that. Mila groaned again and slid down the wall, im waving the white flag im done I need to go but im just going to sit here and rest a little. She took a deep breath and rested her head against the wall looking at him, knowing he was going to make her go no matter what.

[atrb=width,200,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=1B2543][atrb=cellpadding,5,true] This girl is one of a kind... Ain't afraid to have a hell of a time

[atrb=width,200,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=1B2543][atrb=cellpadding,5,true] Words: 331 Tags: Darq Notes: Told you it would get short lol

[Darq Brotherhood]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://th03.deviantart.net/fs46/PRE/f/2009/253/e/7/Red_Background__Black__White_by_XFecal_FaceX.jpg][atrb=cellpadding,5,true] we all make choices but in the end our choices make us Jameson Wendell What choices will you make? He listened to her story and nodded. "I see, do you have any idea why he flips out in training?" he asked trying to figure out the motive of the horse, or if he was a plain pain in the ass like most of his own horses. He chuckled slightly as he watched Mila try her hardest to put away the tack, clearly struggling. He shook his head, man was she stubborn. "Mila stop, sit down, I will finish un tacking him and I will come back and hose him off for you. As for you missy, get your butt in that truck. he said with a slight chuckle and a wink. He finished taking off Spar's tack before he unclipped him and Ghost. He led both of the horses into the barn and into their stalls. He slapped his leg for Red to follow him so Spar wouldn't squish the poor dog When he walked out Mila was still sitting, he smirked slightly shaking his head again. "So stubborn" he smiled at her before bending down and helping her up, leading her to his truck. He helped her inside and closed the door before he walked to the back of his truck and opened the tail gate, Tank and Red buth jumping in. Jay walked over to the drivers side and opened his door climbing into the large truck. He reached down and started it shaking his head again slightly. You really should be more careful Mila, don't make me worry like this. Words: 235 Tags: Mila Jackson Notes: Short post ish short

[Mila Ivy Jackson]

[cs=2] [/style][style=font-family: Megrim; text-align: center; line-height: 80%; font-size: 50px; color: #FFFFFF; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px rgb(43, 49, 57); letter-spacing: -5px; padding-left:10px;] Mila Jackson [atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5,true][bg=1B2543] She frowned and nodded watching him led both horses back and then he was back Red following and he was helping her up after calling her stubborn, you can thank my dad for that he taught me to work through pain. She allowed him to help her into his truck and watched as Red got in the back with Tank and then he climbed in and started the truck shaking his head she looked at him, its not like I set out to intentional worry you today. She spoke not meaning to sound mean or bitchy, sorry if that came out bitchy I didn’t mean to sound like that. She watched as things whizzed by and then they were at the hospital, she climbed out and went into the er and checked in before sitting down and waiting. It didn’t take them long to take her back and she told him all her symptoms and that she already knew it was a broken collar bone and they did an xray and sure enough it was. She knew what came next, rest, ice and a sling/ splint thing. She was fitted with her sling/splint thing and given some pain meds before she was excused she went back to the waiting room and gave him a little smile, I cant ride or take care of Spar I need to rest and ice, its only for a couple weeks. She frowned and bit her lip, before looking around. Can we go get a chocolate chip muffin? My treat She grinned feeling like such a little kid right now but she really wanted one, are you going to come to my house and make sure im doing as I should and im not sneaking off to the barn and seeing Spar? She laughed and grinned because if he had figured her out by now he would know she wasn’t lying and that she would somehow go and see Spar but she would try and be on her best behavior so he wouldn’t have to worry about her so much.

[atrb=width,200,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=1B2543][atrb=cellpadding,5,true] This girl is one of a kind... Ain't afraid to have a hell of a time

[atrb=width,200,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=1B2543][atrb=cellpadding,5,true] Words: 343 Tags: Darq Notes: Oh boy lol

[Jameson Lee Wendell]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://th03.deviantart.net/fs46/PRE/f/2009/253/e/7/Red_Background__Black__White_by_XFecal_FaceX.jpg][atrb=cellpadding,5,true] we all make choices but in the end our choices make us Jameson Wendell What choices will you make? Jameson sat in the waiting room, waiting for her to come out and give the news, news of what they both already knew. Her collarbone was most likely broken again. Even though he had never broken it, he knew that broken things did not feel good at all. He leaned his head back against the wall as he waited. He could picture her in his mind, how beautiful she was. He was so worried about her. His eyes shot open as he heard the familiar voice with that thick southern accent that he was coming to quite adore. he had only known her for a few weeks but he was falling head over heels for her. And boy was he glad his brother wasn't here to see her. He would probably end up trying to steal her away like he always did. Any girl would beat his ex fiance though. What a dumb gold digging tramp. He looked up and her and smiled standing up. He chuckled slightly Don't you work about Spar, I will take care of him he said as he walked to the front door of the ER opening it for her, doing the same with the truck door. He walked around the back petting both of the dogs before getting in himself. He began to drive once again going to take her home. But instead he passed up the lakewood grove and headed for the brentwood estates. He knew that Mila would wonder where they were going since she had never seen his house. But he figured what better place for her to stay? That way if anything did go wrong he would be right there. Words: 282 Tags: Mila Jackson Notes: Nother shortie sorry

[Mila Ivy Jackson]

[cs=2] [/style][style=font-family: Megrim; text-align: center; line-height: 80%; font-size: 50px; color: #FFFFFF; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px rgb(43, 49, 57); letter-spacing: -5px; padding-left:10px;] Mila Jackson [atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5,true][bg=1B2543] She much enjoyed the door opening and help from him, she also just enjoyed being around him, he was different than other guys, he treated her better and wasn’t looking for one thing like most. She rested her head against the window and watched the scenery whiz by once more. When he didn’t take the turn to her house she looked at him with a confused look, where are we going that was my turn back there. She spoke allowing her head to fall back against the head rest, the drugs finally taking hold. She giggled and closed her eyes, I feel amazing right now like im floating on little tiny clouds of love. She found herself giggling again, Are you taking me to your house? Am I going to stay there? Goodness she really wasn’t making much sense at the moment but she really didn’t care, oh I don’t have any clothes to stay. She looked at him and frowned, you know your going to have your hands full with Spar he doesn’t like others really and he only rides English oh and your going to have your hands full with me, you got to entertain me somehow. She winked and giggled, guess what oh im not going to make you guess, I really like you, there I said it, its been eating me alive for some time. She blushed and looked away from him for a moment before looking at him again with a smile. She looked out the window stunned, wow this is a really fancy place, some really big houses. She gasped and looked at some of the house going by waiting to see what his looked like and boy was she ever letting her imagination run wild with the possibilities.

[atrb=width,200,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=1B2543][atrb=cellpadding,5,true] This girl is one of a kind... Ain't afraid to have a hell of a time

[atrb=width,200,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=1B2543][atrb=cellpadding,5,true] Words: 295 Tags: Darq Notes: Oh boy lol

[Jameson Lee Wendell]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://th03.deviantart.net/fs46/PRE/f/2009/253/e/7/Red_Background__Black__White_by_XFecal_FaceX.jpg][atrb=cellpadding,5,true] we all make choices but in the end our choices make us Jameson Wendell What choices will you make? Jameson laughed at how loopy she was. She was speaking a whole bunch of nonsense but one of her statements really caught his eye... Liked him? Did she really like him or was it the drugs talking? He hoped to god she wasn't joking because he really liked her too. "Yes we are going to my house, I need to make sure you are safe and I need to keep a closer eye on you. As for entertainment, I have a lot of entertaining stuff at my house ,so while i'm at work I'm sure you will be just fine. And as for Spar, trust me I can handle it" he laughed again. He turned his large truck up to a gate. He waved his hand out of the window which in return made the gate open. He pulled in to the gravel driveway which looped around to and exit gate, the house was surrounded by large hedge bushes. The bushes surrounded a white two story house, it was medium size with an in ground pool in back. He parked in front of the large house, a man walked forward and opened the truck door on Mila's side and helped her out. Jay got out and walked around. The butler proceeded to open the front door of the the house. "Right this way" he said. The house was simple with a lot of windows, but beautiful all the same. Jay nodded to the butler and put his hand on Mila's back pushing her forward slightly. Welcome to my home Mila, make yourself at home Words: 264 Tags: Mila Jackson Notes: LINKSSS!!! HOUSE TRUCK

[Mila Ivy Jackson]

[cs=2] [/style][style=font-family: Megrim; text-align: center; line-height: 80%; font-size: 50px; color: #FFFFFF; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px rgb(43, 49, 57); letter-spacing: -5px; padding-left:10px;] Mila Jackson [atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5,true][bg=1B2543] So to say the least she hadn’t been expecting his house to be like this, she was marveled by the massive home and the whole gated entrance, she had only ever dreamed about living in a place like this. She looked at him and shook her head as he parked the truck and then a butler came out and helped her out and they walked to the front door were it was opened and then she felt his hand on her lower back and giving her a gentle push in the house. She stepped in and looked around the house, nodding as she looked to all the windows, it was simple but stunning her house could probably easily fit inside his, it was so small compared to this. She turned to him when he said to make herself at home, well at home she would have already been wandering around her house in a bra, as that’s normally what she did. Its not that she didn’t like clothes but that’s when she felt most comfortable and no one ever showed up to her house to see her like that, dancing around and eating a cup of pudding and sliding on the hardwood floors and of course playing with her pup. She gave a light smile at that very thought, I don’t think I could make myself at home because I don’t know how comfortable you would be with that. She laughed and shrugged to the best of her ability, undoing her tall black boots and walking into the house and down into the living room, well he was the one that said she should make herself at home and so she placed a wicked grin on her face before pulling the polo off and laying it across his couch and she turned to face him, you said make yourself at home so that’s exactly what im going to do so be very prepared. With another grin, she carefully wiggled out of the white tank top and laid that on his couch to before sitting down and propping her feet up on his couch, she sighed contently happy to just be in her riding pants and cute pale pink and embellished bra. She stood and went to stand in front of the window looking out to his backyard and then she was on her way again, looking at everything, touching this and that before coming back out to him and brushing a finger along his jaw and then his lips, so whats your room look like? She smiled innocently, im just trying to get a feel of this massive house, you know my house can fit in yours. She smiled and stepped up closer to him and kissed him, pulling back. You should be ready for me to basically be like this every day I find it comfortable and I like to eat pudding and dance around with Red so you can expect to walk in on that at some point. She smiled and stepped back waiting.

[atrb=width,200,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=1B2543][atrb=cellpadding,5,true] This girl is one of a kind... Ain't afraid to have a hell of a time

[atrb=width,200,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=1B2543][atrb=cellpadding,5,true] Words: 500 Tags: Darq Notes: Hehe now he gets to see what make yourself at home means to her

[Jameson Lee Wendell]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://th03.deviantart.net/fs46/PRE/f/2009/253/e/7/Red_Background__Black__White_by_XFecal_FaceX.jpg][atrb=cellpadding,5,true] we all make choices but in the end our choices make us Jameson Wendell What choices will you make? Jameson shrugged as she spoke. He really didnt care what all she did. He wasn't to up tight when it came to messes and what not. Besides his butler normally picked up after him. He laughed as he watched her run to the couch. The next thing she did though surprised him. She took off her shirt! HE looked away trying to be a gentle man but he couldn't help himself. He was still a guy. He looked over slowly to see her touching EVERYTHING. He shook his head, wondering if it was really her, or the drugs. He shrugged and laughed a little. "Hah I did say that, so whatever you do, you do, I don't really care, just don't make to big of a me..." his last word was cut off my a pair of lips on his own. But they left just as quickly as they can come. Jay lowered his head slightly at her question at to where his room was. "Hah well its up stairs across the hall from yours. Yours is the room to the right. He said trying to avoid where this was going. He kind of knew she was all loopy from the drugs. But deep down he did want her, yes even like that, but no, not yet. "I will have Bruce here pick you up some pudding tomorrow then He said with a slight chuckle. He slowly walked over to her, and on his way he turned on the stereo. A slow country song began to play. Cowboys and angels by Dustin Lynch. Jay wrapped his arm around her gently and began to sway back and forth, pulling her close. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Jay let out a deep sigh before he headed over to open it. The smile on his face faded as soon as he saw who was standing there. Words: 325 Tags: Mila Jackson Notes: :3

[Antony Ryan Wendell]

The inside lingo had me ad hello,
I go where the money goes

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: url(http://www.laminatorsinc.com/sites/www.laminatorsinc.com/files/images/color-grey-slate.png); border: 3px dpuble black; color: white] Antony had just pulled into Addison Texas. He had only been here a few hours and did some aimless wondering around. The place was pretty small, and not what he was used to. His large truck took up most of the road as he had no room to swerve as he drove down the street. While he was staying here he needed a place to stay right? Well if you know anything about the Wendell brothers, they are loaded due to their parents, and the divorce. You would also know that Antony and Jameson HATE each other, almost to the point of killing one another. Antony pulled into the lot of the estates, the "rich" homes here in Addison. Tony looked around at the houses in the distance. Well at least something here might be worth his time. He spoke to the man up front about getting one of these lovely houses, only to be shot down because the name "Wendell" was already occupying one of the houses. Wendell estate? Was his brother here? Antony hopped into his truck and drove up to the medium sized white house. Getting out he straightened his shirt and his hat before walking up to the front door. He knocked loudly, slightly annoyed as he crossed his arms waiting. He heard music inside, what the hell was his brother doing? Soon enough the door opened, with Jameson standing there., and by the look on his face he wasn't happy. Antony's face quickly changed as well as he saw his brother open the door. "Jameson" he said with his deep Italian accented voice. The way he said his brothers name was as if he was saying something utterly disgusting, and burdening.

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Antony Wendell

[Mila Ivy Jackson]

[cs=2] [/style][style=font-family: Megrim; text-align: center; line-height: 80%; font-size: 50px; color: #FFFFFF; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px rgb(43, 49, 57); letter-spacing: -5px; padding-left:10px;] Mila Jackson [atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5,true][bg=1B2543] She grinned and tipped his chin up so he was looking at her again, hun im fully aware of what is going on the drugs didn’t last very long and hm I will have to check that out, what if I want to cuddle and don’t want to sleep by myself? And good that’s my favorite snack. She grinned wickedly and watched him walk away turning the radio on before coming back and pulling her close, she giggled and swayed with him to the music until there was a knock. Awe really, people always have to be ruining things. She pouted for a moment watching him open the door and the smile disappearing. She quietly snuck off to the living room and slipped back into her tank top and then went and wrapped her arms around his waist kissing the back of his neck, who is this hunny? I just simply couldn’t wait upstairs any longer so I came down to see what was keeping you. She smiled and kissed the back of his neck again, whispering in his ear smile for me please. She smiled and stepped back, sensing that this was someone he didn’t really like and she frowned, I will be upstairs. With that she headed upstairs going and looking around his room before quietly closing the door and heading to hers. She went inside and closed the door behind her and went and laid down on the bed, laying on her back to try and take some of the pressure off but it didn’t really help but it was as good as it was going to get. With another sigh she closed her eyes, she had just wanted it to be them, she wanted to prove to him it wasn’t only the drugs talking but truly her, she was also curious as to the man but didn’t want to bug in too much, she bit her lip and listened carefully.

[atrb=width,200,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=1B2543][atrb=cellpadding,5,true] This girl is one of a kind... Ain't afraid to have a hell of a time

[atrb=width,200,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=1B2543][atrb=cellpadding,5,true] Words: 324 Tags: Darq Notes: Hehe