movie night [ben]

[storm]

you've got yourself to blame

Storm rolled out from underneath her sheets as the alarm buzzed throughout her apartment. She slammed her open palm on the snooze button and sat up, the cotton sheets strewn around her like a fountain. She ran her hands over her face and sighed deeply. She'd been up off and on, but the unbearable heat and the ever constant humidity kept her locked up in her cool apartment, like some sun-fearing maniac. Closing her eyes, she lifted her arms up over her head stretching their sleepy muscles. Glancing at her clock she smiled at the time shown... eight o' clock. Perfect. The drive in would be open by now and her movie would start in about a half hour, which left her with quite a bit of time to get ready.

She took a cold shower, shivering at the cooling affect it had on her warm skin. It had been a year since she moved here. She had initially had her sight set on Mexico, but her vehicle had other plans. Her truck broke down on the outskirts of town and while she was waiting for it to be repaired she decided to stay here for a bit and see what the little town of Addison had to offer her. Most people would find it strange that she had settled in a town that obviously revolved around horses and showing. You see, Storm hated competing. She hated it with a deep, burning passion and no one really knew why. She had never really told anyone her reasons, they just knew she didn't want anything to do with it. It's not like there was nothing else for her to do here. There were plenty of shops, cafes, and other places that she could relax at - but obviously the horse farm that rested a few miles away from the town was the key player in this game.

Getting dressed in a loose pair of denim jeans and a green striped t-shirt she walked into the kitchen and made a couple pieces of toast. She wasn't a huge fan of theater popcorn, mainly because it was either cold or burnt by the time she got it. She glanced at the clock once more before grabbing the keys off the counter and heading down to the parking lot. She hopped into her blue 2007 F150 and started the engine, pulling out of the parking lot and out onto the street. Vampires Suck - that was the movie she was going to see. She'd never been a fan of 'twilight' and the sort so it was amusing to know that they'd totally fucked it up with the spoof. Nothing like some good ole comedy.

Storm pulled up to the ticket window and smiled at the old woman who was working the booth. "One ticket for Vampires Suck, please." She handed the woman the money and took her ticket. She drove around for a couple minutes trying to find a good spot and sighed with satisfaction when she found one. Turning off the ignition, Storm decided that she might as well pick up a few boxes of candy before the movie started. She walked over to the concession stand and ordered a bag of sour patch kids and a box of mike and ikes. No doubt she was going to be on a sugar high later tonight. She returned to her truck and sat on the hood watching as families scurried to and fro trying to get situated before the flick began.

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it fails but meh xD

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[benhadley]

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Ben thought he was stupid for not riding earlier that morning, after living in Texas for such a long time he should have known better than to even try and ride at the hottest time of the day. Instead of actually working his horse, he decided to take the poor buckskin gelding for a walk down the trail. Keeping him on a loose rein, he let the horse walk along at his own pace. One hand resting on his leg, the other carrying the reins. Leaning back in the warn and comfortable western saddle, he let Dakota make his way through the forest down the familiar loop that would soon bring him right back to the barn. His sunglasses set low on his face, he ran his fingers through his thick blond hair. Even though he wasn't doing anything really hard, he was already starting to sweat. The stocky buckskin horse sighed, quite unimpressed by the trail. Ben leaned forward, patting him on the neck. The horse had been good to him over the years, and he was still going strong through everything.

After a fifteen minute walk in the trails, he brought him back in to the barn and hosed him down with the coolest setting in the water and began to hose him down. The gelding really seemed to appriciate it, leaning in to the water as he hosed him off. He had already ridden Shaker, the gelding had also been surprisingly good- but he had been done earlier in the morning. Turning Dakota back out with the other gelding, he wandered back to his truck and blasted the air conditioning for a moment. Debating what to do with his time, he decided that he could probably go and see a movie tonight. There were always cute, single girls there, and definitely good looking boys- but half the time any of the boys weren't remotely interested in him, so tonight he was going to put his best foot forward and see if he could just find someone to talk to, a friend perhaps since he had one absent from his life for so long.

After taking a long, cold shower and watching TV for a bit he decided to go run some errands downtown before he went to the movies. Dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a baby blue t-shirt, he made his way down to the movies. Pulling his aviator sunglasses down over his face, he drove his truck in and stared at the movie list. There were two options, and he decided to go with the comedy- Vampires Suck, not that he had ever seen Twilight but apparently it was funny. He was up for a comedy, something to laugh at. Paying for his ticket, and shooting the older woman a handsome smile. After parking his truck and making his way through the crowd, he noticed a pretty girl sitting on the hood of her truck. Making his way over, he noticed the occasional group of girls would point at him and giggle, but none of them caught his eye. Jumping up and sitting on on the hood of the car beside her, he looked over and took off his sunglasses. Running his eyes over her, he gave his most charming grin.

"Pass the sour patch kids?" He asked politely, his southern drawl playing out well. "I'm Ben, by the way."

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[storm]

you've got yourself to blame

Storm ran a hand through her long hair and wished that she'd brought a scrunchy with her. Even though the evening was cooler than the day had been, her hair was still hot against her neck. Her legs dangled over the hood of her truck, her tennis shoes bouncing off the bumper and she moved them to and fro. The commercials they played before the movie were becoming stupider and stupider as the years passed. However, she always found the one that involved the dancing condiments and other refreshments amusing. Plastic crinkled as she ripped open the back of sour patch kids and plopped one of the tart gummy treats into her mouth. Most people came to the movies on a date or as a couple.. yet she had no qualms about being here all alone. She heard someone walk past followed by the sound of a body hitting metal. "Pass the sour patch kids?"

She turned and glanced at the boy sitting at her side; a large charming smile splaying across his lips. "Exactly what do you think your doing?" The bag of candy fell into her lap as she turned to glare at him. "Obviously you don't know the rules of personal space!" He had to have balls of steel if he honestly thought he could intrude into her personal bubble without any complications. She remembered the titanium baseball bat she had in the cab, which she carried for protection. Perhaps a good whack in the head with it would do him so good because he was obviously brain dead. "How dare you intrude on my peaceful, quiet evening. Obviously you have no respect for other people.. I should beat your ass silly for this! How do you know I'm not a serial killer huh?! You don't! You just assume I'm some friendly peppy girl from the city.."

The nerve of people these days. Whatever happened to the times when people didn't want anything to do with one another? The times when they were petrified that everyone had a deadly disease that would kill them on contact. She huffed angrily and crossed her arms tightly across her chest. Friendliness definitely wasn't one of her stronger fortes, especially not toward those who came over unannounced. "You're lucky I'm being nice right now. Most times I would have pulled a bat on you already and be busy kicking your ass." Storm would never admit it openly, but she was sorta glad for the unexpected company. People always said comedies were better when you had someone to laugh with. She sighed again and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear; reaching into her lap she picked up the plastic bag of candy and extended it to the boy. "I'm Storm. Here, take some." She poured a handful of little sour covered gummy kids into his empty hands.

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[benhadley]

i've got a way with counting cards,

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Ben was almost amused by her reaction, which he probably shouldn't be. A handsome, goofy grin peered across his lips as she asked him what he was doing, and had no rules about personal space. He shrugged, and said, "Well, I'm sitting beside you and waiting for you to be polite enough to pass me the sour patch kids." It seemed like the most obvious thing in the world to him, and he expected her just to hand them over, but instead she seemed to continue to go on about him being in her space. Leaning closer to her, he let his aviators fall back over his blue eyes. "Person space? What's what?" His tone remained light and joking as he was smart enough to sit back again, not wanting to get a foot in the balls or something of the sort. Leaning back on the window shield of the truck, he crossed his legs and made himself a bit more comfortable, smiling under her fiery gaze.

"I'm not intrudin', I'm making it even more enjoyable. And I like it rough, so I can't really complain. Please, don't restrain yourself from beatin' me, it'll be fun." Lowering his glasses down a bit, he watched her from underneath them, still grinning at her, revealing the rows of perfectly whitened teeth. Being a bit more concerned about his image than other boys, crest whitening strips had been his best friend for a long time. He was one who cared about those little things, such as how his ass looked in a pair of jeans or how white his teeth were. "If you were a serial killer you probably would have killed me by now. I don't really care, so you can go for it. I'll take my chances."

The movie previews for other up coming movies began to play, and Ben could really care less. Studying her for a moment, grin broadening as she mentioned a bat. "A bat? That could be really fun, actually. Why don't you pull it out? I'd like to see you try and kick my ass, missy. I think my devastatingly good looks would have stopped you before you proceeded to try and break my face." He knew he was good looking, and he wasn't going to try and hide the fact. "Pleasure to meet you, Storm. And thank ya," he said as he took the candy from her, popping them in his mouth and sucking on them slightly. Letting the sour powdered cover candies melt on his tongue before he chewed and swallowed. Running his fingers through his thick blond hair, he looked over at her.

"So, Storm. How long have you been in the small town of Addison for?"

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[storm]

you've got yourself to blame

She scoffed at his his blatant response and clenched her fist when he leaned closer to her. "I must be stupid if I thought a pretty boy like you would even comprehend the minuscule aspect of someones personal space." She sighed and leaned forward stretching her arms out in front of her. This Ben fellow was different from others, his unassuming personality was quite perplexing. "This is considered personal space," Storm moved waved her hands around the empty space surrounding her, "and as you can see... your invading it!" Laying back against her windshield she placed her arms behind her like makeshift pillows. She glared at him when he mentioned 'liking it rough', obviously he was another one of those kinky bastards that got a hit out of whips and other weird shit. "I'm sure a creep like you would enjoy getting the shit knocked out of them,"

[/b] she plopped another sour covered gummy in her mouth and puckered her lips as the sour juices slid down her throat. "Don't get cocky, your good looks mean nothing to me. I can still shove my foot so far up your ass that you'll need surgery to have it removed!"[/b]

Storm didn't pay attention to the monotone drone of the previews. Nothing they had shown appeared interesting.. and never had in all the years she'd been going to drive-ins and the sort. Most times she just purchased a small bag of popcorn and chucked the cold, stale bulbs at people passing by. It was a great source of entertainment, especially when they desperately sought out the source of the 'projectile'. "You're welcome." Storm might be a tad bit bitchy but she wasn't one to forget the tiny bit of manners she had learned. She offered him some more candy before returning her focus to the darkening movie screen.

"About a year. I was on my way to Mexico when my truck broke down on the outskirts of this quaint little town." She plopped a few more pieces of candy into her mouth before continuing. "I decided to stick around for awhile after it got fixed. My friends and family might think its weird that I settled in a town that practically functions on horses.. seeing as how I have a strong dislike for competing. Do you ride at the local farm?"

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[benhadley]

i've got a way with counting cards,

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Pretty boy? He smiled at that, he was definitely good looking, but he wouldn't go and call himself pretty. Shaking his head, he watched as she waved her hands at the space between them. "Invading? I call this shrinking it. I believe you're secretly overjoyed by my presence." She popped more candy in to her mouth, commenting on he'd be one of those creeps who liked getting the shit beaten out of him. Shrugging, he studied her a bit harder as she spoke. He took in her features silently, her pale skin and darker hair. A good contrast, he thought to himself. Golden blond hair and tanned skin from hours of sitting out shirtless in the sun, Ben definitely was far from pale. "I'd like to see you do that," he began, "I don't think I'd protest much."

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In all honesty, he wouldn't be too pleased if he had someone's foot shoved up his ass.

But maybe he could make exceptions if the girl was as cute as she was. Nodding at her for a moment, he took his gaze from her to the movie screen. It didn't seem like the movie was going to be starting any time soon, running through the previews. He didn't like the silence, and he was thankful that she broke it by continuing to talk to him. Raising an eyebrow as she said she was going to Mexico, he couldn't help himself. Reaching over to snatch the sour patch kids from her, he poured a couple in to his hand and threw them in his mouth. Letting the coating dissolve on his his tongue, he swallowed once more and finally asked: "Why the hell would you want to go to Mexico? Drug cartel? Want to go wearing a sombrero and eat tacos?"

Grinning, he thought he was being pretty funny. Which wasn't an abnormal occasion, Ben considered himself quite amusing. "Kidding, kidding," he added quickly, not wanting to be hit or anything. Keeping the sour patch kids sitting on his lap, he continued to chew on the candy and listen to her story. "You don't like competing?" He asked curiously. Competing on the rodeo circuit at such a young age, it was something he just couldn't picture himself not doing. "It's not really that weird, I guess. I like it here, it's nice. I got similar reactions when my parents heard that I stopped in at such a small down." Setting his hands back behind his head, he sighed. "They're never too pleased though, ever since I dropped out of high school way back when they haven't been too supportive about any of my decisions."

Nodding as she asked if he rode, "I ride and compete in the Western circuit with my two horses. So, you don't compete, but do you at least ride?"
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[storm]

you've got yourself to blame

She couldn't help but laugh when he asked why she would want to go to Mexico. She gave him a friendly punch on the arm, "Oh yeah, let me tell you that the drug cartels lure me in like a fish to a worm."

[/b] She sighed and gazed up at the dark sky watching as a few stars began to twinkle in the sky. "No, I wanted to get away from the dullness of everyday life in the states. I wanted to go somewhere interesting and well.. Mexico seemed like the place to be." She sighed deeply and turned to look over at Ben, she was beginning to tolerate him. She didn't like his unannounced intrusion into her peaceful evening, yet since he had the evening had become a whole lot better. Sitting here conversing with a complete stranger actually made her realize how lonely she had actually felt. Storm wasn't the kind of girl to pride herself in having many friends - believing that they were more of a burden than anything else. However, having one or two never really hurt anyone now did it?

"Hey, these preview don't seem to be ending anytime soon.. so.. would you like a coke?" She didn't give him time to respond before she hopped of the hood of her truck and went to the back and lifted down the tailgate. She always brought a cooler full of drinks when she went to a drive-in. It was a helluva lot cheaper than paying $3.50 per bottle at the concession stand. She grabbed two cans of Coke and walked back to the front and handed him one. "I always bring my own, guess I'm a cheapskate of sorts."[/b]

Leaning against the side of her vehicle she opened her can and took a few sips. "No, I don't like competing of any sort." She had never told anyway exactly why that was, usually referring that it was something personal or the more blunt route of 'it's none of your business'. "Not anymore. I used to ride a lot as a child but then I just stopped. I used to ride a pony at a small farm named Peanut, he was a great little guy."[/b] Horses had never really been a huge part of her life and she only had an interest in them after she was in middle school and "lost" it after she graduated high school.

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[benhadley]

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"I still don't understand how Mexico seems like the place to be, personally I'd never live in Mexico. You'd get like shot and raped the first day of being there, it isn't a great country to live in," she said honestly, shrugging. He had been to Mexico on two different occasions, purely for vacation purposes but he hadn't liked it there at all. He had no real intentions on going back, with the possible diseases in the water and with all the crime rates. Perhaps it was just him, but Mexico was far from his cup of tea.

He couldn't help but to look over at her, taking in her features once more. She was definitely pretty, he liked her, he liked her a lot. Leaning back more, his eyes flickering from the screen to her face until she began to speak once more. He went to say sure, but before he could even have a chance to answer she jumped off the hood of her truck and walked to the back, handing him a can of coke. He grinned, laughing and accepted it. "Thanks." He drawled, he always had learned his manners, and never forget them- they were imprinted in to his skull. "I do the same, don't worry. Except usually it's with beer... of Vodka," he explained, laughing lightly. Popping the can open, he took a deep swig and set it down beside him.

He found it very interesting that she didn't like to compete, and he didn't push it when he got a real answer. But Ben was never one to really understand boundaries, sitting up a bit straighter and watching her with a curious gleam to his eyes. "Did something happen? Why don't you anymore, well, if you don't mind me asking." She probably would tell him it was none of his business, and he wouldn't mind- he'd ask some other time. He had no real concept of things being personal, so bluntly asking was normal for him. Running his fingers through his thick hair, he glanced over at the movie screen hopeful that the previews were still going, and just his luck, they were.

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[storm]

you've got yourself to blame

"Ha, well I guess its something we will always disagree on." She nodded when he thanked her for the coke and took another sip of hers. "I used to keep alcohol in the back until I got addicted to this stuff," she held up her can a bit and smiled, "..this stuff is like my crack." She turned her attention to the movie screen and watched a quick preview of a new zombie flick that would be coming out in the fall. It was the only movie out of all the previews that seemed halfway decent and worth seeing.

She looked back at Ben and had to admit that he was kinda adorable in an goofy way. It felt weird that she was beginning to like him after their rather rocky start. "It's none of your..." She stopped in mid-sentence and sighed deeply. She really should just tell him that it was none of his business, but they had been making some progress and she really didn't want to shrivel back into her cold interior. "I guess you can say that."

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Storm sat in silence for a bit, trying to figure out how she could possibly explain her reasoning for quitting the equine world. It was something that she had trouble comprehending herself and the pain felt like a branding iron was being pressed into her back. "I used to be an avid rider as a child. Horses were my addiction at the time, sorta like a toddler is with chocolate. I was a regular participant in local shows with the pony I mentioned earlier.. Peanut. We were quite the team... but I pushed him too hard, and one day he had a bad landing after jumping a 3' jump.. he fell and broke his leg... he was euthanized right there in front of everyone.. it was all my fault.." She wiped a tear from her cheek and turned to look at the sky again. "I refused to ride after that.. and quit showing. I won't make the same mistake again."

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[benhadley]

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He was pleasantly surprised when he saw that she didn't push him away and actually gave him an answer. Smiling at her softly as she started on in silence, trying to encourage her wordlessly to continue her story. As she started off, Ben didn't take his eyes off her face. The moment she started her story, he noticed the change in her tone as she went on. Somehow he knew this was going to end in tears, and he didn't want to deal with tears. Listening to her story about how her pony had to be put down, he frowned as a tear ran down her cheek.

Now, he could either bail, or comfort her and not ruin all chances of ever getting in her pants.

Sucking up every part of him that wanted to run away and leave her to cry, he moved closer to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Hey," he said softly, reaching around with his free hand to tilt her chin up to look at him. "Shit happens that's out of your control. It wasn't your fault, it could have happened any day like when he was playing out in the field." Shrugging, he watched her and continued on. "I can guarantee that it isn't your fault. You shouldn't have that blame on your shoulders." His tone was quiet and soothing, rubbing her back gently trying to comfort her. The kid hadn't dealt with tears and emotions much, he deserved some credit for trying.

Growing up on a ranch all his life, he had dealt with losing horses. Some had broken their legs before, and he knew how hard it was to let them go. Colic was another big one when he had been younger with the horses not drinking enough, but now he'd dealt with a lot and he hadn't had any issues. Fortunately for him, he had never lost either of his two personal horses and couldn't imagine parting with either. Holding Storm a bit closer, he reached over and grabbed his coke, taking a sip and letting his eyes flicker back to the movie screen.

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[storm]

you've got yourself to blame

She had never been a fan of waterworks and she rarely cried. When Ben wrapped an arm around her she didn't push him away. She figured that if he was willing to comfort a complete stranger, then maybe it wouldn't hurt to give him a shot. She wiped one last tear away and gave him a half-hearted smile, "I guess your right." She knew he was trying his best but his kind words didn't ease the heavy guilt she felt gurgling around in the pit of her stomach. "Three tears.. that's a new record for me.." She rested her head against his shoulder and watched as the movie screen faded to black marking the end of another endless preview. "Thanks, you really didn't have to do that."

Storm didn't have the courtesy of being raised on a farm, nor did she have the luck to witness the unfortunate events that plagued the equine species. Watching the beloved pony be put down in front of her was a devastating blow - one that she never planned to relive. Staying away from horses was probably the best thing she'd ever done. Removing herself from them shielded her from feeling the biting emptiness that came with losing one.

"It seems like the movie will never start. I feel like I've aged thirty years waiting for it to start." She couldn't help but laugh at her statement and leaned closer to him to prevent herself from falling off the hood. She took another swig of her coke and sat it down beside her, making sure it didn't slide off and onto the gravel below.

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Not that he'd ever admit it, but he was quite glad when she said that three tears were a new record for her. Laughing lightly, he grinned down at her as she seemed to lighten up her mood once more. The fact that she didn't cry much was wonderful, because he really didn't cope with tears and people being upset. There had been times where he had stood awkwardly at funerals when those around him would cry, and he could only stand there for so long. Eventually he'd move away from the crowd, and go stand away somewhere peacefully. He remember the day his grandpa had died, when he went and stood out by the large pond that had been close to the area where the funeral had been held.

His girlfriend fucked him over big time, that day had been the last between the two before everything had fallen apart.

She'd came up behind him, wrapping her arms around him and asking him how he was. Not even then did he ever cry, even when his Uncle had been more of a father to him than his own. He remembered holding her close in the silence, kissing her head and telling her he was fine. She didn't seem to believe him, but she said nothing. Those had been the days where everything had seemed so easy for the young blond, but times had changed. He still missed her, but with the bitter resentment that there was nothing she could say to change what she did. The damage was done.

Pushing away the thoughts, he smiled to himself as she moved closer to him. He kept his arm around her, holding her close- half of him wanted to pull her closer to him, but he resisted the urge, letting her move at her own accord. Nodding in agreement, he reached over and grabbed his own can of coke and finished it off. Letting the can fall off of the hood, he watched as it fell in to the gravel with a quiet ping.

"I know, right? These previews always go on and on, sometimes I wonder if they're longer than the actual movie itself."

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[storm]

you've got yourself to blame

coming huur soon

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