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Post by flynn on Dec 26, 2010 10:50:13 GMT -8
[/center] It had been a long day, and everything about it sucked. Work at the shop was extremely slow, and Flynn did not have a good ride on his Quarter Horse, Chester. Things were not looking up as he sat in the city park. He was clad in jeans and a Beatles t-shirt with his usual leather jacket and boots. His vintage guitar was slung over his back as he walked along. He came here after a bad day to just relax and enjoy the outdoors. He was an outdoorsy guy. He hated being cooped up inside, no matter how cold it was. Flynn pulled his hood up over his head and ducked it as he walked along. He made his way to the fountain in the center of the park and sat on a bench near the water. He pulled out his guitar and began to play a tune. People passing by tossed him some money every now and then, even though that wasn't what he really wanted. He just enjoyed the music, and he was good at it, too. People couldn't help but listen as they busily passed. The music soothed you, no matter how much of a hurry you were in. Flynn closed his eyes as he played. He had a mysterious and brooding air about him, but he could care less what others thought about him. He lived purely for himself, and his horse Chester, of course. A half hour had passed before Flynn stopped playing. He still held his guitar in his arms, but he just watched his surroundings. A few song birds were playing in the water and he smiled. As much of a dark guy he was, he still was amazed by nature. He quickly put his serious face back on and returned to playing his music.
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Post by solay on Dec 26, 2010 11:37:03 GMT -8
Coming Soon [/IMG] WARRIOR POET ONCE SAID ," you're not dead yet so live like you could be . " • • • • • • • • • • • • Honestly, I missed my friends from home. I missed my friends, my school, my house, my farm, my horse, my parents. Of course I'm thankful for Kane and for him not letting me go to some foster family. It wasn't even a year when I had lost everything except my brother in a car accident. My horse that my mom and dad had trained together. He was perfect. A huge 17 hand Dutch Warmblood that was only seven when I started showing him and winning everything. We were going to go to the McClay finals together, and we would've kicked butt if he hadn't died in the crash too.
Despite the wrong in my life, I took nothing for granted anymore. I was the kind of kid to live life to the fullest, try everything once just for the experience. Yeah, I'm talking everything. That could be what's been getting me in trouble at home lately, but really.. who cares.
I had driven myself to central park in my 2001 Santa Fe because I wanted to, not only explore this new area, but to get out of the house and out of the barn. I just wanted to take a walk and not think about anything. I got out of my little white car wearing a pair of skinny jeans with brown uggs. My plan white long sleeve shirt hugged my skin with a yellow knit scarf around my neck.
My walk started at the parking lot and brought me to some side walks, trails, and eventually a fountain. There was the sound of a guitar, and it sounded really nice. My eyes scanned the area for the source of the music. It was a guy, standing there playing his guitar. Me being bored and myself I decided I would go say something to him.
I pulled a dollar out of my pocket on my way over. When I reached the case, I stepped in front of it and dropped the dollar. "You're really good." I could hear my voice in my own ears, god I hated that sound, but then mentally beat myself up for saying anything. I may have decided to but I never thought I'd be able to do it! I ran a hand through my hair before turning to walk away out of sheer embarrassment. "Yeah." Was all I mumbled to myself before turning to get out of there.
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Post by flynn on Dec 26, 2010 11:57:35 GMT -8
Flynn was so lost in his music that he didn't even notice the young girl walk over until she spoke. "You're really good.." He jerked his head up at the sound of her voice and nodded to the dollar she had tossed in his case. "Keep that. My music is free." He picked up the dollar and grabbed her hand as she turned to walk away in embarrassment. He placed the dollar in her palm and folded her fingers over it. He looked into her eyes and released her hand slowly. "Thanks."
He watched as she walked away, and he smiled slightly. Usually people never came up and actually talked to him when he played. They were either intimidated or freaked out by him. He really wasn't all that terrifying. He could be nice when he wanted to be. Which usually wasn't often, but he had an excuse. Life had not been too kind to him, either. His entire family had died in a tragic fire at their home back in New York. He had been at a friend's house, but he sometimes wished that he had been in the fire. His 7 year old self had not handled it well at all. He was always in and out of foster homes, traveling the country with a different family every month. That was no life for a child, so that's why when he turned eighteen he had left to live on his own. It wasn't easy being eighteen and alone in the world. He had his ups and downs, but his one constant was Chester. The gray Quarter Horse gelding kept him grounded. He literally was the ONLY thing that was ever constant in his life. Well, besides his music.
Call it boldness, call it what you want, but something pulled Flynn up from that bench. He jogged briskly after the girl and gently grabbed her wrist. "Wait. Don't move for just a second." He turned on his heel and ran back to the bench. He gathered his belongings, which consisted of his guitar and a small leather backpack. He made his way back to the girl, the guitar slung over his back, and held out his hand. "I'm Samuel Flynnagain. But you can call me Flynn." He knew she probably thought he was crazy, but he didn't really care at this moment in time. He was tired of being alone, and she seemed like the perfect company. Hopefully his boldness wouldn't scare her away.
He studied her quickly and noticed that she was quite pretty. Although he wasn't really searching for a long term relationship at the moment, he could still have some female companionship every now and then. Flynn's blue eyes searched hers as he spoke, "Mind if I walk with you?"
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Post by solay on Dec 26, 2010 12:19:35 GMT -8
Coming Soon [/IMG] WARRIOR POET ONCE SAID ," you're not dead yet so live like you could be . " • • • • • • • • • • • • Ugh. I am so stupid! What on Earth was I thinking? The guitar player grabbing my hand interrupted my escape. He put my dollar back into my hand and folded my fingers back onto it. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't say anything. My eyes just stayed on my hand and his until he let go. I looked up at him once before walking away and shoving the dollar back into it's original home, my pocket.
"Wait. Don't move for just a second."
This time he had my wrist and I just turned to face him. I nodded and watched as he went back for his things. I didn't say anything. I told my self to talk, to speak, to act like I did actually live on this planet, but now I couldn't get the words to come to mind.
"I'm Samuel Flynnagain. But you can call me Flynn."
He held out his hand and I shook it without thinking. I'm Skye." My words came out normal, but all I could say was my name. He asked if he could walk with me and without hesitation I nodded. "Of course you can."
First thing I wanted to say was sorry for being creepy. I'm glad the didn't come out of my mouth. I wasn't normally like this. I hated the feeling of being shy or in this case embarrassed but having this guy, Flynn here was surprisingly calming. As we walked I decided to ask a non creepy question to get all awkwardness out of the way. "So how long have you been playing the guitar?" My voice was normal again, and I was walking with a little bounce in my step, as usual. This talking thing wasn't that hard.
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Post by flynn on Dec 26, 2010 12:37:54 GMT -8
Flynn was suprised at the willingness of the girl to stay put. Usually if a random guy asked you to wait for him, you don't. However rediculous it may seem, Flynn was glad that she did allow him to catch back up to her. "I'm Skye." He nodded when she shook his hand and gave her name. Skye. It was a beautiful name that was fitting for her. "That's a very nice name you've got there, Skye. It fits you well." Flynn was pleased when she said that she didn't mind if he walked with her. He started forward, pleased when she did, too. Flynn walked slowly, his fingers fumbling idly with the straps of his guitar case. He could sense the awkwardness, and he was glad when she spoke, "So how long have you been playing the guitar?" He shrugged his shoulders and thought about it for a minute. He'd been playing as long as he could remember. He couldn't remember a day when he didn't have his music. "I've been playing my whole life. I got my first guitar when I was 5. It's the only thing that I had left after the fire that destroyed our house." It felt kind strange sharing that piece of his life with a perfect stranger, but Skye made him feel comfortable.
They moved through the park at a leisurely pace. Since she had inquired about him, he felt the need to do the same, "So what do you like to do for fun?" He offered her a small smile, unsure of whether or not she thought he was just some creep that followed girls through the park. Flynn was young and handsome. He was only twenty, and his looks were killer. Although he didn't accent his handsome features with nice clothes or anything, there was no doubt that he was gorgeous. Hopefully she would take this into account and not write him off as some pedophile. Flynn chuckled at the thought. It could go one of two ways. She would either think he was a creep, or think he was just an egotistical guy hoping to get laid. Although he'd had his fair share of one night stands, he wasn't looking for that with Skye. He needed a friend.
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Post by solay on Dec 26, 2010 13:10:23 GMT -8
Coming Soon [/IMG] WARRIOR POET ONCE SAID ," you're not dead yet so live like you could be . " • • • • • • • • • • • • I liked this whole walking and talking thing. Maybe I should just come to the park more often and talk to strangers. Yeah, right. Like that would ever happen! It is a nice thought though, too bad most people are too creepy to talk to. Not creepy like me, but creepy like kidnappers and stuff. That's a personal goal of mine. Never get kidnapped.
"I've been playing my whole life. I got my first guitar when I was 5. It's the only thing that I had left after the fire that destroyed our house."
"Wow." I mumbled the single word because I didn't know what else to say. Usually it would've been something along the lines of I'm sorry about the fire, but truth is, when you think about when people say that there was nothing that that person could really be sorry for, unless they caused it.
"So what do you like to do for fun?"
We were walking along and the conversation turned on me. Fun? Well you could consider the horse thing fun, right? If I had fun doing it. "I ride horses." My voice rang and a smile corssed my face. "How about you?"
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Post by flynn on Dec 26, 2010 13:21:06 GMT -8
Flynn gave a slight shrug when she just muttered, "Wow." At first, he had a lot of trouble dealing with his loss, but when he realized there was absolutely nothing he could do about it, he just quit worrying. "Yeah..but, what's done is done." He knew he sounded cold, but in reality it was true. There's no changing the past. All he could do now was look to the future. Right now, his future was looking bright. He was strolling through the park with a beautiful girl, and he had a friend. Well, that's what he thought. Why else would they be walking together unless they considered one another aquaintances?
Flynn's face lit up when she said she liked to ride horses for fun. He had yet to meet anyone here that had horses. He grinned hugely and responded quickly, "Really? I ride horses, too. That's great. That's definitely another hobby of mine. What do you ride?" He hoped she didn't think he was prying, but now that they had something in common, he thought they would get along rather well. Realizing his childlike demeanor, he quickly put back on his serious face and looked straight ahead.
"So what's your story? Has life been kind to you, Skye?" He spoke in a light tone, not wanting her to be weirded out by his serious question. He was just curious as to where she came from.
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Post by solay on Dec 26, 2010 15:05:40 GMT -8
Coming Soon [/IMG] WARRIOR POET ONCE SAID ," you're not dead yet so live like you could be . " • • • • • • • • • • • • I subtly studied the guy walking next to me who called himself Flynn. I loved that he had blue eyes, or blue-ish. He was totally cute, definitely older but not too old. At this point age doesn't matter. It never did matter. The oldest guy I dated this year was 24 and he never found out that I was actually only seventeen, and no one found out about him. People these days don't care about age anymore, they look for a good time, or a good friend and don't bother with how old they are.
Either way I decided right now that I would not tell Flynn that I was seventeen, I'd tell him I was eighteen. Seven more months until eighteen.. that's not too long.
"Really? I ride horses, too. That's great. That's definitely another hobby of mine. What do you ride?"
Whoa, we had something in common? That was something I wasn't expecting but it was a nice surprise. I flashed him a smile replying with, "Hunters and equ. on my thoroughbred."
"So what's your story? Has life been kind to you, Skye?"
I wasn't sure if I should stand here and tell him everything, or make it simple and say yes so I just went with the shortened version. "It was before my brother and I had to live together and move here." I was careful not to mention that Kane was actually my guardian. There was no need for that, now was there? "How about you?" I knew he had mentioned that fire, but I wasn't sure if that was it, or if there was more to it.
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Post by flynn on Dec 26, 2010 16:32:38 GMT -8
Flynn could tell that Skye was studying him. He stood a little straighter as they walked along, pleased that she was taking an interest in him. He wondered how old she was, but he wasn't about to ask. She looked like she was at least eighteen. He had just turned twenty, so he didn't see a problem with them hanging out. Flynn gave her a smile when she said that she did hunter and equitation on her Thoroughbreds. She looked like the type of girl that would ride English. He personally didn't like it, but there was nothing wrong with it. He just didn't like having his long legs all bunched up under him. "That's pretty neat. I have a Quarter Horse that I rope off of. I ride bulls every now and then, too. I like to live life on the edge." He grinned stupidly and felt his arm brush against hers casually as they walked. He quickly righted himself and glanced sideways to see if the slight touch bothered her. He knew they had just met, but he felt like he already knew her. Like maybe they had met in another life or something.
Flynn frowned when she said the bit about her and her brother having to live together and move here. She didn't seem too excited about it. "Mind if I ask what happened to make ya'll come here?" He grew a little nervous at her questioning about his life. He felt like he had already shared a little much about the fire, but if they wanted to be friends, they needed to talk. "Well, remember that fire I mentioned earlier? It killed my entire family...I was at a friend's house for his birthday party, and my mom, dad, and my two younger sisters died...I was seven when it happened..." Flynn grew solemn for a moment, but he quickly snapped out of it. He reached for Skye's hand smoothly and said, "But hey, that past is the past." He realized quickly that they were holding hands. Her smaller one was tucked gently inside his larger one. It felt...right. His cold fingers were instantly warmed, and he smiled gently. He knew this was crazy...they just met, but he couldn't help himself.
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Post by solay on Dec 26, 2010 16:58:18 GMT -8
Coming Soon [/IMG] WARRIOR POET ONCE SAID ," you're not dead yet so live like you could be . " • • • • • • • • • • • • "That's pretty neat. I have a Quarter Horse that I rope off of. I ride bulls every now and then, too. I like to live life on the edge."
I smiled at the ending remark. Life on the edge, this was my kind of guy. "Well maybe you can teach me how to ride western some time." It was true that my parents knew how to ride western and I learned how to hold the reigns, but that was about it. All I know is those saddles look way more comfortable then an English saddle.
When I gave the shortened version of why I lived with my brother I was so careful not to give away my age. No one needed to know. I had gone through the manipulated version of the story so many times I'm surprised I still know how it really went. They say if you tell yourself something over and over you'll believe it and think its true. I tried to tell myself the sky was green one time, it didn't work.
"Mind if I ask what happened to make ya'll come here?"
I knew the answer to this question like the back of my hand. "When our parents died I couldn't support myself so my brother let me live with him." Funny thing was, everything I said, no matter what, if you thought about it while knowing the true story, none of it was a lie. To get the subject off of me I asked him about his life.
"Well, remember that fire I mentioned earlier? It killed my entire family...I was at a friend's house for his birthday party, and my mom, dad, and my two younger sisters died...I was seven when it happened..."
I was shocked by the response. "This is a really cliche response but... I'm sorry." Before I knew it we were holding hands, and I really liked it. "But hey, that past is the past." I smiled and nodded at his response. "So true!" I replied as we walked along the path. My hand was still in his and out of habit I started to idly play with his fingers.
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Post by flynn on Dec 26, 2010 17:10:20 GMT -8
Flynn felt a surge of happiness at her remark about him teaching her to ride Western. He nodded lightly and added, "I guess I could teach you a few things...I am a hand with a rope, but I'm warning you now, my horse teaches me something new everyday that I didn't know before. Maybe you could show me some stuff about English. My legs are a little long, but I think I could manage for you." He flashed a smile and lowered his hood from his head. He ran a hand through his hair, leaving it in its usual messy wake.
Flynn listened intently as she explained her story. It was definitely a shortened version, but he could tell that she wasn't intending on telling him any more than that. He decided not to push it, especially considering he didn't want to scare her away. He nodded when she said, "When our parents died I couldn't support myself so my brother let me live with him." He understood what she was talking about with the parents dying. He just wished he had been lucky enough to have an older sibling to take care of him. He offered her a sympathetic smile and stated, "Don't take your older brother granted, that's for sure. You're lucky to have him help you out." He may have sounded pushy or like a know it all, but he just knew that if he had that kinda help growing up he coulda turned out a little different.
Flynn laughed a little at her response, "This is a really cliche response but... I'm sorry." He could tell that she really was sorry, but she was right, there was only so much to say to a guy that had lost his entire family. Flynn was okay, though. He got by one day at a time. There were still days when he struggled, but for the most part he was emotionally over it. Either that or he just built up walls tall enough to block it out. He liked to think it was the latter.
Flynn could feel it as Skye slowly started playing with his fingers. He smiled and held her hand a little tighter. "So tell me more about you. I wanna know who the real Skye is." He turned to face her and brushed a loose strand of hair back from her face. He grinned and continued to walk onward. This girl really was something else.
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Post by solay on Dec 27, 2010 9:24:52 GMT -8
Coming Soon [/IMG] WARRIOR POET ONCE SAID ," you're not dead yet so live like you could be . " • • • • • • • • • • • • I felt like this was a movie, like whatever was happening right now as being recorded and edited for some sort of classic film. When I went up to Flynn and dropped the dollar I never expected that he would want to talk to me, let alone make an effort to talk to me.
I had explained my story in one or two sentences and he seemed to accept the shortened version. Lets face it, I couldn't give up too many details. It's not that I didn't want this guy to know the real me or find out my age, but lately the whole older younger thing seemed to make things complicated. Things didn't need to be complicated right now. Eventually he would find out that my brother was actually my guardian because, well, I was seventeen and he looked like he wasn't exactly seventeen or younger. Stupid laws, who came up with that?
"Don't take your older brother granted, that's for sure. You're lucky to have him help you out."
I just nodded. He was right, Kane was there when I needed him most and that's what really mattered. I appreciated him taking responsibility for me everyday even if I didn't always show it.
I noticed the increased pressure he was putting on my hand and I mimicked it. I didn't this without realizing it.. shows how much I pay attention.
"So tell me more about you. I wanna know who the real Skye is."
He stepped in front of me and moved a piece of hair that had gotten blown into my face but the wind out of the way. I couldn't help but smile at the gesture and the question. "Well what do you want to know?"
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Post by flynn on Dec 27, 2010 13:37:19 GMT -8
Flynn watched her facial features as she thought. He could tell she was lost in a world of her own when mentioned her older brother. She was probably thinking about her family. He tended to get lost in his thoughts when someone mentioned the past and his family, as well. It was easy to slip back into the better days when the world was perfect and life was good. However, things changed, and Flynn knew that. People change, people die, and life gets the best of you.
A smile spread across his handsome features when she returned the pressure in their hands. He traced his thumb slowly across her knuckles and chuckled a little. This definitely wasn't supposed to happen this way. Hand holding wasn't supposed to come until at least after they had dated for a while. Actually, Flynn didn't even know this girl at all. A sudden rush of stupidity overcame him and he dropped her hand. He angled himself away from her a little bit and decided that he wouldn't make any more moves until they had gotten to know eachother and properly gone out.
"I want to know where you're from, your horses' names, if you'll go on a date with me to the basement, and how old you are." He grinned, pleased that he had actually slipped the date part in there. He wasn't shy with girls at all, but Skye was different and he could tell. He'd had so many one night stands in his life, maybe this time he wanted to do things differently. There was no telling how things would turn out.
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Post by solay on Dec 27, 2010 14:03:43 GMT -8
Coming Soon [/IMG] WARRIOR POET ONCE SAID ," you're not dead yet so live like you could be . " • • • • • • • • • • • • When he dropped my hand and changed his body position I was somewhat surprised. He was the one who made the hand move in the first place, why was he all of the sudden not into it? Whatever his reason was, I didn't push it. It wasn't too important, right?
"I want to know where you're from, your horses' names, if you'll go on a date with me to the basement, and how old you are."
I nodded as he started listing things and smiled at the date remark... then there was the age question. I knew how to handle this but usually no one cared enough to ask, they all just assume. "Well, I'm from a small-ish town about two or three hours away from here called Ducksberry. I have three horses, Dance, my thoroughbred I got when I moved here, Leroy, my medium welsh pony that my mom and I trained, and Derby, my two year old hanovarion x throughbred mare. I would love to go on a date with you and I don't care where it is." Now it was time for me to finish with how old I was. I was a bad liar, I couldn't do it for my life. I had other ways around things though. "Well how old do I look?" I bit my lip after I spoke but caught myself quickly and stopped.
I wondered what he would say, if he would even be close to right. For the record, I needed to become a better liar because these games were too hard to keep track of.
I looked down at my feet then back over to him. "Well what about you? All the same questions apply."
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Post by flynn on Dec 28, 2010 12:34:37 GMT -8
"Well, I'm from a small-ish town about two or three hours away from here called Ducksberry. I have three horses, Dance, my thoroughbred I got when I moved here, Leroy, my medium welsh pony that my mom and I trained, and Derby, my two year old hanovarion x throughbred mare. I would love to go on a date with you and I don't care where it is. Flynn listened intently to what she had to say about herself and grinned when she answered his question about the date. He nodded casually and gave her a small smile. "Okay well about the date, I'd rather take you to a nice resteraunt than a bar. How about dinner and maybe we could go for a ride?" Hopefully she didn't think that was too lame, but he didn't want her to think that he just wanted to get her drunk and in his bed. This was totally out of Flynn's character. Usually he would never talk to a stranger, much less ask them on a date. He had yet to make on sarcastic remark to her which was totally unlike him. His mouth was the one thing that always got him in trouble. Well that, and his rude attitude. She hadn't seen that side of him yet, but he didn't intend to show it to her any time soon. He could be nice, it was just easier being mean.
Flynn shrugged his shoulders at her question about her own age. He was guessing maybe she was eighteen, which would be perfectly okay because he just turned twenty. He spoke thoughtfully, giving her an extra year just so he didn't insult her. "I would say nineteen. Am I close?" He raised his eyebrows questioningly, awaiting her response. She wanted to know all the same questions about him that he had asked her. Let's see. "Well, I'm from New York originally, but I've been all accross the country with different foster homes and such. I have just one horse. He's a gray Quarter Horse named Dirty Bit, but I just call him Chester. He's a great cow horse who is kinda teaching me the ropes. I'm used to motorcyles, so it's taking a while for me to get the hang of the horses. I rode my first one when I was fifteen. Oh, and I'm twenty." He purposely left out the bit about him riding his first horse at an anger management therapy barn. She didn't need to know that part of his past. He was doing much better now, and rarely ever had a slip up.
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