don't be S H Y. (ashley.)

[brantley]

well i'm starting to fall in love
• A N D I T ' S G E T T I N G T O O M U C H •

• it's not often that i slip up •
and it's just my luck !

The area surrounding Brantley's appartment was fresh and exciting. There was always something going on, considering it was directly in the middle of everything. He was literally in walking distance of basically everything Addison had to offer. It really was convenient, seeing how he loved being the center of attention. The appartment building was very old, one of the oldest in the town actually. However, the interior had been completely renovated, giving the inside a very modern and stylish feel. Brantley's appartment was what one would consider lavish. He had the nicest of everything. His grandparents were loaded, and he got a share of this wealth weekly. Yeah, he was a little old to be living off of their money, but they were offering, so any smart person would take it. It's not like he hadn't worked enought for them growing up without pay. The ranch back in Montana sure as hell didn't run itself. Brantley was grateful for his grandparents, but it was time for them to give him his fair share of cash. They did just that, too.

Walking into the appartment the first thing one sees is a large living room area with black, leather couches and a plasma television mounted on the wall. A few decorative vases and trinkets are placed sporadically around the room to give it a little zest. The kitchen is visible over a bar filled with every kind of alcohol imaginable. The appliances are all stainless steel, and the island in the middle is covered in granite, as are the rest of the countertops. Another plasma is mounted near the bar in case he wanted to watch t.v. while cooking. It really was quite convenient. Brantley had two bedrooms in the appartment, one being the master, and one being the guest room. His room was decorated in shades of black, gray, and white. It was an elegant looking room, to say the least. Another plasma sat on a black stand in front of his kind size bed covered in two hundred thread count egyptian cotton sheets. His closet was bigger than most girls closets are, but he really did have a ton of clothes. He even had the guest closet full of his outfits. The master bath was all granite with a bathtub and a seperate shower. Overall, the appartment was fancy. Everything was of the best quality, and Brantley wouldn't have it any other way.

When Brantley and the still no named girl entered the appartment, it was silent. The peace and quiet felt magnificent to him. His headache instantly subsided, and he knew with some advil it would disappear altogether. He nodded towards the large couch and said, "Have a seat, make yourself at home." He walked to the bar and grabbed a beer from the mini fridge underneath it. He popped the top and handed in to the blonde. "Are you hungry? I'm gonna make me some food. Trust me, I'm an extremely good chef." He actually wasn't lying. He always exxaggerated everything he did to make himself sound better, but in this case he actually was an extremely talented cook. His food was delicious and he enjoyed preparing meals for people. He grabbed a bottle of wine from the cooler and poured a glass for himself. He used this to swallow three advil before opening up the fridge. It was stocked with every kind of food imaginable. He leaned back and yelled towards the living room, "What kinda food do you like? I have everything." He slid a barstool accross the tile floors and sat down, tired from the long day. Once he got dinner going, he would go and chat with his new friend.

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[maddie]

Ridin 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin from ol' John Law
I got the booze in the boot, move it over Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw

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Stepping into the wrather large appartment, she smirked at what she saw. So he was loaded? Or at least someone he knew was. She took a second to take a look at everything, her eyes running on the walls and over the furniture. This was nice, and she wasn't sure how she felt about it. Growing up her parents had a decent house, but a nicer barn. All of the money went to the farm, and it showed. They were never really at their house anyways, her father was always working with the horses or cattle and her mother at the vet clinic. Her and her brother were left to fend for themselves, basically, which meant they got into whatever they could find around the farm. They had workers there that kept a good eye on them, so they wouldn't get themselves killed. Most of the time they ran around in the fields, rode horses, or helped their father clean stalls or doctor the cattle. She grew up knowing how to work hard, but play harder, which is exactly what she lives by now.

As he gestured to her to sit down, she plopped down on the couch. Looking around again, she glanced back as a beer was being handed to her. Well well, mister nice guy. She took it, taking a sip. "So is being an ass just a public thing, or what?" She asked to herself, but loud enough to where he could hear her. She leaned her head back and looked behind her. This place was pretty nice. She couldn't help but be impressed. As he walked into the kitchen, she got up. Taking her beer with her, she walked around the room. She looked at the various decorations, if you must, and the pictures in the room.

Hearing his voice again, she turned around. Walking back to the couch, she pondered to herself. So he was a cook? She'd just have to see what would happen here "I'm in the mood for an omlet.." she said, thinking again "with cheese.." she added before laughing slightly at herself. That probably sounded weird, but that's what she wanted. She hadn't ate since about 3 that day and she hadn't realized she was hungry until he mentioned it. "If you can handle that.." She teased slightly, grinning to herself. She sat down, pulling out her cellphone. She usually looked at her phone when she was alone, or bored. It was just something to do to fill the time. She had some cool games on there, too.

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Duct tape on that license plate, a 6 gun in the dash
Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar
Brother I’m hell on wheels

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Outfit

[brantley]

well i'm starting to fall in love
• A N D I T ' S G E T T I N G T O O M U C H •

• it's not often that i slip up •
and it's just my luck !

Brantley was relieved when the blonde sat down on the leather couch without putting up a fuss about anything. Most girls he brought home always needed to go to the bathroom to 'freshen up'. She seemed like a simple enough girl, despite her bitchy attitude towards him. He could take it, and dish it back with much more force, so he wasn't too worried about it. He flipped on the sixty five inch t.v. and tossed to remote next to her on the couch. "Watch whatever you want." With that said, he pulled his shirt off over his head as he walked towards his room. Sweatpants sounded like a really good idea. His tanned body disappeared around the corner where he grabbed a tshirt and shed his jeans. He entered the laundry room and opened the dryer only to find that none of his clothes were in there. Crap..he had left his laundry basket in the living room. He looked down at his pantless form and shrugged. She could deal with it. He came back around the corner with just a white vneck on, and his eyes found the basket near the front door. He walked over to it casually and pulled on some navy sweatpants. Much better.

"So is being an ass just a public thing, or what?" He laughed openly at her words and shook his head, "Nope it's definitely an all the time thing. However, I am hospitable. Besides, we're friends aren't we?" In truth, he just wasn't in the mood to put up with her sarcasm. He figured if he acted a little nicer, then maybe so would she. Although, he didn't really think handing her a beer and telling her to sit on his couch was technically what one would call 'nice'. Brantley doubted that he even had a nice bone in him. He once made a little girl cry at the mall and he didn't even feel an ounce of sympathy. It just wasn't in his nature to care about other people. Some would even go as far to say he didn't have a heart. It was, indeed, a bit drastic, but if he did have one he sure as hell didn't use it.

Brantley laughed as she questioned his cooking skills with something as simple as an omelette...with cheese. He had been making those since he was three. His grandmother was the equivalent to Paula Dean or something. He was raised in the kitchen. He opened the fridge quickly and pulled out the eggs from the top drawer. He grabbed a block of fresh cheddar cheese and the grater from one of the many stained cupboards. "I'm pretty sure I can handle that...I don't know though. Omelettes can be pretty tricky." His voice dripped with sarcasm as he grabbed a frying pan and turned on the electric stovetop. Various spices and herbs were added to the eggs after he mixed them in a clear, glass bowl. He grabbed the salt and pepper shakers from the table and threw a little of each in there, too. By then, the pan was hot and Brantley continued to make the omelette. He added a layer of cheese over the top of the finished product and watched as it melted to perfection. A few snips of parsley outlined the plate as he added a few squirts of ketchup in a decorative fashion on the outside of the plate. He smiled at his masterpiece and took the plate back into the living room. He set it on the black coffee table in front of her and raised his eyebrows. "I'd say I handled it pretty well. What do you think, Blondie?" He had yet to learn her name, so he figured Blondie was an appropriate nickname for her. He doubted she would appreciate it, but he didn't really give a damn.

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[maddie]

Ridin 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin from ol' John Law
I got the booze in the boot, move it over Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw

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Taking the remote, she casually began flipping channels. She wasn't sure what to put it on, she didn't watch much TV. She preferred to ride, or drink, or atleast something a little less boring. Glancing over as he entered the room in just his undies, she couldn't help but smirk. "What a slut," She said in a joking manner, returning her eyes to the TV. She sighed as she flipped to yet another channel, deciding to leave it there as he wandered back to the kitchen. She was ready for an omelet. "Yep, friends.." She said as she got lost in the TV show. It was something on Discovery about haunted houses. She'd always loved to watch that shit, she had a fascination with it. She found it hard to watch it by herself, though, it gave her the creeps.

As she heard him talk from the kitchen about the omelet she laughed. Hearing things going on in there, she took a deep breath and shook her head. She hadn't had anything to eat in awhile, she sometimes got so busy that she just forgot to eat a thing. She could eat Mexican food all the time, though. Growing up thats all they usually ate in her home town. It was easy to get to, easy to have. Plus you got free salsa!

As he walked in and sat the plate in front of her, she nodded. She tilted her head as she studied it, quite confused. How did he, Brantley, make such a beautiful dish? She wasn't sure, but she was interrupted from her thoughts. Blondie. She looked up at him, squinting a little bit. She couldn't help but laugh under her breath, it wasn't the first time she'd been called that. "Ashley," She said before taking her fork in her hand. She cut a piece out of the omelet, taking the first bite. "Well well well," She chimed sweetly, "this isn't so bad after all!" She winked, and took another bite. "How the hell did you learn to cook?" She asked, not bothering to look up again. He wasn't so hard to talk to when he was't busy being a bloody asshole.

She could cook a few things, but never bothered to. She'd wrather just eat out and get fat. She had a high metabolism though, thankfully. She'd be bigger than her horse and another put together if she didn't. She probably wouldn't care, though. The horses helped keep her in shape. Not every girl does farm work. You had to be able to carry full water buckets, pick up feed bags, and carry multiple saddles at once. She was proud of it, but she didn't let it ruin her girly side. She could be one of the boys, or one of the girls. Just depending on what mood you got her in. Most of the time she was just another guy, though.

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Duct tape on that license plate, a 6 gun in the dash
Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar
Brother I’m hell on wheels

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Outfit

[brantley]

well i'm starting to fall in love
• A N D I T ' S G E T T I N G T O O M U C H •

• it's not often that i slip up •
and it's just my luck !

Blondie's words about him being a slut brought a silly grin to his face as he walked across the room. "You know it." He winked and gave her a seductive smile before retreating back to his room to finish dressing. Once he finished, Brantely returned to the kitchen and got out the ingredients for a cheese quesadilla. He was really craving one, and he wasn't sure why. Usually he wasn't a very big Mexican food eater, but today was one of those days when he needed something spicy. Brantley went through phases when it came to food. He liked to cook different things all the time, but he would stick with one overall type of food for a pretty good amount of time before moving onto the next. He whipped up the quesadilla in just minutes, and he grabbed some tortilla chips from the pantry and poured a bowl of caliente salsa. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he sat down on the comfy leather couch. He had been going nonstop all day, and it felt good to just relax for a minute. Brantley was pleased when he saw that she was enjoying the omelette he had made her. Most people found it extremely hard to believe that he was such a good chef, but it was one of his few hobbies that he liked to keep a secret. He mainly just cooked for himself and the girls he brought home. Other than that, he didn't like for people to know that he was a prodigy in the kitchen. Taking a huge bite out of the food in front of him, he listened as the blonde told him her name in response to his nickname he chose for her. "Ashley" She looked like an Ashley, but it was too late for that. She was already Blondie in his mind. "Eh. I prefer to just stick with Blondie. It fits." Brantley shrugged his shoulders and leaned back in the couch, already full from the few bites he had eaten. This always happened, his head was bigger than his stomach. He always made food and could never finish it. He pushed the plate towards Ashley and nodded at the half eaten quesadilla. "Have some if you want, I'm stuffed. It's really good, too." He laughed at her question about where he learned to cook. That was everybody's reaction when they tasted his food.

"I grew up at my grandparent's ranch in Montana. My grandmother was an extremely good cook and I spent a lot of time with her in the kitchen. I picked up a few of her recipes, and I even took a couple classes in college. Believe it or not, I am very well rounded." He decided to leave out the part about how his parents were dead. That was a lot to throw on someone you just met two hours ago. He usually didn't share that information with anybody. It just wasn't something that needed to be said. Brantley didn't care to talk about the subject, either. Sure, he was sad that his parents had died, but he thought that there was no use crying over spilled milk. He couldn't change the past, and neither could anybody else after he told them. The few people he had shared this part of his past with called him insensitive and heartless, but truth is, Brantley found it difficult to talk about his parents when he knew so little about them. He was young when they died, and the only memories he had were a few pictures in a scrapbook his grandmother had made him. Brantley refused to dwell on the past. That probably explained his outrageous and spontaneous lifestyle. He didn't like to be in one place too long. He had to keep things moving forward in order to run from the past.

Brantley noticed that Ashley had chosen to watch some show about haunted houses on the Discovery Channel. He stared at the screen blankly for a few minutes and tore his eyes away to look in her direction. "This is what you chose to watch? I have five hundred channels, and this is what you pick? What kind of garbage is this? It's so creepy..." He laughed sarcastically and snatched the remote out of her hands. He was definitely a sports guy, but he doubted that she liked them. Most girls didn't like to watch sports when they came over. Then again, most girls he brought home, he didn't watch t.v. with them. He had to admit, he found it rather strange to just be sitting on the couch next to a girl without making a move or him being jumped. It was a refreshing change, weird, but refreshing. "I have to say, I'm a little out of my element with this whole friend thing. I don't have friends that are girls." He knew he probably sounded like an idiot, but this was the one area where he wasn't experienced. Girls never wanted to be his friends, so he just didn't push the matter. He was perfectly fine just having them around as playthings, but he never actually talked to them about things deeper than sex or alcohol.

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[maddie]

Ridin 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin from ol' John Law
I got the booze in the boot, move it over Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw

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After finishing her omelet, she stayed in an upright intense position on the couch. Watching the TV, she was obviously really into this show. She got off in her own little world, when she rarely watched TV. It was like multitasking, she thought about the show and a few other things. Mostly related. She was quick to wander. She noticed Brantley walking to his room, to the kitchen, and making more noise. Picking up her beer, she took a sip. She was pretty happy now, and full. She yawned, pushing her boots off of her feet. She had on bright pink socks with snowflakes on them, which was probably kind of dumb but she loved them. She smiled as she crossed her legs on the couch.

Noticing him walk back over, she returned her eyes to the TV. He had something to eat, too. It looked pretty good, but she was already too full. "I'm alright, if I eat anything else I might explode" She said and smiled, still looking at the TV. As he started to talk again, she looked back at him. Hearing that he grew up with his Grandparents, she figured something had happened to his parents. She payed attention to details, anyone normal would've asked about his parents. She figured she shouldn't, she didn't want to make him say anything he didn't want to. Not that, that would ever happen. He was pretty opinionated. "Well rounded?" She asked and laughed, "no no, you seem quite well rounded." She smiled at herself, shaking her head.

When he grabbed the remote from her, she let her mouth open wide. She loved that show! "What's wrong with you!" She said, reaching for the remote again "you big baby!" she said and laughed. She figured he wouldn't give it back, but it was worth the try. She was use to fighting her brother for things, so she could hold her own. She took on karate class as a kid, though, and hated it. She wasn't into the whole being taught thing, she'd much wrather figure things out on her own.

She leaned back on the couch, laughing as he talked about them being friends. She found it funny how weirded out he was. "You need to stop freakin' out," She said "the only difference is I'm not your slut, your not mine, and we actually talk about things." She smirked at him, rolling her eyes "you know, like regular people do?" She laughed again before looking up at the TV again, shaking her head playfully. She kinda liked this guy, he was cool. He wasn't boring that's for sure. She liked the kind of person who was talking with you, not just letting you do all the talking. Or vice versa. She did tend to talk a lot, though, which she got from her mom. Her brother was soft spoken and quieter, like their dad. Though Ashley wasn't as bad as her mom, they were definatly quite alike.

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Duct tape on that license plate, a 6 gun in the dash
Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar
Brother I’m hell on wheels

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Outfit

[brantley]

well i'm starting to fall in love
• A N D I T ' S G E T T I N G T O O M U C H •

• it's not often that i slip up •
and it's just my luck !

Brantley shrugged his shoulders when she turned down the rest of his quesadilla. He ripped off one more bite and swallowed it before pushing the plate to the middle of the coffee table. He stood up casually and grabbed a beer from the fridge before rolling his eyes at her comment about him being well rounded. He could sense her sarcasm, and quite honestly, it was refreshing to have someone that could keep up with his sense of humor. Brantley had just gotten comfortable on the couch again when he heard a low whine coming from the laundry room. He willingly gave Ashley the remote when she fought back for it. "Fine, ya brat. Take it." He got up quickly and jogged across the apartment, mentally kicking himself for forgetting about his dog. The Border Collie was almost too quiet. He often didn't remember the dog was there until he needed to go outside and put up a fuss. Brantley kicked open the door and was immediately greeted by the black and white dog with tons of kisses. Brantley laughed as the puppy leaped into his arms and wiggled like a fish. He made his way back into the living room, dog in his arms.

"Blondie, there's someone I want you to meet." He set the dog on the couch and it immediately leaped into her lap. "This is Buckle." He grinned as Buckle jumped from the couch and started running circles around the room. Brantley walked into the kitchen and filled his dog bowl full of puppy food. A low whistle emerged from his lips and the pitter patter of claws against the wood soon revealed Buckle running his way, towards the food. Brantley left the dog to eat and returned to the couch. "Sorry about that...He's a little hyper." Brantley had gotten the dog from a trainer back in Montana. Buckle was the runt of the group and was almost put down, but Brantley saved him at the last minute. He definitely had a soft spot when it came to animals.

""You need to stop freakin' out," She said "the only difference is I'm not your slut, your not mine, and we actually talk about things. You know, like regular people do?" Brantley laughed at her explanation of friends and nodded his head lightly. "I am nobody's slut, bitch." He shrugged lightly and questioned her, "So what do you want to talk about, Blondie?" He wasn't used to talking with girls, because usually he didn't care what they had to say. It was so much easier to just sleep with them, but he figured Ashley was cool enought to chat with.

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