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Post by m4ry23 on Feb 3, 2011 11:06:37 GMT -8
 hold tight with a leather fist;Lane opened up the fridge, his green eyes scanning over the two Budweisers, an almost empty gallon of milk, and some ranch dressing and bbq sauce. He groaned, closing the door and opening up the panty, it was empty. With Dixie in the house now it was like he could not keep food anywhere. He was just as bad, even though he was thin and athletic, he ate everything in sight. It was like both the Brooks children had tape worms. They were both blessed with high metobalism's, which was very lucky with how they ate. They were from the south, which ment they ate a lot of breads, breaded things, and greasy, deep fried things. Lane was the master of the BBQ'er and Dixie was the master inside the kitchen. Momma always said they would know how to cook.
Lane sighed, closing the door of the pantry and stepping back, he needed to go to Safeway. He was going hungry though, which was bad, because he always got more food then he needed, not that the budget really mattered. He had just won the Rodeo in Oklahoma City, so he had just gotten a big check, and with Dixie in she was helping out with money and stuff too, not that the PRCA cowboy needed it. He usually just told his sister to keep it and go by textbooks with it, because he knew she never actually went to her college classes unless it was Agriculture or Rodeo.
Lane was dressed in simple Cinch jeans, because they sponsered him and he got them for free, and a brown tee-shirt that said Cowboys Unlimited, Breaking Horses and Breaking Hearts. It was a very Lane shirt, no doubt about that. The whole saying pretty much summed up his life. His jeans were held on by a worn leather belt, with a big silver buckle that had his name on it and 'high point heeler'. He had so many buckles that he has won over the years, that he rarely wore the same one. He slid on a pair of boots that were sitting next to the door with no spurs on. His jeans did not quite make it all the way over the boot shafts, therefor half of the leg hung in and half of the leg hung out. It was no big deal, he was just going to safeway.
Lane grabbed a camo Mossy Oak hat that was labeled with Justin Boots and threw it on his head, a fish hook slid onto the bill for easy fishing access. He was such a little country boy, and he was damn proud of it. He slid his billfold into his back pocket and grabbed his keys off the key rack, walking out of the door and to his dually; and off to safeway he drove.
After circling the parking lot once, he found a spot where he could park his big truck, getting out and grabbing a basket on the way inside. Lane loved food, and if he was not a cowboy he would probably choose being a BBQ Grill Master as a second career. He was pretty handy in the kitchen too, and was known around his family for making kick ass chocolate chip, peanut butter cookies. It was almost dinner time, therefor last minute dinner shoppers and busy mothers were here, hearding their kids around and yelling at them for putting pudding in the basket. He smirked a bit, wheeling towards the meat isle. It was only him tonight, he was not sure where Dixie had run off too, but he was surely going to cook himself a nice steak dinner, not to mention he needed to stock up his fridge.
He went through the chilled asile, studying meet cuts and their fat and marbling content. In high school he was in FFA and was in meat judging, therefor he always picked out the best cuts. He grabbed a few packages of beef steaks, ground beef, and a roast. He moved down, grabbing chicken, pork, sausage, and some bacon, throwing it all into the basket before moving to the dry ingredient asile. He had a hankering for something fried and something sweet, so that was a prefect asile to go to to get flour and such. As he walked down he glanced at a girl with brown hair, a smile cross over his face. He was not to shy to strike up conversation wtih someone in a grocery store. He was Lane freaking Brooks, he was way less than shy. He walked towards her, grabbing a bag of flour, sugar, and then approaching her, looking at chocolate chips. He reached for a bag of dark chocolate and milk chocolate chips, "accidently" bumping into her slightly. He tossed the chips into his basket, glancing back at her and letting a charming smile come across his handsome face. "Sorry, I get excited around chocolate," he teased, leaning against his basket again.
His green eyes scanned around the asile, thinking what else he could grab and make. He was so hungry, therefor it was impossible not to let his munchies get in the way of things he actually needed. He grabbed a thing of vanilla frosting and a box of strawberry cake, also putting it into his basket, before glancing back at her. "You know, I've been told that I make the best chocolate chip cookies in Texas," he said with a laugh, lingering to make sure he got everything and waiting to see if he could strike up a conversation with this gorgeous brunette. There was something about her that was just beautiful. He was usually a blonde bimbo type of guy. "I'm Lane," he added, watching as an elder lady came down the asile, trying to reach for some muffin mix which was on the top shelf. He felt bad for the little old lady, walking up to her and grabbing what she was reaching for, "Here you go ma'am," he said, listening to her praise for a moment before tipping his hat and walking back to the pretty girl. He just wanted her to talk to him, his charm usually worked so well.
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Post by wrenshaffer on Feb 4, 2011 14:40:32 GMT -8
 yeah, i know it's not easy
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The sun streamed through her window, leading towards the couch where Wren was basking. It was late afternoon, and the last signs of day were slowly fading as she paused, drinking in the moment. She could've fallen asleep on the spot, but she knew better; she had to run a few errands before she even thought about going to sleep for the night. She let out a groan before sitting up, going into her room to change into some jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, pulling on a hoodie as her jacket. Her first stop was the grocery store; she'd been living off of diner food for the past couple of days she'd been in Addison, alongside tending to her two horses. She had already ridden them this morning, but she did want to check up on them before she went to bed tonight. That just happened to be her second stop, that is, if she had the willpower and energy to do so.
Getting in her car, she brushed a long, brown lock behind her ear, navigating her way to Safeway. There were quite a few people bustling around as she got out of the car, locking it behind her as she walked in the doors. She had her tote bag dangling from the crook of her elbow, her deep brown eyes scanning the store. She had never been here before, let alone bought anything here. Stuffing her keys in her bag, Wren started to weave through the aisles, putting things in her grocery basket. Milk, yogurt, eggs, cheese - all the basics. Wren did not like any kind of meat, therefore most classified her under the category 'vegetarian.' It didn't bother her so much, for it kept her figure slim and attractive, but she still would sometimes curse herself for not liking meat when eating out with friends. She would only order a salad, and sometimes that was offending to people, almost looking as if she didn't care. Wren didn't care about a lot of things, but even with her limited number of friends, she still took caution around them when eating.
Soon, Wren had made her way down aisle, searching for the vitals. Flour, sugar, brown sugar; the baking necessities. She dropped it in the basket, the weight getting greater. It's not like she couldn't carry it, for her strength was very deceiving at first glance. Her black painted nails skimmed the labels, looking around until she reached the chocolate. Only then did she realize the man coming up behind her, his sturdy frame bumping into her slightly before grabbing chocolate chips. "Sorry, I get excited around chocolate," He simply said, shooting her a big, attractive smile. If Wren were normal, persay, she would've flirted back, for she knew exactly what was going here. But, her unsociable nature came into play while she shrugged away from his gesture, her chocolate eyes averting his glance. She fought hard to keep herself in the moment, her body gestures telling it all. She knew she was being hard to get and a jerk, but why should she care?
"You know, I've been told that I make the best chocolate chip cookies in Texas," Wren slightly rolled her eyes, a small, crooked grin appearing on her features. She was amazed at how she was still dealing with this; he was good-looking and all, but not the type of guy she'd sleep with. The funny thing was that she was already assuming. That was how things went with her; you met a guy, went to his house, slept with him, and then went home, probably repeating the cycle if it was the weekend. Nothing seemed different; she was just taking a different approach. "I'm Lane, He said, Wren giving him a smirk with the one glance she allowed. She was a tease; it was just her nature. It came involuntarily, that is, most of the time. "Wren, she spoke, her tones smooth and collected.
After a moment or two, an elderly woman tried to reach something on the top shelf. Lane, who had given her some space, helped her and handed the box to her, the lady gratefully acknowledging him. She freed another little grin, her eyes glancing in his direction every once in a while. He was such an interestinf character; it almost made her want to laugh. Brushing her long, brunette hair out of her eyes, she looked at Lane for a moment, her small dimples showing as she giggled a little. She was already starting to feel comfortable around him - that was a first in her book.
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Post by m4ry23 on Feb 5, 2011 9:25:28 GMT -8
hold tight with a leather fist; It was totally a Lane thing to do, going to a grocery store and trying to hook up with a random girl. Not that he meant to, she was just damn beautiful. They always say you never know where you might meet someone, and the dry goods aisle was a pretty random place for Lane at least. He usually picked up chicks at bars or took home the Buckle Bunnies from Rodeos. But now he knew why, they seemed much more eager to even talk to him, unlike the sleek brunette that stood in front of him now.
Lane was not a guy to quit though, even if he had a bad day at a roping he wouldn't quit, no matter how pissed off he got. Quitting to Lane was like loosing, and he did not loose well. He was taught at a young age that loosing was unacceptable, and he held that priority ever since; he rarely lost. Lane didn't like to disappoint, it was one thing that could really break him down, being told that he had "disappointed" his family. Lane cared deeply about his family, and the family ties went back a long way.
A slow smirk came across Lane's lips as he got a small answer, 'Wren'. That was a start it seemed, as at first her body language seemed like it didn't even want to recognize the cowboy. He was not used to being shunned away, more like welcomed in with open arms and legs. This left him wanting more though, seeing a girl not so eager to give herself up to him. He thought back to her name, Wren, that was a little black bird or something like that, but it was a very pretty name. Wren, that is a beautiful name. It's a pleasure to meet you, Wren," he added in an easy tone, girls never made him nervous.
A small sigh escaped his lips, he was not used to getting this cold yet flirty shoulder. He noticed her small laugh, the cutest dimples in her cheeks when she did so. He couldn't help but smile, his hand situating his ball cap on his head, chuckling a bit to himself. What's it take to get a pretty girl like you to speak to a beat up cowboy like me? he asked, his right boot finding the bottom rack of the shopping basket where a case of beer was, leaning on his forearm along the handle, his green eyes looking back over to her.
For the first time he was kind of lost for words, it was a little odd. He didn't know quite what to say to her, but he had never been teased like this. He just wanted her to talk a little bit, he surely was not leaving without a fight though. That was also in his nature. Wren seemed like a different kind of girl, one that didn't situate her shirt to show him a glimpse of her breasts. He kind of liked it, the way she didn't come right out and fall all over him, though he was not quite sure how to react.
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Post by wrenshaffer on Feb 5, 2011 15:22:21 GMT -8
yeah, i know it's not easy
I KNOW THAT IT'S HARDJ U S T F O L L O W T H E L I G H T S T O T H E C I T Y- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The situation at hand was definitely a different one; she had never really liked the cowboy type, but there was definitely something about Lane that drew her in, even if she wasn't giving in just yet. Her locks fell casually around her shoulders as she moved her gaze abruptly to the shelves before her, picking out some baking soda. She was having an enjoyable time, even if she'd only had the guts to say her name. Her smile faded slowly away as she concentrated on the shopping part of this event, brushing past him as she made her way down the aisle. Stopping three or four steps later, she read labels and ingredients, dumping a couple of other things into her basket. It was only for the fun of it, after all, that she was being so stubborn, but she hoped that he would realize. Besides, she hadn't had one hook-up since she'd arrived in Addison.
After she had given him a one-worded reply concerning her name, the female listened intently as he spoke again, her gaze never leaving the shelves. "Wren, that is a beautiful name. It's a pleasure to meet you, Wren," For a moment, she thought he was kidding; she personally hated her name. But, when she did take the time to look at his features, there was no joking expression, no sly smirk. She genuinely believed him, and it showed as her big, brown eyes gained sudden interest in him and what he was saying. Her body stayed in the same position, however, turned slightly away. There was no way she was giving in, not this soon. She wasn't even sure if she was mentally ready to advance; she liked the game and the solution that never seemed to come when you wanted it to.
"What's it take to get a pretty girl like you to speak to a beat up cowboy like me?" Lane said, Wren letting out a chuckle. Her shy yet teasing nature was enough to fool anyone into attraction towards her, obviously. She glanced away before replying nonchalantly, sighing slowy. "Oh, trust me, you don't want to know." She flashed him another smirk before turning back to her grocery shopping. She had never expected any of this happening to her today; it was all unexpected and surprisingly fun. After a minute or two, she re-positioned her basket, placing it over the other arm. Today had been a long day, and Wren almost decided to finish and go home, but she refused and stayed put. This was all way too much fun to walk out on, now wasn't it?
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Post by m4ry23 on Feb 7, 2011 9:10:50 GMT -8
hold tight with a leather fist; Lane was quiet for a moment, watching her every mood. He was starting to catch on that this was a game, therefor he would make it a game. He was not sure how yet, but he would try to make it something involved in getting her to speak a little bit more. Lane racked his brain for games, but all he could come up with was drinking games, which sort of made him feel like a alcoholic. Such was life though, and for Lane that was sort of life. He was the cowboy type after all! They enjoyed their beer and their whiskey, but he refused to be an alcoholic, which was understandable because in all actuality he didn't drink a huge amount. He smiled a bit, his green eyes following her as she walked down the aisle more to grab a few things. He suddenly remembered his mission for coming here, stocking up his pantry and making himself some food.
He grabbed a few more things from this aisle that was near him, leaving his basket a few times, but keeping his eyes on her for most of the time. He gently set baking soda, brown sugar, toffee pieces, and some battering ingredients into his basket, realizing the girl had stopped and was just standing there now. His green eyes scanned hers, falling into the big brown ones that Wren wore. He stared into her for a moment before breaking away, the heel of his boot catching his shopping cart, leaning back wards. "How about for every word I get out of you, I get a point. And when I get to 10 points, you have to come over for dinner?" He asked, failing to mention that he was already at 1 word, which meant he had 1 point.
He smirked when he heard her speak again, shaking his head when he was told that he didn't want to know. "Oh trust me, I do," he replied with a smile. He crossed his arms over his chest, that was 7 words, all he needed was 3 more and dinner with her was a shoe-in. He didn't mind cooking for her, it was not like he wasn't going to be cooking anyway. He mind as well just cook a little more and share a meal with a pretty girl. "Is there anything I need to know about you? Like food allergies or vegetarianism?" he asked, obviously not a veggie kid himself because of the plethora of meat in his basket. He was from Texas though, a cattle ranch in Texas, therefor he would eat every part of a cow that he could. This included tongue, heart, and liver, which were not his favorite but still pretty delish in his mind.
"And I hope you like my famous chocolate chip cookies for dessert. Best cookies in Texas," he added, totally planning the dinner out and he had not even won yet. Thats how Lane was, he was always sure he was going to get what he wanted if he worked for it, and being the womanizer he was, he was working damn hard to even get a few words out of this girl. He never took this long to try and get a name or a bit of information, which intrigued him, therefor he was still here and hoping to score a dinner with a pretty brunette. He didn't think it was too much to ask, having dinner with him. Of course they had barely just met, but what better way to meet someone then for dinner. It was almost like a blind date. "And I promise I'm not a felon or a murdered. I will pass a background check with flying colors," he said, a larger smile forming over his chiseled features, hoping to put a little ease to her mind if she was thinking any of that stuff.
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Post by wrenshaffer on Feb 7, 2011 19:03:53 GMT -8
change the voices in your head
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With one daring glance, Wren found out that Lane was picking out a few items himself, telling the female that he was either losing interest or he just wanted to finish the shopping. His glance only momentarily left the female, keeping her staring straight ahead at the groceries. She didn't want to encourage anything; she was just here spontaneously, letting this ridiculously handsome man flirt with her. She couldn't believe how she was reacting, in the first place; Wren was never one to pick up guys in odd places, let alone grocery stores. For the most part, the men she slept with were usually found at bars or clubs. This was totally different territory than what she was used to. She wasn't backing down though; it's not often that you meet a hot guy at the grocery store.
At one point, Wren obliged to look over at him, their gazes meeting. Lane studied her for a moment, Wren standing very still as he spoke up. "How about for every word I get out of you, I get a point. And when I get to 10 points, you have to come over for dinner?" The female thought about this for a moment, coming to the conclusion that he was definitely joining this game of hers. Playing with the hem of her shirt, Wren glanced up, her features expressionless. After looking him over for just a moment, a smile broke out, leaving her voice unheard. He might as well win the hard way; it was better than not winning at all. She already had one word on him, which was her name. It wouldn't be smooth sailing from here on out, but she guessed it would be fun, none the less.
Once she had spoken again, she had nine words total, leaving her with only one to spare. She wanted to go to his house for dinner, deep down, but she couldn't spill her thoughts out now. Lane shook his head, an easy smile appearing on his lips. "Oh trust me, I do," Wren only raised her eyebrows at this comment, her teasing expression giving it all away. The twenty-year-old was having the time of her life, even if the odds were in Lane's favor. One word, that was all. She couldn't bring herself to say it before he spoke again, his assuming words signaling Wren to laugh. "Is there anything I need to know about you? Like food allergies or vegetarianism?" At first, she wasn't sure if she should be worried about him assuming or her own vegetarian eating habits. She wasn't stupid; she, of course, saw the great amount of meat in Lane's shopping basket. Brushing her wavy hair back through her fingers, she gave him an unsure look, her words coming out quieter. "Well, um, I..." She started, second-guessing her words before she blurted out the replacements. "I can't eat tomatoes. They make me feel sick." This wasn't entirely a lie; she had never really cared for that certain fruit.
Suddenly realizing she had said a total of ten words to him, she prepared her next sentence, only to be interrupted in her thoughts by Lane's handsome vocals. "And I hope you like my famous chocolate chip cookies for dessert. Best cookies in Texas," Wren chuckled, knowing exactly what she was going to say next. "How do you know for sure I'll come to dinner, with or without the point game?" She leaned her delicate frame against the grocery shelfing, one foot crossed over the other and her arms lightly crossed. Her chocolate eyes glimmered under the flourescent lighting as she stared him down, breaking out in laughter after a few moments of this composure. The laughter came easily; it always did with Wren, despite her troubled nature.
"And I promise I'm not a felon or a murdered. I will pass a background check with flying colors," Wren smiled, looking down at her shoes at his joking words. She sure as hell hoped so. Her voice stayed silent as she stood upright, moving away from the side of the aisle and moving towards Lane. He smelled like horses, obviously, not doubting that she did as well. She liked the sweet scent, however, and was incredibly used to it. She wasn't one to have a weak stomach; she could take on a lot of things, whether it be a horrid smell or a gory movie. It was one of those somehow unique traits about Wren, not that she had too many that she admitted to having or knew about.
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Post by m4ry23 on Feb 10, 2011 10:32:27 GMT -8
hold tight with a leather fist; Lane was actually kind of enjoying her hard to get nature. It was a breath of fresh air to have someone there, not falling over your every mood. Lane knew he was handsome, and Lane knew he was very successful for his young age of twenty two. He was a NFR Champion before he could even drink alcohol legally. Lane was ahead of the game, only he was unmarried and had one long distant child. His kind was a tender spot for him, at first when he left his son he didn't care, but as he got older he felt more and more like a douchbage. He felt like he couldn't just walk back into his life, but he also felt like he needed to. You could say he was scare, but Lane would admit to being an asshole before he admitted to being scared.
Lane studied her body language as he explained the game, finding it kind of cute the way she held the hem of her shit and stared expressionless before letting a smile creep over her features. He smiled himself, repositioning himself again because his last position on the basket was hurting his shoulder. He had torn his rotary cuff a year ago in practice, but he didn't let it bother him anymore. He worked it out and worked it enough that he was used to it, therefor when it started to hurt a little he just changed what he was doing so it didn't. He stood up, his hands just crossing over his chest as he stood there, waiting on her to say another word.
He noticed the look on her face when he asked about what she didn't like to eat, he raised one of his dirty blond eyebrows and waiting for her to talk. It would put her words over the limit, and therefor she would be coming home for dinner. It was only fair, they were the rules of the game! Lane was raised to eat everything at the dinner table or go hungry. His mom raised a garden and they raised their meats, so he was used to great home cooking like fried green tomatoes, zucchini bread, and fried okra. Jordanna Brooks also made sure all her kids knew how to cook, and Lane was probably the most successful in the kitchen. He always bragged about his cookies, but his real masterpiece, like most men, was breakfast. He made a kick ass breakfast. When he heard her voice crack in the middle of the sentence, he smiled a bit and nodded, "Our meal will be tomato-less then," he replied counting the words to over 10.
Lane was successful, in his mind anyway. He knew that she had said over 10 words, and he had a feeling that she wanted to come over anyway. He glanced at her when she spoke again, asking how he knew that she would actually come over anyway. "Well first off, you never actually rejected my invitation anyway. And you also just told me what not to cook you. And well, it might break my heart if you say no," he replied smoothly, his green eyes watching as he walked toward her. He smiled, he knew he had won and a pretty girl was now coming over for dinner with him. It was a damn good thing he had cleaned up today around the house, or else she might have come in to sweaty, dirty rodeo kid house.
He took a few steps toward her, meeting her near the middle of the aisle. He reached out and gently brushed a stand of her brunette hair away from her face, a smile on his face. "Now, I can either give you directions and a time, come pick you up in a bit, or you can just come with me," he said to her, dropping his hand from her face and looping his thumb threw his belt buckle. He was kind of excited, he had never worked this hard to get a girl to come over to his place. Usually they begged him, but she seemed different, almost mysterious in a way, and that was sexy to him. watch out when he starts to twist! |
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Post by wrenshaffer on Feb 11, 2011 21:28:21 GMT -8
 
"Our meal will be tomato-less then," Lane replied to her statement. Wren gave him a nod, resting her body against the shelving. She was feeling even more nervous as the minutes went by, counting down to the moment where she would go for dinner. Usually, it wasn't like Wren to get a little nervous, but at these circumstances, she had a right to. Lane was incredibly handsome, and he knew it; if only she could figure herself out the same way. She had no idea what she wanted to do with her life, or why she was even here in the first place. She always thought it was some big joke, and that everyone would just work their asses of during their lifetime for nothing. We were all going to die in the end, right? So what exactly was the point?
Her teasing posture was very obvious as she asked him a rather stupid question, her intent mostly towards drawing him in. It was something that came second nature to Wren, being a tease. Despite her reserved personality, she knew how to have fun and did so quite often. It was probably what made her so attractive to men, most likely. Sometimes she just couldn't help herself, and had to make it harder than it needed to be. She wanted to go to dinner with him, of course, but she needed to put the extra enjoyment in doing so. Otherwise, she would be bored out of her mind.
Lane soon interrupted her thoughts as he spoke, tones smooth. "Well first off, you never actually rejected my invitation anyway. And you also just told me what not to cook you. And well, it might break my heart if you say no," Wren joined in on his smile, now standing right in front of him. This was getting more and more interesting by the seconds, actually. "Okay, smartass. You win." She replied, her smile never fading as her light, joking words came. Wren couldn't remember the last time she had had this much fun with a guy. In fact, she might not have. Usually, she was out and in their bed within ten minutes, sometimes even five. It was quick and painless, to tell the truth. That was why Wren didn't bother with any of that dating crap. It just caused pain - the kind that never goes away.
Lane took the extra two steps to meet her in the middle of the aisle, his rough hand brushing a stray lock of her dark brown hair away from her features. Wren had been under these circumstances before, but she'd never been so attentive as to what was happening. This time, she was wide awake, and her senses were picking up everything. She somehow liked it better the other way, however, not knowing what was going on. It was the benefit of the doubt, to a certain degree. This time around, she was breaking all the rules, no matter what happened. It felt better, more true, than usual. This was an added bonus, for the female usually had such a guilty conscience that she would hardly do anything out of the ordinary.
"Now, I can either give you directions and a time, come pick you up in a bit, or you can just come with me," He said, a smile still present on his features. Wren already knew the answer. She took a few moments to have everything sink in, before she set the words in stone. She had nothing to do tomorrow anyway, except tend to her horses. Other than that, she had lots of time to waste, and was keen on spending most of her time tonight with Lane, if he allowed. "I can pick up my car in the morning," She said softly, closing the gap in between them. It was time to snap the trap, to say it simply.
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Post by m4ry23 on Feb 13, 2011 17:34:09 GMT -8
hold tight with a leather fist; Lane started to ponder about what to make, now that only tomatoes seemed off the board. He was thinking like a fried chicken or something like that, but then again he was also thinking that she looked dainty and not the heavy fooded type. Of course it was wrong to judge a book by its cover, his sister Dixie ate so unhealthy and she was thin, so one never knew. It was hard to read people sometimes, especialy with things like food. He let the thoughts float out of his mind, telling himself he would just figure it out when he got home. Then he could size up everything and prepare the perfect meal for the girl that he had just got a date with, at the grocery store.
A smirk fell across his face when she called him a smartass. He was always like that, he had a certain way with words, like the actor that portrayed Cody Lambert in the movie 8 Seconds. Though he did not always have a poetic way of words, he could always seem to say just the right things. Wether it was to get his way, get someone to feel bad for him, or sweep a girl off her feet. "Oh, I only say the truth. And loosing isn't an option in my family," he said with a wink. It was totally true though, he wasn't one to give up that easy. If she would have said no, he would have somehow persisted without seeming desperate. He would have used his cowboy charm to suck her into saying yes. It worked everytime, but he did not have to do that this time. She accepted and he had a date.
Lane's green eyes fell over her face again as he moved the hair away, watching as the gap closed between them. Every inch of his body said to lean in and kiss her. It was what usually the extra step towards his body ment. He wanted to kiss her; he wanted to do a lot more to her, of course, but he would keep his cool and stick to just looking into her eyes as they stood together in the asile. His nostrils filled with her scent, catching a small amount of barn in her girlish smell, but she still smelt amazing. He was sure he smelt like sweaty cowboy, covered in dirt and horse sweat. He had been at the barn most of the morning today. Though he had showered when he came home, he messed with a bunch of tack and sweaty blankets when he got out. It was amazing how the smell seemed to linger around him, it was like perma-stained on him. Not that he mined, horses and barn were a beautiful scent to him.
Lane waited a moment as she thought about his offer to get her to dinner. He was more than happy to bring her home, suddenly even more extatic that he had actually cleaned the house today. It's not that his house got messy a lot, more like mud and dirt tracked though mostly. He turned his head down to her a bit, listening as she said she could get her car in the morning. He smiled, he would be coming back by anyway on his way back to the barn. He was more than happy to bring her, "Sounds great. I have to be this way in the morning anyway," he replied, his hand slipping around to the middle of her back as he turned. He gently took it off, breaking the gap between them to walk. "I just have to grab a few more things while I am hear though," he added, not moving far from her. He didn't want her to run off from him or something! That would be cold hearted for sure. watch out when he starts to twist! |
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