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Post by CARTER LYNN JACKSON on Sept 1, 2010 16:49:27 GMT -5
 it's a quarter after one, i'm all alone[/colour][/font][/size] and i need you now[/center] it was kind of nice, just sitting there in the park to talk to him. true, she still knew very little about tyron, but that really didn't make him any less interesting as far as she was concerned. they were seated in perhaps one of the darker areas of the park, and although she normally would have been a little leary of what was going on around her, carter found that she had no trouble sitting there with him at all. when he said something about her not yet becoming annoying, carter glanced over, a little fearfully until she heard the slight teasing in his voice. instantly her lips parted into a bright smile, eyes lowering again at having been embarassed at thinking he might have been serious. not that it would have been news to her, mind you. carter had annoyed her fair share of people simply by chattering on and on, sometimes forgetting to breathe in the process. but that was who she was, like it or not. and from what she was beginning to gather, tyron didn't seem to mind too terribly much. not yet anyway.
the brunette nodded slowly, her smile softening. if there had been a place back home for her to pursue music on the level that she had wanted, there was no question that she would have remained. if not because her daddy would have forbid her from leaving. but as it was, she had disobeyed him anyway and headed out into the world, a world that she had never seen before in order to take a chance at her dream. was it likely that she would get too far? not really. her daddy had always said that music wasn't a solid career, which was why he encouraged her to remain in their little slice of the american dream and raise a family. at least there would be love for her there. but the world was cold and cruel, he had warned her over the course of her childhood, people would not always be honest about the way you were. they used you...exploited you...
"my daddy wasn't too happy when i told him i wanted to come to new york," the girl admitted sadly, her voice softening a little. "he'd have stopped me if he'd known i was actually leavin'."
she didn't want to think about it, but she had been haunted by the very image of her daddy since she had left home, knowing that she would shame him in the eyes of their tiny community and probably be the cause of another fight between him and her mama. one had always supported carter, the other had discouraged her, and once her mother's aunt had found out...well, she kinda freaked. that was a night she tried desperately to forget, even for the sake of just trying to rid herself of the guilt that she felt at being the cause of it all. all because of a dream, her family was set against one another. all because carter wanted something more out of life, she was finding herself in the midst of a war.
with a small shake of her head, the brunette glanced back up at tyron, trying to ignore that sinking guilt again. "almost all my life," she said with a small nod. "mama introduced me to broadway when i was real little, and daddy brought my up on country music. i can't really remember when i started singin', but it's one of the only things i really love to do anymore."
she offered tyron a small smile, rather pleased to see that he was beginning to look a little more comfortable with their conversation. given the time of the night, she was actually a little surprised that they had managed to speak for so long, perhaps almost an hour now, but she dared not look around for the time. he might think she was growing bored and looking for an escape that way. instead she shifted a little on the bench, moving the muscles that had tensed during their stationary time. there were a few creaks and pops, creeping her out a little at how stiff she had really been. but oh well, it was worth it. to be honest, she was rather enjoying their conversation, as small as it was.
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Post by TYRON ROBERT ROBINSON on Sept 2, 2010 16:48:04 GMT -5
 Sanctus Espiritus! Is this what we deserve? Can we break free from chains of never-ending agony? [/sub][/center][/font] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [/size] Tyron raised a brow at Carter’s words. Her dad would have stopped her if he’d known she was coming? Did that mean that she had just up and left? Tyron would admit, he was never the perfect kid. He went to parties, he’d had to call his Dad drunk and lost once. But for the most part, he was a pretty good kid, he could have been a lot worse. But just up and leaving New York without telling his parents? He didn’t think he could do that… There was just something very wrong with that. It was different from his father asking him to do laundry as a teenager and just ignoring him. It was a complete lack of disrespect. If Tyron had wanted to go somewhere, he would go. But he’d at least tell his father straight out that he was going for whatever reason, and that he did respect his father’s wishes, but he was his own person. That’s what he had to say when he moved out. His mother had been terrified that he’d hang himself if he lived on his own.
“You didn’t tell him you was leaving? You just up and left without telling your folks? You’re brave ain’t’cha?” He replied, raising one brow slightly. “My Dad would’a killed me if I gave him that much disrespect.” He added, shaking his head. Okay. Kill was just a little bit of an exaggeration but the point remained. “Not to be rude or nothing. I just… Well I mean…” He trialed off, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. He kind of backed himself into a corner and wasn’t exactly sure what to say. He didn’t mean to make it sound as if he thought she was disrespectful, or anything like that. But he wasn’t sure how to explain what he did mean. What did he mean? He didn’t even know.. .Trail of thought just up and vanished on him…
Ah. So she was one of those girls that had been raised on broadway musicals. Tyron could never say there was anything that caught him about musicals. Heck, he lived less then a half hour from Broadway and never once gone to see anything on it. He’d seen a couple musicals on DVD but usually that was just because it was either his mother’s choice or had been Beth’s choice. Beth had always been a huge Grease fan. If not for the musical aspect, simply because she’d always loved the storyline. Tyron had always hated Grease and mocked it a lot of the time they watched it. Now a days that made him feel guilty, that he’d never accepted her favourite movie. Don’t start on yourself. he told himself quickly, like his therapist had told him. Don’t dwell on things that he needn’t feel guilty about. All guys hated Grease, at least the ones he knew. So it was only natural for him to feel the same way. No guilt.
“Never been a fan of country music myself… Or musicals.” He admitted, forcing a small smile her way, as if asking for her acceptance, even if he wasn’t fully into her likes. “But I used to like singing.” He added quietly. Okay. He wasn’t sure where it came from, but he was pretty sure that was his brain’s lame attempt to connect with her. Why? He didn’t know… Maybe because his therapist told him to. She’d told him that he needed to get out, make friends and move on with his life. He hadn’t been making any effort thus far, so why he was starting now was a mystery to him. Maybe because he thought he could hang around this girl. And maybe it was partially to appease Leon. He didn’t want to piss off his cousin by blowing off his friend. Last thing he needed was losing the one family member who really stood by him.
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Post by CARTER LYNN JACKSON on Sept 3, 2010 16:56:33 GMT -5
it's a quarter after one, i'm all alone [/colour][/font][/size] and i need you now[/center] yes, carter had packed her few precious belongings and some clothes into a suitcase and left without a word to either of her parents. but that was the only thing she could do to escape the cow town in which she had been brought up. don't get her wrong, she loved her hometown the way most people did, but there was only so much that she could do there without feeling trapped and isolated from the rest of the world. the furthest she had been until now was the next county over, for a fair when she was twelve years old. he said there was never any need to leave, nothing else to see that could compare to the sight of the wheat fields in the summer. but carter had disagreed, which didn't go over well when her daddy had said that she wouldn't belong in new york.
needless to say, there had been a rather large arguement at the jackson household that evening, one that left carter in tears and her mama still fighting with daddy. it had been one of the worst night's ever for carter, but had proven to be the night that she finally made up her mind to leave. it had taken a lot of time and planning, but she finally summoned up the courage that she needed to pick up the suitcase and run before anyone could drag her back. she was of course able to make it to new york without many problems, and now that she was here, she had no intention of ever going back.
"i couldn't stay there, tyron," she told him softly. "i'd never get anywhere. i'd rather take my chances here in new york then go back home and never have taken the chance."
she glanced up at him, and then quickly tore her eyes away as she found herself once more trying to read the emotions on his face. one step at a time, she reminded herself quietly. he wouldn't respond if she pulled and pushed the entire time. she had to give him a chance to start talking to her. if she was meant to help, then maybe that was the first step, right? wow, this was a lot harder then she thought. not only did it require that she restrain her tongue, but now she also had to worry about what she said, because by the tone of voice he used when he said he used to like singing, it was a subject that wasn't very easy for him to discuss. wait, what? oh carter, pay attention she screamed mentally.
carter lifted her eyes, tilted her head as she spoke curiously. "used to?" she asked him, leaning forward over her knees a little. "why 'used to'?"
should she have asked? she wasn't entirely sure yet, but she was entirely too curious to just let it go. after all, since he was the one who brought it up, it was fair game. right? the brunette chewed a little nervously on her bottom lip, almost expecting him to explode on her. and from what she had seen a little earlier, that wasn't entirely impossible. mind you, she would probably have it coming, and if he really needed to lash out at her like that, then it was probably for a good reason. after all, leon wouldn't have asked her to speak to him for nothing.
"penny for your thoughts?" she tried gently.
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Post by TYRON ROBERT ROBINSON on Sept 3, 2010 21:15:42 GMT -5
Sanctus Espiritus! Is this what we deserve? Can we break free from chains of never-ending agony? [/sub][/center][/font] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [/size] In some ways, Tyron did understand why she came to New York. Her dreams weren’t something attainable unless you left the small town and moved to the big city. Even then, New York, Nashville and LA were some of the better choices in anything music related. Or so he thought… What did he know? He wasn’t seeking that dream anymore. Still… He didn’t think it was right to just up and leave, no matter what she said. Then again, who was he to judge, who was he to say what was wrong and right in Carter’s life? He didn’t know her that well, and he certainly didn’t know her parents. So he was going by his own life, his own parents… And for all he knew they were all on separate spectrums. So rather then reply, he let the subject go. He didn’t want to pry and push into her past. He wasn’t keen on the thought of her doing it to him, so why would he do it to her? That’s just make him a hypocrite. Which of course was pretty stupid… So he simply gave her a swift nod and kept his mouth shut.
And of course she asked him why… He knew he shouldn’t have said anything. He just knew it. But no, the comment had to slip from his lips without his thoughts. Fantastic, just what he wanted to discuss with her… Oh sweet irony. At first he considered just not opening his mouth. That would give her a hint right? A very obvious request of a subject change. But of course ‘penny for your thoughts’ came up and he felt that he couldn’t just sit there. It was rude. He didn’t want to drive her away… He’d driven away everyone else… This was his chance to try again, make a friend. So why not take it? Because you don’t want to open up. he reminded himself. He was bitterly reluctant to move on. And nobody could help him until he was ready to move on. So why not try then? Start? Make an attempt. Make a friend and see where it went from there. Maybe talking to someone would help. He’d considered it before that evening with her, so why not? As much as he didn’t want to, it might be the most useful, well thought through choice he could make. And not just for himself.
“Music used to be my life... I wanted to take over a piece of the blue suede shoe dream. I had the talent and the idea but never could apply it. I was in a state of constant frustration. I spent countless hours in class staring at the beginnings of something but never got it far. I met a girl who helped me make my own sound, and I lost her. I was in the car with her, driving. I woke up a few days after the accident and she gone, just like that. Um… The uh. The stress and shock made me slide into depression for six months. It started about three after the accident. I just haven’t been into music since. I don’t listen to it, or play it. But I’m over it all.” He said quietly, lowering his gaze to his hands as he held onto his knees. There. He told her. Told someone. That wasn’t so hard, was it? No. Yes. Maybe? In any case he felt his cheeks warming a little as he blushed out of embarrassment. He didn’t care what his therapist said. His depression embarrassed him. It was like saying he was too weak.
“You can keep your penny though…” He mumbled after a moment of silence, furrowing his brows. He didn’t know why, but it did kind of feel better to tell her. It was almost light a constant pressure had been pulled off his shoulders. Was he over it was the real question. Sometimes he was certain, but the way he acted? It was like he wasn’t… But he was. He was sure of it. It was over a year ago… As heartless as it sounded, he was positive he’d moved on. He just had this morbid laziness that kept him in the constant cycle of depression, despite the fact that he wasn’t depressed anymore.
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Post by CARTER LYNN JACKSON on Sept 3, 2010 22:47:31 GMT -5
it's a quarter after one, i'm all alone [/colour][/font][/size] and i need you now[/center] the silence that passed between them was like all of the others that had happened that night. it was almost like someone had something to say and was yet afraid to say exactly what was on their mind. that was when carter had sprung the old fashioned line on him, one that she had heard so many times before from her mama when she had caught her daughter thinking heavily about something. that was how she made her presence known when carter was staring out at the wheat fields from the back porch, half sitting on the railing as her dark eyes simply gazed at everything and nothing at the same time. or at least that was what she had been told. she'd never really taken the time to try and figure out if that was something that could possibly happen, staring at everything and nothing all at once. wasn't that kind of impossible?
she sat in stunned silence at what he had to say next, her eyes widening a little. she caught the parts about the music....and then the girl who helped him find his sound....losing her in a car accident. leon had mentioned absolutely none of this to carter when he had asked her to undertake the task of befriending tyron, and now she understood why. he clearly thought his cousin was still dwelling on the painful events of his past, which included losing someone who was very important to him. she wasn't sure just how important, but based on the look that then overtook his handsome face, she guessed that she was a little better then a friend. she didn't have to be a genius to see that.
"i'm so sorry," she said softly. "i know you're probably tired of hearin' people say that..."
carter swallowed, suddenly unsure of what to say or do. that was worse then she could have possibly imagined, and she had no idea what kind of pain he had gone through since the accident itself. carter had never lost anyone to something so terrible as a car accident, especially not someone who had played a role in defining who she was like that. her sound was important to her....but not as important as the people she loved. and so she did the only thing that came to mind, a repeated action from before. leaning forward a little, carter gently placed one of her smaller hands on top of his, noting how tense he seemed beneath her hand. if he pulled away, she'd be ready with another apology and learn to keep her hands to herself, leaving her comfort to come from her words. but a part of her wondered just if he would pull back from her....especially after confessing such a personal tragedy to a near perfect stranger.
but then again, maybe that was what he really needed...
the brunette shook her head lightly, giving him a soft smile. "nah, hold onto it. you can use it on me sometime."
would he? who knew? the option was always there, as if it was meant to make them equal somehow. by asking one simple question she had managed to get further then she would have thought possible in the first meeting, having thought she would be met with more resistance then anything else. but clearly, or at least in her eyes, he simply needed someone there beside him...someone different. maybe it was her, maybe it was someone who would come along later. but now carter was determined to help him...no matter the price.
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Post by TYRON ROBERT ROBINSON on Sept 3, 2010 23:56:16 GMT -5
Sanctus Espiritus! Is this what we deserve? Can we break free from chains of never-ending agony? [/sub][/center][/font] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [/size] ‘I’m sorry.’ Yes. He was very tired of hearing that. He couldn’t count how many times he had heard people say it. It wasn’t comforting, so he didn’t know what that’s what people said. The didn’t cause it, so why would they be sorry. Another one that really annoyed him was ‘I know how you feel.’ NOBODY knew how he felt, unless they’d lost something they loved in the same manner he had. Then he would accept those words. But most people hadn’t suffered something like that in their life, so how would they know? And yet, despite the annoyance he felt at the echo of ‘I’m so sorry’ he didn’t allow himself to get angry with her. One, he had told her, so he should have known that reply was coming. It always was. And for another reason, she admitted that he didn’t like hearing it. She knew that? Good for her. He looked over at her, a small, slight ghost of a smile on his lips. “You know me so well already.” he said, a light tone of teasing in his voice. Was it wrong that he was smiling? He just admitted that his girlfriend died… Should he have been smiling? Seemed morbid to him, so he quickly wiped the smile away.
“To be honest, I probably wouldn’t use it. I don’t bribe people to hear their thoughts.” He replied to her comment about the penny… As if it was real or something. He found himself teasing again, though the smile didn’t reappear. He felt bad now… For smiling after telling Carter about someone that was dead. You just couldn’t do that… He needed a topic change. Fast, before he started getting overly guilty. It was never a pretty sight and not one he wanted her to see. He flipped through his mind for something, anything to get her talking so he didn’t really have to. The only thing he was sure he could get her talking about was a) music and b) the south. He knew that he’d have some way to connect with her through the fact that he’d been to Dallas enough times to get that southern feel. Even if music was her passion. He didn’t want to make her feel homesick though… Or bring up the topic of parents again. Not a pretty picture on either sides apparently. So that left her home. He’d use that, he’d figure something out. He blinked, just realizing that her rather warm hand was on his again, his hand must have been colder then he thought for him not to have felt it. He had to give her credit… Trying to comfort someone who his family had deemed ‘uncomfortable’. It meant a lot that she was trying, a complete stranger pretty much was trying for him. He turned his hand over, gently giving hers a squeeze as if to thank her.
“So back home, in Kentucky. Did you have horses?” He asked. Oh wow. That was the stupidest thing you could have come up with… he told himself, mentally facepalming. Horses. Could he have been anymore stereotypical? “My aunt lives outside Dallas, she uh. Has horses. I always liked them… Best part of going to visit.” he blurted, trying to make some sense of what he said. It still probably came off that he was trying to obviously change the subject… But whatever…It was a change and that was exactly what he wanted. “I was born there actually. In Dallas. Dad missed New York though… But my aunt’s family still lives on that farm. I have a mare there, Darby.” He continued further. Okay. Now he was kind of rambling out of embarrassment of his random topic change. Yeah. What a tool.
He turned his gaze back up to her, letting the slight smile come back to his lips. Despite the fact he would have never chosen out of free will to just hang around Carter… he was enjoying himself. He was kind of happy he’d found her all on her own, talking to her was relaxing… And did make him feel a little better about himself, and about everything in general. Despite all the talk of disrespecting her parents, he was glad she’d ran away to New York.
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Post by CARTER LYNN JACKSON on Sept 4, 2010 0:28:44 GMT -5
it's a quarter after one, i'm all alone [/colour][/font][/size] and i need you now[/center] it was a lot nicer then she had expected, sitting there with him while they talked. at first, carter had thought that he would simply comment on her stupidity at being out alone at such an hour and then continue on his face, forever locked in the depressed state he had seemed to be in at the time. instead he had stopped, given her his jacket and started talking to her almost as if they had been friends who were only now running into one another after spending years apart. obviously this wasn't true, but that was the feeling that she got as she sat there, slowly beginning to learn more and more as she observed and listened to him. he was much more interesting then he would probably give himself credit for, not that she'd say anything yet about that, and truth be told, carter was enjoying the time she spent with him, even if it was their first meeting and she had just learned of why it was that she had been sent his way.
holy god, it sounded like that soap opera about angels.
her lips parted into a soft smile. knew him well? that was sayin something since she had met him only a short time ago, and even then had thought that she'd run face first into a brick wall for the first little while. that was where her stubborn nature would come into play, poking around as much as she could manage without him noticing every single thing. but as it was, she thought that things had progressed wonderfully that night. not only had he been able to stand her company for upwards of an hour, but he had offered her his jacket, proving that he wasn't a self-centered ass, and he'd even gotten to the point that he was totally honest with carter about what it was that he coped with every single day. she'd never thought to reach that point at all, let alone the very first time. she was either good, or he really didn't need her all that much. privately, she was kind of hoping for the first.
the brunette shrugged lightly beneath the weight of the jacket, her hand still absentmindedly placed on his. "you never know when it might come in handy. maybe you can use it to help me someday."
she hadn't meant to imply that he needed help, but she supposed that the implication was there in her words. the squeeze in her hand, which immediately caught her attentions and turned her eyes downward, caused the girl to blush violently beneath the shadows of the night sky. having him pull away? okay, sure, she had come to expect that. but for tyron to turn his hand around and actually return the gesture in someway? that had caught carter off guard, making her heart thump a little faster in her chest as she offered him a soft smile. that might be step two, she thought to herself, letting him know that, despite all that had happened to him in the past, it was alright for him to smile and enjoy his life. after all, he was still alive, and he had a life that was just begging to be lived. she'd hate to see him waste it.
so they were back to kentucky. his question of the horses made carter giggle softly, a gesture that she attempted to hide behind her free hand for fear of hurting his feelings. of course, it sounded like a silly question, but the look on his face suggested that he might be flustered instead. his attempt at changing the subject brought about more things for the girl to learn, such as the name of the mare he had back in dallas and the fact that his father had been the one to miss new york and bring him back there. it was incredibly cute, she thought to herself, watching him ramble. not too many boys...men even, did that anymore without stiffening up, clearing their throat and changing the subject once again. perhaps this was his attempt to know her a little better? so why not go with the flow and see where it lead her?
"mama and daddy bought me a horse for my sweet sixteen," she nodded, her smile brightening a little. "casanova is my painted quarter, and real easy to ride. he's really good with kids, so tessa used to ride him all the time."
horses, something to bond over. things just seemed to get better from that point on. but she'd had to remember what he was telling her now, just in case it came in handy later.
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Post by TYRON ROBERT ROBINSON on Sept 4, 2010 0:51:37 GMT -5
Sanctus Espiritus! Is this what we deserve? Can we break free from chains of never-ending agony? [/sub][/center][/font] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [/size] Help her? That seemed odd to him… He wasn’t known for helping people… At all. Who was he to help anyone? He was the one that always got offered the help for the past how many months? But after all she was doing to try it seemed… He kind of owed her? She knew him possibly an hour. That was about it really, and already she knew his history, knew his feelings and seemed to think she could help him. He was assuming the last, but it was his guess, and educated guess, but a guess none the less. So he could at least offer a hand in return if she ever needed it. Despite how selfish he had become in the past months, he did like the idea of helping her if she ever needed it. She said she annoyed people by talking. Well he could listen to her all day and was pretty sure he wouldn’t get annoyed with her. Why would he? It wasn’t like her voice was annoying… He kind of liked her tone of speaking. Same went for the accent. He didn’t mind it at all, maybe because half of his family had one, who knew. But the case remained, if she ever needed to talk, get something off her chest… He would be pleased to help her out.
“Alright, fair enough. If you ever need help, I’m open. Open for helping business.” He told her, feeling the corners of his lips pull back a little more as he watched a blush bloom across her cheeks. It was dark, but he could see it, just barely with the flickering light above. Why he was smiling was beyond him. Was it some natural instinct that made anyone love to see that they could make someone blush with a simple gesture. Something in him felt a swell of pride. You still got it, Mr. Robinson. he told himself, giving a mental chuckle. He surprised himself, he was smiling (just a little, but still) and mentally laughing. What was wrong with him? He couldn’t really remember the last time he’d thought about laughing at anything. Nothing seemed funny anymore once he’d slipped into his funk. And somehow, an hour with this complete stranger was making him feel less… Robotic, less driven by habits given in his depression. He felt slightly human again, even if just a little. It was enough to make him want to see her again. At first, he wasn’t sure whether he could consider her a friend, or if it was a one night deal. He hoped it wasn’t.
She had a horse. Okay. Something to bond with, not a huge moment of embarrassment. He was seriously expecting her to say no and get uppity about stereotypes… he was so bad at that. It was quite a relief when she said she had one back home. He guessed that she probably missed her horse, she didn’t seem too much younger then him, so it wasn’t like the horse was old… And he knew at times he wished he had Darby around. And he wasn’t ever living with her… Carter had owned that horse, lived with that horse right there… He imagined she probably missed it as much as she missed her parents and Tessa. “Probably miss him, huh? I mean, I miss Darby at times and know that I never really lived with her… so I can imagine he was probably like family, yeah?” He asked before he could stop himself, dropping his gaze slightly. He could only hold hers so long…
“You know… I actually know someone who is… Uh… Pretty high up in the pecking order of Circle B Ranch. If you want to go for a trail ride or something sometime. I mean, I don’t go there often or anything… Or ever… But if you ever want to, y’know. Ride. I’d go for company.” He mumbled, reaching up to scratch his ear with a hand awkwardly. Well. That was smooth. Smooth as a gravel road in the summer.
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Post by CARTER LYNN JACKSON on Sept 4, 2010 1:39:02 GMT -5
it's a quarter after one, i'm all alone [/colour][/font][/size] and i need you now[/center] success!
she hadn't had to fight with him to accept the offer, although she highly doubted that she would ever need to take him up on it. her problems were nothing after what she had heard from him tonight, and they would make her think twice before she opened her mouth again. sure, she'd lost her family in a way, but they were will alive and well, living back in their country home while they probably worked on disinheriting carter all together for her betrayal. but tyron had lost something more then just the time to spend around a family who loved him. he'd lost someone who had helped him to discover who he really was, and what he loved most in life. maybe, just maybe, although chances were slim to none, she could help him find that again. that love for music that drove her to leave everything she knew behind in favour of seeking out the music.
the colour rose a little more in her cheeks again. a chance to ride in the city? was that even possible? of course, carter knew that it probably wouldn't be in the part of the city that they currently occupied, but she had thought that the horses and trail riding had been left at home in kentucky, with casanova and her family. oh, how she wished that she could call tessa and make sure that she was taking care of her horse. but if she did, chances were that she would reach one of her parents first, and carter didn't think that she could handle anymore screaming matches with her daddy. the last one had proven to be the deciding factor in his daughter's abandonment of the family home. she'd hate to think of what another one could do to their already strained relationship.
"i...i...i'd love to!"
it felt like the understatement of the century, but it nevertheless brought a bright smile to her face. she hadn't been riding in so long that her poor boots were probably beginning to collect dust in her closet. and not riding dust either. were she a little less self contained, carter might have hugged him at that point for the gesture he was making, both to himself and her, really. it was something they could bond over, another thing to talk about if ever he could stand her company following that day. and to be perfectly honest, there was nothing that girl loved more then a good hard ride out in the fields. her music was a close second to that....a close second, but not quite first.
suddenly wary of the time that she had spent sitting on the park bench with him, carter glanced at the watch on her wrist. it had been more then an hour since she had met him, and in that hour she had come to learn a lot about him, and about why leon had sent her in his direction. but now she had to think about returning to the school before she was caught and hauled before the headmaster, knowing that if that were to happen, her parents would be called and her daddy would take any chance to bring her back home. her time in new york would be finished, just like that. the girl bolted to her feet, instantly pulling his heavy jacket from her small shoulders.
"it's real late, i'm so sorry that i kept you," she apologized, offering out his jacket. "and thank you for this. it was nice and warm."
she felt like a fool, but what else could she do? she was pushing her luck with both him and being caught as it was....and if she wasn't careful, now was the time that she would start messing up big time.
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Post by TYRON ROBERT ROBINSON on Sept 4, 2010 2:05:33 GMT -5
Sanctus Espiritus! Is this what we deserve? Can we break free from chains of never-ending agony? [/sub][/center][/font] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [/size] She said yes. Bonus. Not even just a yes. She seemed pretty damn taken by the idea. Oh yeah. Even if they’d only known each other for that long, he’d already got two things he knew she could get excited about. She’d even done that like… Stutter thing some people did when they got excited about something. It was kind of adorable in it’s own way. But at least he knew she wasn’t lying just to make him feel better, she did actually like the idea. Unless she was a really good actress… Which… She technically was… At least the actress part, he didn’t know how good she was… But he trusted his instincts on that reaction being true. He couldn’t keep his smile from growing just a little at look on her face. Yeah. That was a definitely good way to help cheer him up… Who knew making someone else happy could do so much for your own mood. Tyron made a mental note of that for later reference, intending to try it again at a later date. Just to see if it was an all the time thing, or just a Carter thing. Either way. He kind of was cockily thinking he made her night.
She had a point after checking her watch. It was late. But that didn’t really bother him. He blinked and took the coat she handed to him and quickly shook his head, offering it back to her. “No, it’s cool. I don’t want you getting sick or something. I’ll survive.” He said quickly. Then he figured she’d probably decline so he stood up, and quickly tossed it over her head, holding onto the sleeves. He pulled the sleeves in opposite directions to tighten it around her small form, “Don’t even think about it. Don’t even think about arguing. Cause I’ll win.” He warned her, letting the smile fade on one side so that it was a lopsided smirk almost. He paused for a minute, letting his chocolate eyes rest on her face before realizing just how close he was. After he’d caught her checking out his chest and her little blushfest he wondered if it was a good idea to be that close… “So I’m going to let you borrow my coat, and you’re going to say ‘thanks Tyron.’ And just give it back when we go riding. I’ll pick you up if you name a time.” He added, letting his hands drop from the sleeves, ignoring the coolness that invaded his thin shirt.
He really couldn’t believe he just did that. He was mildly in shock. That had been so… Old Tyron behaviour. It made him blink for a second, questioning what had come over him. Whatever it was… he didn’t think he was about to complain. In fact… Quite the opposite in fact. He kind of liked how it felt to smile, to let that sickening damp coating in his chest vanish if just for a few minutes. “How far is it? Do you want a ride? Or a walking partner… It’s really not safe to wander around New York at night. Nothing like a small town in Kentucky.” He told her, furrowing his brows at her with concern. He didn’t want something bad to happen to her… Find out on the news she was found dead in a dumpster or something. No. Despite how long he’d known her, he couldn’t deal with losing someone else. He couldn’t. He would lock himself up and never come out. Ever. He ran a hand through his dark hair, trying in some attempt to tame it. He could feel that it was still rather tousled from bed and though normally he wouldn’t have cared. Some unconsciousness made him want to fix it.
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