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Post by jason andrew irving on Jun 17, 2009 12:08:38 GMT -5
caterpillar in the tree how you wonder who you‘ll be
CAN‘T GO FAR BUT YOU‘LL ALWAYS DREAM
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bouncing down the steps and over to his garage, Jason pulled a vest on over his t-shirt, leaving it unbuttoned, a smile on his face. It was actually a real, happy smile that was there. It wasn’t that it was that unusual, just lately they hadn’t been as, well, happy. After he had hurt two of the most important people to him in Salt Lake, he had just let the guilt eat away at him until it brought him so low he had thought he’d never be able to pull out of it. Ironically enough, it had been his ex who showed him what he was doing and pulled him out of the pit he had dug. Between her coming out and telling him as it was and him being even more stupid than usual and making out with her when he was completely stone drunk, well, she had been right. There was something wrong with him.
For the most part, that was all behind him now. Occasionally he had slipped up and had a beer or two, no matter how much he hated the taste, but it had only been in his house; he didn‘t go to the clubs anymore. The thought that he had still made him sick to his stomach. And getting his little dog, Dash, had been a great choice, too. Ever since he got her, he hadn’t had any sort of alcoholic drink. Just the responsibility of having something that needed him to feed her and just in take care of her in general was enough to keep him sober. It was nice to not be dependant on something, especially something he had always found so disgusting.
The smile remained on his face as he stepped into his garage and got into his car. Ever since he met Macy that day at school, he had liked her instantly. No, not in the relationship sort of way, but in the she’s-gonna-be-a-great-friend way. And he had been right about that. Everything she said seemed to make perfect sense; it was like she had known him forever without seeing his downward spiral. Of course he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep that from her forever. She was quiet, but one day she would ask why he was so set against being in another relationship, why the walls around his heart were so strong. He knew it was coming, he just wasn’t sure when. It didn’t seem like that big of a deal, and yet he didn’t want her to see that side of him since he had only seen it once. Well, it was part of his life, it was something he had done. There was no escaping that and no matter how much he didn’t want to, he had to face up to it one way or another.
Pressing his foot down on the gas petal, he headed off towards the dorms on campus. It was only thanks to the few short months Ana had lived there during their relationship that he knew where they were; he had never lived in one. Ever. In New York, he had rented an apartment with his three best friends. Out here, he had only lived in an apartment for a month until he got involved in a relationship with Dahlia and then figured he’d stay around Salt Lake for a while and he bought the house he lived in now. It was one of the best things he had done here and one of the things he regretted the most. If he didn’t have the house, he doubted he’d still be in Utah after his most recent heartbreak. That could be looked at as good or bad. He loved his friends here, just as he had when he lived in New York, but sticking around had led him to alcohol and the stupid things he had done with that.
Clicking on the radio, he sung along with one of his favorite songs as it played on his way to go pick up Macy. After the song was over, he picked up his phone and called her to tell her he was on his way. “Macy Rose,” he said in a sing-song voice as her phone switched over to voicemail. “I‘m on my way over. We‘re going to lunch. I‘ll see you in a few,” he laughed at the end of his message and set his phone back down in the middle of his car, turning the music back up. There was just something about Macy that made him smile. He wasn’t sure if it was her innocents or the way that she said things in her sweet way.
Pulling into the parking lot by her dorm, he grabbed his phone and stepped out of his car, leaning against it while he waited for her. Touching the little touch screen, he opened up a new text message and sent it to her. I’m hereeeee (: The spark that had been missing from his eyes for quite some time was back whenever he was around her. It had been back for a little while, since he and Ana had started talking again, but he still felt uncomfortable around his ex because of the pain he had put her through and it wasn’t quite as bright when he was with her as it was when he was with Macy. Macy was like a little sister he couldn’t help but be happy around. He grinned when he saw her walking out from the dorm and he stepped over to the passenger’s door of his car and held it open for her. “How‘s my darling Macy today?” he asked, his voice as light and bouncy as he felt.
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Post by macy rose marlin on Jun 17, 2009 19:50:48 GMT -5
   YOU CAN FALL INTO ME
my arms are wide open and will always beMacy had been up since 6:30 that morning. She had always been up with the sun, and as a general rule, she went to bed with it, too. She could stay up late, she just generally didn't. And it wasn't as if she had met all that many friends since being in Utah, so she didn't exactly have any social events to keep her up past 9:30 or so. She had hung around most of the morning in her pajamas, since she really didn't have anything else to do, and had hopped in the shower right around 10, which was, of course, when Jason called her.
She glanced at her phone when she stepped out of the shower and saw the missed call. She quickly listened to the voice message, smiling a little bit at his use of her middle name. She tended to love it when people called her by her middle name. She wasn't entirely sure why, but she did. She supposed that it was just because she liked her middle name. It was a simple enough reason. She blinked a little owlishly when the voice message told her he was on his way over. Had she known about these plans or were they spur of the moment? If they had planned, how had she missed that memo?!
Gasping, she hurried into her room and threw on a shirt and a pair of jeans, along with a necklace that, she realized a little belatedly didn't match her shirt very well. Whatever. She glanced at her reflection in the bathroom mirror and made a face. She looked like a train wreck. She grabbed a hair tie and shoved her blond hair into a ponytail high on the back of her head without bothering to comb through it. Her natural corkscrew curls made it look particularly preppy. She jumped a bit as her phone buzzed at her, and she grabbed it off the bathroom counter. She stared at it for a moment. Ugh. She hated being caught unprepared.
Oh well. It was a good thing she didn't worry overly about her makeup. She grabbed her boots, her good ones, of course, and opened her door, darting down the drive way in her stocking feet, looking a little breathless. "Did I know about this?" she asked, standing on one foot to pull her boot on, blond hair cascading over her shoulder and down across her face as she bent over, looking at him from under thick blond eyebrows, laughing slightly as she struggled to keep her balance.
Macy was a funny one. She was extremely independent, about some things, and extremely sensitive. She was the sort of person who liked to hear about everyone's problems, but she didn't generally push for information unless she felt it was necessary, as in like, the person needed to talk about it. She was also pretty good at figuring out sensitive subjects and avoiding them like the plague until the other person was ready to talk about them. All in all, Macy was a pretty good friend to have around. Super stable and sweet and always thinking of other people. Of course, she had her moments of insecurity and times when she called on favors, or when she needed someone else, as opposed to them needing her. Nobody minded, though, usually. It was a price most were willing to pay.
"So where are we going, exactly?" she asked as she yanked her other boot on. She glanced at herself in the reflection from his car window. She looked like crap. She was sure there had to be something wrong, but she didn't have time to worry about it. Not that she was, anyway. It was Jason. The two of them were like, friends. She didn't feel a need to dress up for him than she did for any of her girlfriends. Macy was pretty chill, that way. She supposed it probably bothered some people, but since when did she care? Oh yeah, never.
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Post by jason andrew irving on Jun 17, 2009 21:32:12 GMT -5
caterpillar in the tree how you wonder who you‘ll be
CAN‘T GO FAR BUT YOU‘LL ALWAYS DREAM
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jason laughed as she hopped out with no shoes on, raising one of his bushy eyebrows. “I could have waited another two seconds,” he teased, rolling his eyes as she tugged on her boots. His first girlfriend had taken forever to get ready. He’d say he’d be there at seven, they wouldn’t leave until seven thirty at the earliest. Of course, she had ended up being a material girl who was only interested in his money, not him. If that had taught him anything, it was to make sure he knew the girl well before dating her. Then again, he had moved on with Ana very quickly, but it had just felt right. She’d never bat her eyes at him and beg him for something unless they were joking around and even then, he’d still oblige. He didn’t mind spoiling her or any of his friends, really.
It was quite tempting to “accidentally” bump into her as she balanced on one foot, pulling her boot on, but he knew better than to do that. If it was him doing that, he wouldn’t need help falling over. Looking down at her with her spiraling curls, he realized not for the first time how pretty she really was. At least for him, a lot of that was because of how confident she was in herself, even if she was quiet. She was perfectly fine going out in public with no makeup on. Even when she rushed getting dressed, she still looked nice. His gaze shifted away from her and he stared off at the corner of the building for a moment before he heard her question and he laughed again. “Nope,” he said simply, grinning down at her. “I was bored and hungry and you were the first person to pop into my mind.”
Smiling brightly, he shut the car door behind her and bounced around to the driver’s side, his dark eyes softening as he looked over at her. There was something about her, that was for sure. He felt comfortable around her, and though he usually felt perfectly comfortable around everyone, he had lost a little bit of that around the people who had seen him drunk and those people were people who meant something to him. She hadn’t lived in Salt Lake when he decided to spend his nights wasted and therefore, he didn’t feel as awkward around her, but at times he felt like he was hiding something from her, something that she should probably know.
Raising his eyebrows teasingly at her question, he turned his eyes in front of him and started up his car, the silver Mercedes humming to life, staying silent. Backing out of his parking place, he laughed and flicked on the radio. Once they were on the road, his fingers firmly on the wheel, he turned his head towards her, his eyes still locked on the road in front of him. “No place special,” he said, shrugging. “Market Street Grill. It‘s downtown, right by Murphy‘s.” He shivered slightly as he mentioned the pub downtown. The intersection in front of it was where he had been hit however long ago it was. He had only gone through there once since then and it hadn’t been a pretty sight. “Like I said, it‘s nothing special, but the food’s great.”
The boy kept his eyes on the road until they came to a red light, his car coming to a smooth stop. Looking over at Macy, he noticed her necklace and he grinned, taking one hand from the wheel and picking up the charm from where it rested against her. “Aw, I like it,” he said, smiling. Letting it fall back against her chest, he turned his attention back to the road as the light turned green. “Oh, I love John Mayer,” he said, seemingly out of the blue if she wasn’t paying attention to what was on the radio. He had only recognized the intro to the song; it didn’t really click what song it was until the man on the radio started to sing and an uncomfortable look flickered across his face. Your Body is a Wonderland had been on of his and Ana’s song. Pushing the thought from his mind, he realized he couldn’t avoid every song that reminded her in some way. Sighing, he just started to sing along and he shifted his gaze over to Macy, a teasing look in his eyes as he sang along. ”’cause if you want love, we’ll make it, swim in a deep sea of blankets,” he sighed, remembering the time Ana had sung it in the car with him, leaning across the center council and whispering in his ear.
Taking a deep breath, he just blocked the song out and looked over at Macy, smiling again. He was becoming slightly uncomfortable again, only now because he was coming up on the intersection by Murphy’s. He knew he needed to get over it and just go through it; it had been months since he had been hit, but he didn’t want Macy to see him break down like he did last time. To try to get his mind off of it, he started blabbering a little bit, his fingers tensing around the steering wheel. “Have you found any barns in the area? I haven‘t really started looking yet. I mean, I dunno if you want a lesson barn or a private boarding barn or what, but I need to find a horse to ride or lease or buy or something,” he went on, tapping his finger on the wheel. Biting his lip to shut himself up, he cut down the street before that one and went up the block before turning down the street where the restaurant and bar were located and pulling into the parking lot for Market Street Grill. Pulling through a parking place so he wouldn’t have to back out, he shut off the car and bounced out to get her door for her, once again back in his good mood. “Voilla, we are here.” Grinning again, he looked at her happily, shutting the car door behind her.
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Post by macy rose marlin on Jun 18, 2009 10:52:41 GMT -5
YOU CAN FALL INTO ME
my arms are wide open and will always be Macy shook her head when he said he could have waited another two seconds. "You could have" she agreed. "But why would I want to keep you waiting?" she teased lightly. She grinned when he said she hadn't know, and that he'd just been bored and hungry. "Well you're lucky I'm not some material girl, or you'd still be waiting" she told him with a slight laugh.
Macy knew those kinds of girls, the girls who had to have every hair in place and cut class to go to the bathroom and check their makeup. Girls like that drove Macy crazy. Then again, she had also never been that way. She'd had an older brother that she would have died to keep up with, and that didn't leave much time for primping herself in front of the mirror. It also generally met lots of mud, or sometimes grease, or dirt, or who knew what else. Boys loved to get dirty. Macy was used to it, to the point where it didn't bother her anymore. It did when girls were conceited, though, and all about the glitz and the glam. It drove her up the wall.
She slid easily into the car and leaned out to close the door before realizing he was getting it for her. Macy loved that. As a southern girl, born and raised, she was used to guys doing things like that, getting the door for girls, just being generally polite. Even guys who didn't know you held the door if you were going into the same place. It had about driven her crazy her first week or so in Salt Lake when guys, and people in general, too, but especially guys, let the door slammed closed in her face. Not to mention it had only fed her homesickness. Between the two, the poor girl really had thought she was going crazy.
For all she was a self confident person who tended to like adventure, Macy was a homebody at heart. She didn't like going out in the big world, and she certainly didn't like the city. It made her feel small and unimportant, not to mention vulnerable, and she didn't like any of those things. Who was she kidding, no one liked that. But to Macy it was something foreign, not just something unpleasant. It almost made it twice as bad, to be sucky and totally new.
She glanced over at him and smiled slightly. She wasn't sure how flattered she should be that she was the first person he thought of; or if she should even be flattered at all. She didn't know how things like that worked. She had never been part of them. She didn't particularly want to be. From what she'd seen from other people, it tended to make things really awkward, when you were trying to go from friendship to something more. From what she'd seen, it didn't work very well. Not to mention Macy couldn't really understand throwing away a great friendship. Then again, she'd never had a serious crush on anyway.
She nodded a bit when he told her where they were going. She had never heard of the place, but then, she hadn't heard of many places. She still hadn't been out much. Her excuse was that she was still unpacking; in truth, the city just intimidated her. She was terrified she would get lost. She had never done the whole city thing. She always let someone else drive when they were traveling through a city, and she had never had cause to drive through one...Until now. And she didn't really want to, now. She didn't even like the city.
She glanced down when he grabbed the necklace. She hardly even remembered which one she had put on. Oh yeah, the one that barely matched. She smiled a little. "Thanks" she said with a slight nod. "I just grabbed it. I think my brother gave it to me for like, my 13th birthday" she laughed a little bit. It was true. Some people probably thought it was sappy, but Macy tended to be very sentimentally attached to the gifts people gave her.
She glanced over. She felt his mood change, and he started babbling. She let him go and shrugged a bit when he asked. "I haven't looked" she responded simply and smirked slightly. "You would have loved this gelding I trained last fall" she said with a slight smirk when he said he'd have to buy a horse. "He was this big bay gelding...Well, big for a quarter horse. Anyway, he had a bit white blaze and we called him Trigger. He was a neat horse." She nodded a bit. "I don't think they've sold him yet. My brother was going to put some more time in on him. He seemed pretty cowy, so I think he was going to see if Trig could pick up some cutting. My brother is fantastic at that. It's amazing."
She felt him relax slightly, and she wondered what it was that caused the tension, but she didn't ask. Macy was good that way. She didn't tend to ask many questions unless you offered answers or opened yourself up for them. She didn't like pushing herself on people, and people didn't tend to like answering that sort of question. Macy didn't like making people uncomfortable.
She glanced at the restaurant with a smile as he bounced around to open her door. She loved that, when guys got the door. It was a pet peeve of hers, when they didn't. She loved the way he moved, too. Like he was just ridiculously happy. She loved it. Happy people were amazing to be around. Their mood was just contagious. She had a feeling Jason wasn't always this happy, but she certainly wasn't going to complain. And she wasn't going to ask questions either. She glanced at him with a slight laugh. She touched her pocket to double check that her wallet and her phone were there. Macy was paranoid she was going to lose them. And that would pretty much be epic fail.
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Notes: Baha. So apparently it was worth the wait, because burst of muse. lol
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Post by jason andrew irving on Jun 18, 2009 16:23:38 GMT -5
caterpillar in the tree how you wonder who you‘ll be
CAN‘T GO FAR BUT YOU‘LL ALWAYS DREAM
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He giggled when she asked why she’d keep him waiting. “Just admit it, you couldn‘t wait to see me,” he teased, bumping his hand against her arm playfully. Rolling his eyes, a fake-exasperated look crossed his face when she said he was lucky she wasn’t a material girl. Looking back at her and grinning, he nodded his head. “Oh believe me, I‘ve dealt with them. That describes my first ‘girlfriend‘ perfectly. I think we went out for like, a month before I figured her out.” Laughing, he rolled his dark brown eyes again, taking a deep breath of the warm air.
He smiled when she said her brother had given her the necklace, giving her an understanding look. “That‘s sweet.” Dylan was too young to really get him anything, though his parents had bought things for Jason from Dylan and he still had them sitting around his house as well as some of the cards and stuff he made at school or day care. The birthday cards and Christmas cards his little brother had made were all in a drawer in his kitchen and one of the drawings he had done before Jason left was framed in his room. He definitely understood Macy’s pain of missing her family. At least he was going to go see them for a week before school started.
“Do you want anything from New York City?” he asked, kind of randomly. Shrugging, he decided to explain so he didn’t seem completely crazy. “I‘m going to see my family for a week before school starts. Dylan was suppose to come out here for a week but that kinda, well, that didn‘t work out…” he mumbled, shifting uncomfortably. He almost wanted her to ask why so he could explain everything he did wrong, but at the same time he didn’t want her to ask because he didn’t want her to know. If she knew, she might not want to be around him. “Since Dylan didn‘t come out here, I figured I‘d go out there and surprise him.” He laughed a little bit, glancing over at her and grinning. “I‘ll probably end up spending the first few hours I‘m there in the hospital, though. My mom and dad‘ll probably want to see what I had done after the wreck.” He smiled, imagining what all they could do. MRI, x-rays, just to see his bones and what they had used to pin them together. He just hoped they wouldn’t notice his wrist had been broken and didn’t heal right. That would be fun.
“Aw, he sounds cute. Well, Trigger, I mean,” he laughed as Macy told him about the gelding her brother was working with. He like bays, but he was definitely a sucker for paints, well at least paints jumping. He always thought it was fun to see paints jumping; something different than your usual bays, chestnuts and greys. Even your occasional palominos and duns were exciting to see. Sure, Casey had been a chestnut, but she had all the “chrome” on her that made her stand out - a big white blaze and four white stockings. And her coat was always shiny, but after he bathed her for a show and braided her, she absolutely glistened. She turned heads, that was for sure. “I think it‘d be fun to try western, but I love jumping so much, I don‘t think I can give it up.” Snickering, he shot her a teasing glance. “And those breeches, well, those are just so hot.” Rolling his eyes, he turned his eyes back onto the road as he pulled into the parking lot.
After he got out and shut her door behind her, locking the car on the way in, he looked over at her again, still on the horsey subject. “I figured I‘m just going to look for an easy keeper, not necessarily a competitor. I mean, I love showing, but I‘m not going to have enough time with all of the studying I have to do the next couple years. Something that‘s a little bit of work but that doesn‘t need ridden every single day and yes, something that jumps,” he grinned, taking two quick steps to get in front of her and opening the door to the restaurant for her.
Flashing a smile at the hostess, he nodded his head when she asked if it was just the two of them, following her to a two person booth and sliding in across from Macy. He smiled, flipping the menu open. “Let‘s see…they have really good flavored iced teas. Their mixed seafood salad is really good. Umm, so is the fried calamari. The halibut and chips are good, too, but I wouldn‘t get the potatoes with it,” he laughed, looking through the rest of the menu. “If you don‘t want sea food, their ravioli is really good. Their steak is okay and their burgers are pretty good, too.”
When their waitress arrived to get their drinks, he ordered a blackberry tea. He absolutely loved it here; it was sweet, but not too sweet. Looking across the table at Macy, his lips curled up slightly in the corners, his dark, curly hair falling into his eyes a little bit as he watched her. He needed a hair cut, at least he thought so, but he hated it when he actually got it cut for the first week. It always looked so blunt until it grew out a little bit. Looking away, he sighed, still smiling slightly. She was such a sweetheart, that was for sure. He was just concerned that she was going to put too much trust into one of the guys at school, kind of like she had when they first met, and he was going to take advantage of her. For all she knew, when he had went over to her in the gazebo, he could have been a rapist just trying to get her comfortable enough to walk with him and then taken her to a secluded place... The thought of something like that happening to her just sent a shiver up his spine.
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Post by macy rose marlin on Jun 18, 2009 23:27:06 GMT -5
YOU CAN FALL INTO ME
my arms are wide open and will always be She laughed a bit when he said she just couldn't wait to see him. "Oh, you got me all figured out" she said with a slight laugh. "I was hoping that you wouldn't figure it out" She grinned, falling easily into the jesting. She had always gotten along well with the whole teasing thing. It came from having an older brother, she supposed. She had come to deal with teasing, but she had even come to like it. She figured if someone teased her, they were comfortable with her, and probably liked her, too. She had found that guys didn't generally tease people they didn't like, so she went along with it, opened herself up for teasing sometimes, even.
She smiled a little when he told her it was sweet. She lifted the "LOVE" charm a bit, rolling it over in her fingers. She'd only been in Salt Lake, what, a week? And she was already missing her brother like crazy. They had been the best of friends for the longest time. Of course, they both had their own circles of friends, but whenever they really needed someone they could count on, they always went to each other. Chris always came to her if he wondered about dating a certain girl, trusting her to give him an honest opinion, and Macy always went to him when she was stuck with a horse, and he would help her out in whatever way he could. They had had it good, she knew, and she missed that, almost more than anything else.
She shrugged with a small little smile when he asked if she wanted anything from New York. "Well, I don't have anything in particular, but if you want to buy me something, you're more than welcome" She responded with a slight smirk. She glanced over at him when he said his little brother coming out hadn't worked in the end, catching the uncomfortable little shift. She eyed him for a moment. "Why didn't it?" she asked softly. "I mean, if you don't want to tell me, I totally get it" she added quickly, wondering if she had crossed an invisible line and wincing inwardly, although one could see the rather concerned look on her face.
She giggled a bit when he said that he sounded cute, and corrected himself so as not to be misunderstood. "Well, my brother's cute, too, but it'd weird me out a bit if you thought so" she said with a slight grin. She grimaced when he said the breeches were hot. "Yeah, just sexy" she said dryly. Macy wasn't a fan of the whole guys in breeches thing. She wasn't sure why, exactly. She just knew she didn't especially like it. "Trig jumped a fence with me once" she laughed. "I didn't mean for him to, but he spooked at something, and just bolted over my five foot arena fence" She laughed a bit at the memory. She had nearly come off, and she'd had to stick on for at least a mile before she finally got the big gelding shut down. Chris had gone barreling after her as fast as he could, but the little pinto he had been on just couldn't match Trigger for speed, especially since he had to make it through the gate first. It had been terrifying at the time, but in hind sight, it was a fond memory. "I don't know if you could get him to do it again without blowing something up in his face, though. I think it was mostly the adrenaline." She laughed slightly.
She glanced around her as he pulled into a parking space. She waited, letting him come around to get her door, knowing how much it bothered guys who did that when girls didn't wait for them, and paused to let him open the door to the restaurant. She loved how friendly he was with the hostess, flashing her a friendly smile as she led them to their table.
She laughed a bit as he started listing off what was good. "Not a sea food fan. And as a girl who had home grown beef from a neighbor, restaurant stuff is hardly ever as good. I'm all over the pasta, though" she said with a slight nod, jabbing at the ravioli on her menu, mostly for herself, as Jason obviously couldn't see. She snapped her menu closed with an air of finality. Macy had always been pretty decisive that way. No beating around the bush, no nitpicking or taking forever to make decisions. Just make it and move on. She didn't like taking forever, to do anything, probably the reason she didn't have the patience for putting on makeup on a regular basis.
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Notes: Aha! finally finished! Sorry it took so long.
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Post by jason andrew irving on Jun 20, 2009 11:03:05 GMT -5
caterpillar in the tree how you wonder who you‘ll be
CAN‘T GO FAR BUT YOU‘LL ALWAYS DREAM
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He bit his lip uneasily when she asked him why Dylan hadn’t come out. Looking at the steering wheel for a moment, he finally opened his mouth to speak. “It‘s kind of a long story. I‘ll tell you when we get there.” When he finally spoke, he said it rather slowly, still not quite sure if he wanted to tell her but she had the right to know what kind of person she was friends with. And since she was hanging out with him, she should probably know what he had been in to and if she still wanted to be around that.
Chuckling when she said it would be odd if he thought her brother was cute, all he could do was shake his head. No, he definitely didn’t find guys attractive at all. His chuckle turned to a full out laugh at her dry words and his eyebrows rose, glancing out of the corner of his eye at her. “You‘re not going to make fun of me when we go riding, are you?” Sticking his tongue out at her, he turned his full attention back to the road, grinning. He had only ridden in jeans a couple times, until he decided he really wanted to start riding and they hadn’t been the most comfortable english. Sure, with some of the tighter, stretch-style jeans he wore now, they were similar to breeches and they might work, but it was just what he was use to riding in. Anything else would feel awkward.
He nodded his head, surprised to hear Trigger jumped a five foot fence. Most of the quarter horse jumpers he had seen had been the hunter type, not really jumping much over two, three foot. “He sounds like a fun horse to ride, then,” he laughed. Any horse that takes off and jumps over a five foot arena fence sounded like a fun horse to ride to him. Still laughing when she said you’d have to blow something up in his face to get him to do it again, he shook his head again. “That‘s too bad,” he teased, smirking as he glanced over at her. “If he could jump that without any training, I‘d like to see what he could do with training.” Maybe he wouldn’t do as good once he had a true, trained form, but maybe he could go even higher. But if the horse didn’t like to jump, why make it? He always thought that you had to train the horse for something it enjoyed. Sure, you could teach a horse to do dressage, but if it was happier jumping or running barrels, let it do that. It’d probably do better at something it liked. It was like people finding jobs; if you like your job, you’re probably going to do better at it than a job that pays well but you don’t enjoy.
He grinned when Macy said she was big on pasta, understanding what she said about beef not being as good in restaurants. Well, not really understanding it, but understanding what she meant by it. When the waitress showed back up to get their orders, he ordered the mixed seafood salad. For some reason it sounded even better than usual today. Picking up Macy’s menu, he handed it back to their waitress with a smile. After they ordered their food, he sighed, looking across the table at Macy. Their waitress wouldn’t be back for a little while so he had time to explain why his brother hadn’t come out to visit him.
“Alright,” he said, giving her a half smile as he picked up his glass with his iced tea in it, staring at it and fidgeting with it as he spoke. “Well, Ana and I decided it to take a break from our relationship about two weeks before Dylan was suppose to fly out. That‘s a whole other story on why…” shaking his head sadly, he ran his forefinger around the top of his glass. “Basically, it was a couple months after the wreck and there were still little things that caused me to jump and she thought I needed to sort that out.” Yeah, when his girlfriend was ready to have sex with him and he didn’t realized he pulled away from her because she ran her hands across his scars from the surgeries, something was wrong. “Anyways, one of my friends came over a few days afterwards because I‘m not usually an anti-social person and I had turned off my phone and was just sitting in my room. My house was really quiet after Ana left…” sighing quietly, he held onto the cup with both of his hands, his eyes not meeting Macy’s. “Dahlia was the reason I actually settled down in Salt Lake and stayed here - I went out with her for a couple months when I first moved here. Well, she still liked me and she showed that to me by kissing me.” His voice got quiet and almost slightly bitter as he went on. “I don‘t know why I did, but I took that way too far. Well, Ana came back, for what, I‘m still not sure, and when she went up to my room, well Day was straddling me and her shirt was off.” His voice dropped to just above a whisper, filled with regret. “I saw how hurt she was. And it was all my fault. I really hurt both of them and I hated myself for it. I still do,” he had never really admitted that out loud, though it had been clear enough at times. Now that that was out, it was time to tell her what he had gotten himself into and see if she still wanted to hang out with him.
“Well, I started drinking to try to get rid of the pain I felt and I didn‘t want my eight year old brother around that, so I called my mom and told her Ana and I had just broken up and I didn‘t think I‘d be that much fun for Dylan to be around right then.” Biting his lip uncomfortably again, he finally looked up and let his eyes meet hers, shame and hurt quite evident in them. He shook his head and sighed. “I can take either side of a break-up, but that…that was all my fault. I really hurt two of my best friends by just being stupid.”
He hadn’t really realized that he had been playing with his glass the entire time he had been telling his story and he finally set it down, wondering what she thought of him now. A slight pang shot through him when he remembered when he tried to comfort Ana and she had called him a bastard, hitting the nail right on the head. Those words still hurt even though it had been two months since she said them and they were slowly working on just being friends again, even though that hurt him, too. At least it was better than never seeing her again, even if in the end, he’d have to see her with someone else. Sighing again, he turned his gaze back to the glass of iced tea again. “I stopped drinking not too long ago, though. I went to the back-to-school beach party and that was the first time I saw Ana after that… I got so completely trashed she drove me back to my house and stayed overnight to make sure I was…well, okay.” He shivered involuntarily as he remembered kissing her that night. Staying silent, he took a sip of his tea, wondering what she was going to say, if anything, or if she’d just get up and leave.
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Post by macy rose marlin on Jun 20, 2009 14:26:23 GMT -5
YOU CAN FALL INTO ME
my arms are wide open and will always be Macy grinned when he asked if she would laugh when they went riding. "Probably" she teased. She shrugged when Jason said he'd like to see what Trig could do with training. "I don't know. He wasn't an arena type horse, though. He hated the arena wit a passion. I had to get really creative just to get him into an arena after a while. My dad really wanted him as a roping horse, because he's huge. Chris was going to see what he liked doing." She laughed slightly. "I'm sure he could jump. I just don't know if he'd like it, and he's pretty opinionated. He won't do anything he doesn't want to" She shook her head mildly. Those were the sorts of horses Macy got along best with.
She glanced up at the waitress and quickly told her she'd have the ravioli, glancing over as Jason grabbed her menu and handed it to the woman. Her gaze fell on Jason as he started speaking again. She listened to the whole sorry tale without speaking a word. Se watched him play with his glass, seemingly unable to look her in the eye. She didn't mind. Most people didn't look her in the eye when they were talking about something like that. She leaned forward slightly, resting her hands on his, a silent comfort. Her gaze wandered to the window at the blue sky outside and then back to Jason. "Life sucks and then you die" she said simply, laughing slightly. My dad always used to tell me that. But we can't let that control us. You hurt them, yes, but remember what I was saying the other day, about the people who love us will continue to love us even if we do hurt them, because they knew that they hurt us too? That's where you're at. You have to trust that people love you." She glanced away, shifting her hands from his to rest on her own glass. "Oh" she said, and turned back to him with sharp blue eyes. "You can't hate yourself for what you've done. People make mistakes all the time. We do it every day. Some are worse than others, but you have to learn from it. Hating he mistake doesn't erase it and it only makes you miserable. People let it eat them. You did, for a while, but you got out again. Don't fall into that pit again. I've seen people who did and they never came back out."
She shook her head, her blue eyes turning distant, clearly in some other time. She shook her head, clearing the memory. "There was this guy I knew in high school. We had been good friends for a long time. Our parents were friends. Anyway, he got into some trouble our sophomore year of high school. Ended up getting a girl pregnant. She told him, but was so scared to tell her parents that she killed herself instead. For all of his problems, he loved that girl. He couldn't live without her, couldn't live with what he'd done. He was dead by the end of the summer. Supposedly it was a car crash, solo. They supposed that he swerved to miss a dear and rolled the car. We don't know what he did, but most of us our sure that it wasn't an accident. She turned her blue eyes on him. "I know what it's like to hate yourself for something I was one of his best friends, and I knew what he was going through, but it was a really busy year. We had a huge amount of colts coming in to start and things were just insane. I wasn't there for him like I should have been, and I still wonder sometimes if I could have saved him, if I had been a better friend. But it may not have made any difference. I can't eat myself up wondering if I could have made it better. It was a mistake, a huge mistake, but I cant think about it too much or I'll go crazy from wondering. It's all part of life. You have to find peace about the whole thing. It might take a while, but don't give up until you find it."
She glanced down at her hands, feeling a blush color her cheeks. She tended to not be able to shut up once she got going about something like that. Obviously. All she knew was that she had seen people lose themselves over things like that, and that it killed her to watch it. She had too much of a heart for other people. Not to mention it made her feel helpless. How did you help someone who had such a battle to fight with themselves. There wasn't much you could do. She hated that.
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Post by jason andrew irving on Jun 20, 2009 17:25:05 GMT -5
caterpillar in the tree how you wonder who you‘ll be
CAN‘T GO FAR BUT YOU‘LL ALWAYS DREAM
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nodding his head, he smiled slightly. “Well you can‘t make a horse enjoy something it doesn‘t like. If he would have liked jumping, then perhaps cross country, something out of the arena,” he shrugged. One thing he hated was seeing a horse that looked bored to death doing something with only half of its heart. Make it’s job enjoyable. Casey literally seemed to smile at times when he’d tack her up, though most of the time she’d end up playing with him on those days. At least she was enjoying herself, right?
It surprised him to feel her hands on his, but he relaxed a little bit as he felt them there. An almost ironic expression crossed her face when she told him what her dad use to say and he shrugged. “You know, I never use to understand why people said that, I use to wonder why they didn‘t just enjoy their life, but now I understand why they said that. Sometimes it‘s true,” he said rather bluntly. He shut his mouth as she went on saying things that made perfect sense. He wanted to disagree, but he couldn’t find a point to disagree with. It all made sense, everything she said, but for some reason he knew that even if the chance to get Ana back showed itself, he didn’t know if he’d take it because he was afraid to hurt her again. He was afraid to hurt again. He knew what it was like to drink until he made himself sick now and even though it had been his release, he realized how horrible of a release it was.
He shrugged when she said he couldn’t hate himself. It was kind of like loving someone, he couldn’t just stop. He had always been the kind of person who hated to see people hurt and when he caused the hurt, it took him forever to forgive himself. And this time, he wasn’t sure if he was going to. If he didn’t feel miserable at least a little bit for what he had done, he’d probably feel worse. The pit? Oh he knew that pit she was talking about. He knew it all too well. It had been the one he had been digging himself deeper and deeper in and he nearly buried himself alive, but Ana came along and pulled him out. If it weren’t for her, he’d probably still spend his nights at the Port, probably make another stupid mistake somewhere along the way, whether it was sleeping with one of the drunken girls there or drinking until he killed himself or something in between. He definitely didn’t want to fall into that again.
His eyes dropped away as she told the story of her friend from high school. Unfortunately, he knew if that had happened with Ana, he probably would have taken the same route. Or at least tried; even when he had been completely trashed, thinking it would be better if he was dead, he could never act upon any of the thoughts that popped into his mind. He was too weak, or too strong, however you looked at it, to kill himself. As she explained how bad she felt about losing her friend and he felt her pain, but he couldn’t help but feel like it was a completely different story. She hadn’t been his lover who had killed herself. She didn’t cause his pain. He understood where she was coming from, though, and that was what mattered.
Biting his bottom lip, he took a deep breath and glanced back up at her, smiling slightly. He hated it when other people felt bad for him and besides, this was suppose to be a fun lunch out, not her listening to his sob story of his last failed relationship. Changing the subject, he grinned a bit more. “So I was thinking perhaps we could go back to my house and watch a movie or something after we‘re done here?” It was only a suggestion, something he always found enjoyable. Well, at least when he and Ana had curled up together on the couch. His grin turned slightly sad as he remembered the last time they had been snuggled up on his leather sofa. Whatever it was they had been watching had been completely neglected as he turned to kissing her instead. He wondered if he hadn’t fallen off the couch when he went to take her shirt off if the results of that night would have turned out differently. Perhaps they would have just made love there and they’d still be together. Even if her hands had slid over his scars, maybe down on the couch he wouldn’t have pulled away. Maybe their relationship had been destined to fail anyways, and him being his clumsy self didn’t really change that. Shaking the thoughts from his mind, he sighed as he looked over at her. “Any other ideas?” he asked, simply wondering what her input on what else they could do was if she even wanted to do anything else.
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Post by macy rose marlin on Jun 20, 2009 22:52:53 GMT -5
YOU CAN FALL INTO ME
my arms are wide open and will always be She nodded slightly when he said he had never understood why people said that. She hadn't either, when she was young. It hadn't taken her long to figure it out, though. She had seen her share of pain, in other people, more than herself, but some in her own life as well. She heaved a sigh. "Me either, til I saw how cruel life could be" she said softly, and then smiled her sweet little smile. "But it's well worth it, for the most part" she responded.
She nodded when he asked if she wanted to go over to his place after they ate to watch a movie. "Sure" she responded, nodding a bit. "I definitely don't have any ideas. I'm not exactly a creative soul. As long as it's nothing scary." She laughed a bit. "My brother had this thing about watching horror movies with me and then sneaking into my room to scare the crap out of me. I won't sleep for three nights if we watch a horror." She laughed.
The girl knew it was ridiculous. Most of them were completely ridiculous, things that could never happen, ever. Still, they scared her, they gave her nightmares, and it was even worse now that she was alone. At least in her own home, she had felt safe. She didn't here, on her own, in a big city. She hated even going out after dark in the city, something she had never feared back home in Mississippi. Her favorite time in the world had been night time. She would go out at midnight, sneak carefully out her second story window, crawl down the trellis that her mother had grown vines all over, and then out into the stable, where she had grabbed her old paint mare and gone riding for miles and miles. Always at a dead run, always with no place in particular to go, just because she could.
Now, though, she feared the dark. Her father had had a thing for the forensics shows on CourtTV, about how they got murderers using DNA and fingerprints, and, unlike the horror films, it had given her a real story, of things that truly happened sometimes. Not often, but sometimes. Those stories, though, never took place in small town Mississippi. They were always in the city. Salt Lake wasn't that big, but it was big enough, bigger than her town in Mississippi. And frankly, it scared her. Sure, she was too trusting, but she wasn't that trusting. The dark didn't scare her so much as the things that happened in the dark. Mugs and rapes and killings rarely happened in the light of day. It was only during the night.
She glanced at him with a sheepish little smile. She knew it was foolish. She could lock her doors at night, dead bolt them, and there was no way that anyone could get in. Still, it did little to allay her fears. Horses were like guard dogs, or their's had been, anyway. They would spook, take off running thunderously when someone came in, and the dogs went crazy whenever they heard someone coming. Any of them would have taken someone who got any of the Marlin family scared. And of course, there was the fact that her father and brother knew how to work a gun and that any manner of firearms were easily accessible. It was comforting. She didn't have that in the city. It was just her. No dogs. No horses. No guns. AS if she would be able to do anything if someone decided to come get her. The only thing she had were her doors. She knew that women lived alone all the time, but it didn't make a difference. She didn't want to be one of the ones that did get hurt. Horror movies did nothing to allay her fears, for obvious reasons.
"Did you have a particular movie in mind?" she asked curiously. She didn't watch movies often, mostly because of lack of time. Of course, there were those nights when a group of her friends had gotten together and watched movies, sometimes three or five in a row. It had been good times for all, and all the more fun because she didn't watch movies often at all.
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Post by jason andrew irving on Jun 21, 2009 11:37:23 GMT -5
caterpillar in the tree how you wonder who you‘ll be
CAN‘T GO FAR BUT YOU‘LL ALWAYS DREAM
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The young man smile when she said okay to going back to his house and watching a movie. He loved movie nights, especially with his good friends. “Hmmm…” he said, wondering what they could watch. “Nothing scary, that‘s fine. I‘m not big on horror movies, anyways. And I‘m definitely not in the mood to watch some sappy love movie,” he shrugged, glancing away for a brief moment before finish off the glass of tea, letting the sweet liquid linger in his mouth for a moment before he swallowed it. He had never been a big fan of scary movies. Most of them seemed to be quite similar anyways, in a vague way at least. There was always some back story to what was going on and then there was some sort of creepy noise that they went to figure out what made it and that killed them or the pretty little girl was left alone and she died or someone went insane and killed off a bunch of people for one reason or another. Yes, that was the basic plot for most scary movies these days.
Love movies on the other hand were something he was rather fond of, even though they too seemed to have a similar layout with what happened in it. It was something that other guys would sort of look at him funny when he’d say he liked them, but he wasn’t going to deny it. Some of them were incredibly adorable, especially when he had someone to curl up on the couch with and watch it with. They usually weren’t the kind of movie he’d watch by himself, but with a girl friend or his girlfriend, sure. There were quite a few out there that he liked, but The Lake House and PS I love you were probably two of his absolute favorites; they were just so sweet. Of course, after his messy break up he wasn’t in the mood to watch something like that.
It didn’t take much longer for their food to get there and he suddenly realized how hungry he was. For the last two months he hadn’t been eating nearly as much as he use to and for once, the sight of food didn’t make him feel sick to his stomach. Sure, he had been eating more lately, but not nearly as much as he had before the breakup with Ana. He was putting back on weight, which was a good thing after how skinny he was. Grinning across the table at Macy, he looked at her ravioli and it too looked absolutely delicious. That was why he loved this place, basically everything that they had here to eat was really, really good. There had only been one thing that he had tried that he didn’t really like and that was the baked potato side, but his mom had always been fantastic at making sure her baked potatoes were perfectly moist inside, not dry. It was kind of like Macy and her burgers not comparing to back home.
After he took a bite of his lunch, grinning as he did so, he glanced over at Macy as she asked about a particular movie. “Nope,” he said, shrugging. “Any ideas?” he asked, smiling. No horror movies and no romance flicks. Laughing, he shot her a teasing glance. “Something like a Disney movie orrrr an action film or I dunno. You pick. I‘m pretty flexible.” Smiling, he took another bite of his lunch, absolutely loving the flavor. He was a big seafood person, that was for sure. The seafood salad was just like chicken salad, only with crab and a few kinds of fish instead of, well, chicken. It was delicious. It almost tasted like something that one of the restaurants in New York had. The thought of eating at one of his favorite restaurants again when he went back to visit made him smile and he knew what he was going to bring Macy back, even though he’d have to get it right before he left. “I know what I‘ll get you from New York. New York style cheesecake,” he laughed, suddenly wanting a piece. Other places claimed to have “New York style” but it really didn’t compare to one of the corner deli’s cheesecake. “Best cheesecake you will ever have.” He knew that all sounded completely random, but hey, it worked in his mind.
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Post by macy rose marlin on Jun 22, 2009 20:04:47 GMT -5
YOU CAN FALL INTO ME
my arms are wide open and will always be She grinned when he said he wasn't going to watch any sappy love movies. It surprised her, but not especially, if you get my meaning. It did surprise her, but it didn't, at the same time. He seemed the sort that wouldn't mind watching chick flicks, but she could understand why he wouldn't like them, if he had just gone through a nasty break up. She could think of numerous reasons that it would be painful to watch something sappy and sweet, most of which would probably remind him of her, Ana, hadn't that been her name? She was pretty sure that was it, not that she was anything great with names. In fact, she was quite bad at them. It was a wonder she had remembered Jason's name, really.
"Well, I just bought A Knight's Tale, if you've any interest in that" she responded. "It's a pretty funny movie. My brother and I watched it all the time. The choreography is pretty bad, but the movie is funny. Definitely one of Heath Ledger's better movies" she said with a slight laugh.
She didn't like Heath Ledger that much, although she did have to give him the fact that he wasn't a bad looking guy. Still, she liked watching his movies. 10 Things I Hate About You also ranked top on her list. Julia Stiles and Heath Ledger were like, the best romantic duo on the planet. She loved them when they were together. Of course, there was always the chance that she would get insanely homesick upon seeing the movie; it always made her think of her brother. It was, however, a risk she was willing to take. THe movie was funny enough that it would probably keep her laughing instead of crying or something. It would be good to be reminded of home, in some ways.
She grabbed a fork as the ravioli came and promptly dug in. She smiled a bit when he said he knew what he'd bring her. She blushed slightly. People didn't usually give her things. She wasn't entirely sure how to take it. "You don't have to get me anything" she responded lightly with a slight smile. It was true enough. She wasn't a huge fan of favors, although she didn't mind doing them for other people. She didn't like feeling she needed to pay someone back, and she always did, no matter how hard she tried not to, no matter how much people told her she didn't need to. She still felt she did. It was a little ridiculous, really, but it was true.
She glanced over at his plate and wrinkled her nose a bit. "Never a huge seafood fan" she explained with a slight laugh. Having not grown up in a place where seafood was accessible, she hadn't grown accustomed to it, nor had she found that she had a taste for it when she tried it once. Granted that had been a while ago. She might like it better now, but she wasn't really willing to try after her last experience with crab.
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Post by jason andrew irving on Jun 25, 2009 16:00:56 GMT -5
caterpillar in the tree how you wonder who you‘ll be
CAN‘T GO FAR BUT YOU‘LL ALWAYS DREAM
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He shrugged and nodded his head when she suggested the movie. “Sure, why not? I like funny movies,” he said, smiling. And it would probably work to get his mind off of things. Or not, since they’d be crashing on his couch. Whatever, he’d survive. He was going to have to get use to it, anyways. It’s not like he could avoid every little thing that reminded him of his ex for the rest of his life. If he did that, he’d end up living in a box and that was something that he couldn’t see himself doing for any reason. He didn’t like to be called a materialistic person, but he did like his comfort. Besides, his piano wouldn’t fit inside of the box unless it was a very, very large box.
There weren’t really any specific actors or actresses he followed or anything, so Heath Ledger’s name didn’t really strike any chords, other than the fact he thought he had died at a rather young age. As long as the movie was good, he didn’t really care who was in it. He loved stupid humor, things like Monty Python and the Holy Grail. It was so ridiculously stupid, but he loved it nonetheless. Actions, chick flicks, comedy, anything was basically good. Horror and drama were really the only two movie genres he didn’t like, though there were a few good dramas out there. Horror movies were too predictable, though if he really wanted to get into that, most movies were predictable and drama…well, there was enough drama in life. He didn’t need to see it on TV.
He saw her cheeks redden slightly and he shrugged when she said he didn’t have to get her anything. “I know,” he said simply, a crooked smile crossing his face. “Just because I don‘t have to doesn‘t mean that I don‘t want to.” Shrugging again, he turned back to his food, picking out a piece of crab. There was a lot of fish he wasn’t too crazy about; anything that tasted like he was swallowing lake water was a definite no, but crab and lobster he loved, but maybe that was because most of what he had always had was usually fairly fresh. It either came straight from the ocean or from a farm not too far away.
His dark eyebrows rose when she wrinkled her nose at his lunch and he couldn’t help but laugh at her explanation. “Well you probably never had fresh seafood. Anything frozen is not very good.” That held true with a lot of foods, though. Frozen anything wasn’t usually good, unless of course it was ice cream. And sometimes he was just in the mood for a frozen dinner, he couldn’t explain it. Sometimes the want to just throw his food in the microwave and eat it two minutes later. Of course, that would usually require him to drive to the store and then go back to his house since he rarely kept them in his house and that was just too much work, so he’d end up ordering pizza or just going through a fast food place.
As he continued to eat his lunch, he couldn’t help but wonder what her home, her family was like. Growing up on a horse ranch would be wonderful, though he really couldn’t complain about his childhood. Glancing across the table, a thought suddenly hit him and a grin crossed his face. “Sooo, not to go back on the whole horse-topic thing, but next time you talk to your brother, perhaps you could see if there‘s any out there I might like?” he suggested, still smiling. “Maybe something that I might be able to work with and see if it might like to jump.” He knew they were western horses out there, but maybe they’d have one that would make a nice all-round horse. It didn’t have to be a top-notch jumper, just something he could have fun with. What could be better than getting a horse from someone who he knew? He‘d know the horse had been well taken care of. “Then if you decide you want your filly out here, they could travel up here together.” It was just a suggestion, something that had randomly popped into his mind and he figured he’d see what she thought of it. It couldn’t hurt for them to sell another horse, either.
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Post by macy rose marlin on Jun 28, 2009 22:21:57 GMT -5
YOU CAN FALL INTO ME
my arms are wide open and will always be She smiled and nodded when he said he liked comedy movies. "Cool" she responded, in a tone that sort of said "that settles it, then." She continued to eat, neatly and politely, unlike some people who just sort of shoveled it in. Macy was definitely a rather ladylike sort of girl. Mostly it just had to do with upbringing. If Macy had had her way as a little girl, she would have run around naked and screaming like a little indian girl. Of course, her parents had put the cabosh on that quite early in her life, but she had never quite stopped wishing she could be Pocahontas. Have I mentioned that that was her favorite movie? As a kid, anyway. Well, truth be told, it still was, but she wasn't likely to willingly admit it. Of course, if anyone asked, she would be truthful, but she didn't just go telling people that.
She shrugged a bit when he said just because he didn't have to didn't mean he didn't want to, a small smile creeping along her face. "Fine then, just don't do it because you feel obligated" she said with a slight laugh. "I don't like when people feel like they have to get me something. I think we may have been over this already" she said with a slight laugh. They had covered a lot of territory when they wandered around campus, she realized. More than she had thought at first. He probably knew more about her than she had even noticed she was sharing. Oh well. It wasn't as if she minded. Macy was a pretty open book.
She laughed when he said frozen stuff wasn't very good. "We lived off frozen stuff when my mom was gone. Dad always told me I should could, and I said no." She laughed a bit at the memory. It had aggravated her father to no end that she wouldn't cook, but truth be told, she really couldn't. Which was ridiculous, because her mother was practically a chef. Same with her grandmother. She ought to have been a natural. She knew if she ever planned on getting married, she'd have to figure it out, though. No husband of hers would eat TV dinners...At least, not on a regular basis.
Macy smiled when he went back to horses. A guy after her own spirit, obviously. She found herself doing that all the time, and it drove most other people crazy. "Definitely" she said with a slight smile. "It's really too bad my mom won't part with her gelding" she mused, pushing a few noodles around on her plate. She was getting full. "She never uses the poor boy, and I think you'd probably get along with him" She smiled a bit. "He's a pleaser for the most part, but he'll be sure and let you know if you've screwed something up, and gee whiz, can that horse hold a grudge!" she giggled. "I remember this one time, he spooked at something, and I came off, holding onto his rein, and sort of cranked his head around, pulled on his mouth pretty good. That horse wouldn't let me catch him for a month straight, I swear. I even went out with grain! What horse refuses a good handful of grain?" She laughed and shook her head. "Of course, I went out one day and he came running over and nuzzled my hair and lipped my palm and we were best friends again" She laughed.
Macy was the sort of person who remembered every horse she had ever ridden, and pretty much everything that had ever happened while she was riding them. She could tell you every incident she had had when it came to anything equine. She couldn't remember much else worth crap, but she could remember that. She also remembered advice, even if it was something vague or that she never used, she remembered it. It was just the way she was. Selective memory...Except, not. Because she would have liked to be able to remember people's names. But she found that nearly impossible, for some reason, much to her disgust.
She let her thoughts wandered for a while, and then a grin spread across her face. "I'll have to ask if they've sold Winchester yet, but I don't think they have" she said. "He was this big old brown and white pinto gelding. And I do mean big. I think he's like, Shire Thoroughbred cross or something ridiculous like that. He's like, 17 hands, and the boy can jump. We had a heck of a time keeping him in. You'd probably have to work him to get him to go under saddle, but he broke easy. Too smart, really" She smiled a bit. "He piles you if he gets bored, so I was always trying to figure out new things to do, but he was a pretty good old boy. 6, I think, now." She looked at the ceiling, apparently doing some math in her head. "Yeah, he'd be six now" She nodded a bit. "You two would get along fabulously" she said with a slight nod.
Macy was also pretty good at pairing people to horses. She could look at someone who wanted to come ride with her and know which horse they would get along with, or rather, perhaps, which horse would get along with them. She was a good judge of personality that way. There were some personality types that just sort of clashed with each other. Then there were those who got along. It was something that came fairly easily to her, on the horse end of things, anyway. People were harder, because they had so many locked doors and dark corners; horses were open books. They always told you exactly what they were thinking and feeling, so long as you were listening. It was probably why Macy got along with them so well; she was the same way. No secrets, no dark corners, lay everything out on the table. That was how she was.
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Post by jason andrew irving on Jun 29, 2009 21:28:18 GMT -5
caterpillar in the tree how you wonder who you‘ll be
CAN‘T GO FAR BUT YOU‘LL ALWAYS DREAM
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He laughed when she said she lived off of frozen food when her mom wasn’t around. “When my parents had to work the same shift at the hospital, we‘d just order pizza. Both my mom and dad were pretty good cooks, but my mom was definitely better.” Their shifts didn‘t often overlap, but sometimes one of them would be caught in an emergency surgery or something and their shifts would overlap or something to the extent. “I can cook pretty well, I mean, I lived on my own for a while so I had to learn how to, but once Ana moved in with me she was definitely the better cook.” Besides, he hurt himself when he cooked. He’d always end up burning himself or cutting himself or something. He wasn’t the most coordinated person, that was for sure, and for that reason, well, there was a bloodstain on one of his cutting boards when he had been chopping mushrooms for Ana for dinner one day. Surprisingly enough, there was only one.
Listening to her talk about her mom’s gelding, he smiled. She definitely had a thing for horses; something told him she probably got along better with them than people. Not that he blamed her. Some people were just plain stupid while horses were honest. If they didn’t like what their rider was doing, well, the rider would know. There was nothing to hide with a horse, unless it had been abused. That’s where the dark secrets were. All you had to do was figure out where their fears lied and then work through that. He had never really worked with any like that, but he had seen it. One of his friends had rescued a horse from an auction and he had seen her take that terrified half arab and turn it into a fantastic show horse. The two had made a great team and that horse really trusted her.
He nodded his head when she talked about the big paint and grinned. “Well if they haven‘t sold him, see how much they want him and we can ship both him and your filly up here if you want to do that.” It was completely up to her if she wanted her horse up here, of course, but if one was making the trip, he’d get a horse from them, too and ship two up instead. “You‘ll have to help me with him, though. Since I haven‘t rode in a couple years it‘s not like I‘ll be able to just hop on and do everything I was doing before,” he said, sighing slightly. He wished he wouldn’t have to go clear back to square one; he could be the impatient kind of person when it came to re-learning things. It was the same way with him running. Since he hadn’t been able to go running for quite some time after the accident and his surgeries, he had put off actually starting again. And then he started drinking which only made him lay around more so when he decided he was going to start running again - or rather his dog had decided to take off on him and he had to go chasing after her - he had become winded rather quickly which irked him to no end. He couldn’t go nearly as far as he use to be able to, but he could go for ten, fifteen minutes at a jog without feeling like he was going to collapse now.
Their waitress returned, asking if they wanted dessert and he glanced over at Macy’s lunch and shook his head since she seemed like she was getting full. He was definitely done; he forgot how filling their lunches here were. And during his drinking phase, he didn’t eat nearly as much as he did before it so he filled up rather quickly now. Flashing a smile as the waitress dropped off the check, he picked it up and pulled his wallet from his back pocket, pulling out enough money to cover their lunch and the tip. “Do you want a box for the rest?” he asked, motioning to her ravioli. Glancing at his dish, he realized he had much more to eat than he realized and there wasn’t really enough to take home.
Smiling across the table at her, he sighed. “Ready? We can run back to the dorms and pick up your movie and then head back to my place,” he suggested, standing up and waiting for her. As they headed out, he grabbed the door and held it open for her, unlocking the car with a press of a button as they reached the parking lot and he grabbed the passenger’s door for her, shutting it behind her before going over to the driver’s side and climbing it and settling down into the leather seats. “Want the top down?” he asked, grinning. It was a hot, summer day and having the convertible top down would feel fantastic. Grinning, he turned on the silver car and pulled over to get out of the parking lot, trying to turn left. Of course the street had to be busy today but if he had been on his own, he would have just waited even if it took forever, but with Macy sitting beside him, he bit his lip nervously and turned right out of the parking lot, heading down through the intersection where he had been hit. There was no place to turn around between Market Street’s parking lot and the intersection. Gritting his teeth, his fingers tensed on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white as he pulled up to the stop sign.
The wreck had been months ago and he had only been through here once. It was about time he sucked it up and managed to go through the intersection without having a mental break down like he did last time. At least this time he wasn’t going through the same way he had been when he was hit. Chewing on his bottom lip, he stopped at the red sign, his eyes darting from left to right nervously. He could almost hear the sound of shattering glass and metal-on-metal echoing in his ears. Glancing from left to right uneasily, he made sure the other cars came to a complete stop before he pressed down on the gas petal, glad to get out of there. Of course, he didn’t breathe an easy breath until he was completely through, glancing over at Macy and hoping she didn’t think he was some sort of mental idiot. Then again, if there was one thing he had learned about her it was that she didn’t seem to judge people in that sort of way.
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