sparks fly whenever you smile//*MACY

[macy rose marlin]

YOU CAN FALL INTO ME
my arms are wide open and will always be

She grinned when he said that they just ordered in pizza, and then that he was a pretty good cook. "We used to love it when we'd go to the city and stay in the motel and get to order in pizza" She laughed slightly, realizing what a hick that made her sound like. Oh well. She sort of was one, in a very loose sense of the word. Well, depending on how you defined it, I suppose. Still, she was a small town girl, through and through. There wasn't anything about the city that was to her liking; it was so much noise, so many people, so many buildings. It was simply overwhelming to a girl who had hardly set foot in the city in her life. Her town didn't even have a stoplight, for goodness sake.

She grinned and nodded when he said she should ask about him. "I will. My brother should call tonight, in fact" she said with a slight smile. Her family was amazing. She got a call from someone basically every night. Her parents went back and forth between calling, and then her brother dropped her a line every Tuesday night, usually. "I'll write myself a note so I don't forget to ask" She added with a slight laugh. Macy was always doing things like that. As I have said before, bad memory unless it had to do with horses.

She shrugged a bit, then nodded when he asked if she wanted a box. "Sure. Leftovers are easy" she said with a laugh. When the waitress bought the box for her, she quickly shoved the pasta into the Styrofoam square and folded the lid closed. She nodded when he asked if she was ready. “Ready? We can run back to the dorms and pick up your movie and then head back to my place,” "Awesome" she responded, getting up from her seat and pushing her chair back in. It was another pet peeve of hers when people left the chairs out; mostly because she tended to run into them if they weren't pushed in.

She followed him back out to the parking lot, glancing around with a slight sigh. For some reason, it made her miss rodeo. When she had been younger, all of them had gone together, but then when her brother got his license, they'd gone up by themselves, and their parents had come up to watch and help out and then gone on home to get to bed at a decent hour. For some reason, the little restaurant reminded her of early mornings at truck stop, 24 hour restaurants, and late night drives through the dark. That was what rodeo was, usually; late nights, and lots of them, if you were serious. Her and her brother had taken championships for team roping her sophomore and junior years, before he graduated. Her freshman year, she had been a horrible roper. She tended to miss every time, which twirked Chris off to no end. After the season, he had spent hours making her figure it out so they didn't look stupid again, and, obviously, the work had paid off. It was another of Macy's prides, something that hadn't come naturally, but that she had made herself good at through lots of hard work. She didn't even want to count how many hours she had been there roping calves. She had done it until she thought her arm would fall off and then she had done it some more. It had been miserable at the time, but looking back, it was definitely one of her fonder memories.

She shrugged a bit when he asked if she wanted the top down. That was one thing a lot of people found annoying about Macy. When it came to things like that, she rarely had an opinion. "Where do you want to eat?" I don't care. "Where shall we go on vacation?" "I don't care." And it was true, it wasn't like she was just saying it. Still, the lack of opinion tended to be annoying. Macy was just almost too go with the flow. Not to mention she didn't particularly like making decisions, especially when other people were involved and would be effected by the decision, even if it was extremely minor. She would rather someone else make it, because she knew she didn't care. She figured someone who did have an opinion might as well make the decision.

She glanced over when he tensed up, a curious look in her eyes, but she didn't ask. She knew he had given her a lot more today than she could really expect, and she didn't think it polite to keep pushing him. People responded lots of different ways when they were pushed to an emotional limit with the whole confession thing, and she didn't care to find out which sort Jason was. As much for her own benefit as his. "So were your parents into riding, or did you just get into it yourself{/b]" she asked, even though she was pretty sure she already knew the answer. It was the first thing that came to mind.

Words: 859
Notes: Finished it!
Outfit: Clicky

[jason andrew irving]

caterpillar in the tree how you wonder who you‘ll be
CAN‘T GO FAR BUT YOU‘LL ALWAYS DREAM

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He laughed when she said leftovers were easy, just shaking his head in a humored way. Of course they were easy, but they hardly ever tasted as good the second day as they did the first. Reheating food just didn’t cut it. Unless of course it was pizza, then it made an excellent breakfast the next morning - straight from the fridge and cold. The breakfast of champions he had always joked when his mom had just rolled his eyes at him when he’d pull the pizza from the fridge bright and early in the morning. The only other thing that really compared to cold pizza was fried chicken straight from the fridge. Those were his two favorite leftovers, probably because they almost tasted better cold than they did hot. Almost.

Glancing over at her as she shrugged, he raised his eyebrows slightly. Her hair was tied back, so she couldn’t complain about it getting tangled like some girls did. Then again, she seemed to be the type that that wouldn’t really bother her. Shrugging, he pressed a button on the dash board and the top slid down, a small smile crossing his face as he did. If there was one thing he had to have in a car, it was a convertible. He absolutely loved it in the summer. He couldn’t understand the people who drove around with their windows up and the air conditioning on all the time. Sure, if it was incredibly humid or if they were all dressed up and going somewhere, maybe, but to have the air on all the time was just annoying. He’d rather feel the warm, summer air. He might not look like it, but he was definitely an outdoorsy guy.

A shiver coursed up his spine as pulled up to the intersection, looking over to the direction where he had been coming from when he was hit. With a shudder, he realized that this was the way the other car had came from and plowed directly into him. Getting through there was quite a relief and he glanced sideways at Macy, kind of surprised she hadn’t questioned him, though he did catch the curious look in her eyes. Then again, she wasn’t like most people he knew. She seemed to avoid pushing anyone too far, putting them out of their comfort zone. He liked that about her, he could be around her without worrying about her saying something to make him uncomfortable about something he did, like his drinking or his nerves at an intersection.

Thinking about it, he realized the only reason he hadn’t completely freaked out at the road was because he was coming from a different direction. He was fairly sure if he had been going the same way he had been when he had been hit, he’d do exactly what he did last time. When he had gone through with Ana, he had tensed up, just as he had this time, but when he had pulled up to the stop sign and looked around, he had panicked and had a flash back, going back to the night of the wreck. He had seen everything like he had been there; even in broad daylight, things had changed to black, the headlights coming at his car had been right there, just like he remembered it. He had heard the sound of the glass shattering and the screeching of the metal on his car being pushed in to him and distorted. The sharp pain of his temple smacking hard against the side of his car and the absolute terror he had felt had all been there, just by driving through. At least the pain he had felt in his ribcage didn’t come around until he regained consciousness in the back of the ambulance as he had been rushed to the hospital. He didn’t want to relive that pain; he had never felt anything like it before.

Sighing a deep sigh of relief as they got out of Memory Lane, almost literally, he looked over at Macy again, wiggling his fingers a little bit to get rid of the tension. Turning his eyes back onto the road, he took a deep breath and felt much more relaxed than he had been a few minutes before. “I was, uh, I was hit back in that intersection,” he explained, shrugging. Did she know he had been in a bad wreck? He couldn’t remember if he had told her the whole story or if that was all she knew. It only made sense to explain his tension, though. It’s not like he freaked out at every intersection. Why did the good food places have to be on that same road again? Sighing again, he turned down the road that would take them back to the dorms, raising his eyebrows to show he was listening when she started talking again.

He smiled when she asked if his parents rode and shook his head. “Nah, it was just something I did. I went to a private school and a couple of the girls I talked to there were into it, so I decided to go up to the barn with one of them and try it out and I loved it,” smiling, he shrugged again. He didn’t really have any super close friends at the private school, but he had a few friends. Most of the kids there were incredibly stuck up. It was like a whole see-who’s-family-had-more-money competition for a lot of them and that drove him nuts. Unfortunately, the area where he lived was sort of like that, too. They had their wonderful neighbors who were like them, not really wanting to flaunt their money around, but there were those families who had to have the biggest deck, the deepest swimming pool or the most expensive cars in the neighborhood. Laughing quietly, he glanced over at her for a split second, a small smile on his face. “I didn‘t really get along with most of the kids in that school, so riding was nice. It was like the horses I rode were my friends and I didn‘t need the snobs at school.” Stopping at a stop sign and glancing around before pulling through, he continued. “Well I ended up going to public school when I was fourteen - well, I started riding when I was fourteen - anyways, it was quite a relief, but I kept riding. One of the girls I became really good friends with at my new school - we actually dated for two years-” he sighed, remembering their relationship. It was his first true relationship and his first bad breakup, the thing that had sent him running from New York. “Well, she rode western, she barrel raced with her little horse, and that was something I had never really seen before. The way it was at my old school was the kids with money rode english with their tall, expensive horses and the kids who didn‘t have money did contesting and such.” Rolling his eyes, he shook his head. “I always thought it was stupid, especially for them to just say western kids were poor, I mean, some of those saddles are completely decked out in silver, they looked more expensive than all of my tack put together.” Well, maybe not. But still, the silver on some of those saddles was crazy. Pulling into the dorms, he smiled. “It was never about money to me, though. I always thought that was stupid, especially to see the kids getting mad at their horses when they came out with less than a blue ribbon.” His voice turned a little cold towards the end. It wasn’t the horse’s fault their rider couldn’t sit on them right. That was one thing he liked about the horses he had leased - they didn’t just teach him to sit there and look pretty, they taught him how to stay on.

Putting the car in park, he got out and opened her door for her, grinning. “Shall I wait here, then?” If all she was doing was running in and grabbing the movie, it shouldn’t take that long. She wasn’t like his first girlfriend who had spent what seemed like four hours getting ready and then when they stopped back to grab something, she’d take another half hour to make sure she still looked good. Looking nice was one thing. Obsessing over how you looked and taking forever to get ready was another. The first was a good thing, the latter he only found annoying. And that came from him, a guy who usually took quite some time - for a guy, at least - to get ready and make sure everything matched.

word count; 1,454
wearing; this
driving; 2009 Mercedes

[macy rose marlin]

YOU CAN FALL INTO ME
my arms are wide open and will always be

Macy Marlin probably would have starved to death had it not been for take out left overs. She was always either eating out or reheating the leftovers from t he takeout. She was a horrible cook. Well, not horrible. Everything she had ever made was edible, she just didn't like doing it for herself. She didn't have a problem cooking for other people, it just seemed like a lot of effort to make something for herself.

Macy was certainly not the type to be bothered by tangled hair. It didn't matter what she did, it seemed her curls always tended to end up in a rat's nest, especially in the morning. She had to drench it with conditioner and detangler just to get a brush through it, never mind a comb. Still, she had developed a tough head over the years, and she even liked having her hair pulled on. It felt good. You had to pull a big chunk, though, not just little individual hairs. It just hurt, then. She wasn't one to care much, either, about the AC or the windows down. She dealt well with the heat, although she was a fan of windows down in the summer time. It just made for such a taste of freedom. It was great.

She nodded slightly when he said he had been hit in that particular intersection. She couldn't imagine having that much baggage, but it made sense. Truth be told, she'd never been in a car accident. A fender bender, but that had been when she was little. She barely remembered it, and obviously it hadn't been terribly traumatizing, since the memory hadn't stuck with her. It was hardly worth mentioning, really.

She nodded a bit when he said it was just something he did. She grinned when he said he tried it and loved it. "It's hard not to fall in love" she said with a slight laugh. Truthfully, what wasn't to love? Well, she supposed you had to be careful to whom you asked that question. There were probably lots of people out there who could give you a million reasons not to like the whole horse business. But Macy could have given you a million reasons to love them just on her own. Somewhere along the way it had to even out, right?

She nodded a bit when he asked if he should just wait there. "Yeah, I'll be just a second" she responded, opening her door and bounding out, nearly tripping on her way out the door. She came down on her hands and burst out laughing as she straightened again, dusting her slightly scuffed up palms on her jeans. "Well that was smooth" she said, still laughing slightly as she turned and bounded up the steps to her apartment.

She made short work of getting up the stairs to her second story apartment and then stopped at the door, rummaging in her pockets. "You've got to be kidding me" she mumbled to herself, and turned around. She bounded back down the steps and out to the car, pulling open the door and leaning in to rummage around in her purse. "Forgot my keys" she said blithely, holding them up to show him before turning and closing the door behind her. Once more she scaled the steps and came to a stop in front of her door, slipping they key in and deftly turning it.

The knob turned easily as she let herself into the room, tossing her keys on the counter. She wandered over to her TV and squatted down next to it, riffling through the almost ridiculous amount of DVDs she owned until she finally came to A Knight's Tale. She grabbed the disk and quickly shut the doors on the shelves and went back out the door, grabbing her keys as she went and locking the door behind her.

She made her way quickly down the steps, pulling open the door to Jason's convertible again, slipping in, tossing the DVD onto the center console. "Ready" she said with a slight laugh.

Words: 680
Notes: Finally finished. i'm sorry it sucks so much.
Outfit: Clicky

[jason andrew irving]

caterpillar in the tree how you wonder who you‘ll be
CAN‘T GO FAR BUT YOU‘LL ALWAYS DREAM

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The young man brushed his fingertips on his left hand against his forehead, a little bit in front of his temple where he had a scar from cracking his head against the side of his car when it was hit with a little sigh. It was just some sort of habit that he had picked up anything he thought about the wreck. There was a little welt there from the stitches it had required and it was a little lighter than the rest of his skin, though it was hardly ever in sight thanks to his thick, curly hair. Actually, Ana was probably one of the few people who knew it was even there, though his other scars were another story. There were a quite a few along his arms because of the glass that had shattered during the crash and fell along his body, one which was about an inch and a half long that crossed the vein in his wrist. He figured he’d get some weird looks because of that one and some people who didn’t know him might think he was suicidal, but the more he thought about it, he realized his jagged scar wasn’t exactly like the straight razor marks he would have made if he was trying to kill himself. Of course, anyone who knew much about what he had gone through after his car had been totaled knew about the two scars that ran down nearly the entire length of his torso. Not many people had seen those ones, though. They definitely made him more than a little self conscious. Of course, he didn’t really have a choice with those ones; his only real option after the wreck had been surgery and since the first one didn’t completely fix everything, they had to go back in and do more again.

A little sigh escaped him when she said it was hard to not fall in love. Oh, he knew she was talking about horses, but the last time he had used the words in love he had been talking about Ana and now that was gone. Well, not his feelings for her. Those were still there, locked away in his heart, but their relationship was over. He felt that twinge of bitterness start to well up inside him as he once again thought about how all of it was his fault; her pain, the end of their relationship, it was all because of his infidelity, because he had let his own pain get the better of him and he had come so, so close to sleeping with his best friend. He still didn’t know what would have happened if Ana hadn’t shown up and walked in on them. Oh, he could basically guarantee he would have gone all the way and he would have woke up the next morning with Day by his side, but after that he was at a loss. There were so many different possibilities that could have happened, the one being the most likely would have been him running from Salt Lake like he ran from New York, only this time because of the terrible guilt that would be eating away at him. After that, he had ran the millions of possibilities through his mind, one of which ended with him six feet under. If he had left Utah and gone somewhere other than back home to New York and picked up drinking, there was a good chance he would have drank until he killed himself. Though the way things had played out after Ana walked in on him and Day, he would have been dead and buried by now if she hadn’t stepped in on his alcohol addiction.

He fought back the thoughts that would be sure to push him back into his depression as they pulled in, nodding his head when she said for him to just wait there, smiling in response. He jumped as she hit the ground, looking at her clearly concerned. “Are you okay?” he asked before he heard her slight sarcasm, a grin crossing his face. From horses to the fact they could just laugh off a tumble caused by their own two feet, they did have a lot in common. His mind started to wander, this time on Macy as she disappeared from sight, only to reappear a moment later. As she explained the short trip to her dorm, he burst out laughing, knowing that was something he had been known to do, at least when he wasn’t driving. When he was driving, on the other hand, his car keys and his house keys were together so he had a hard time forgetting one of them.

Shaking his head as she disappeared again, the smile lingered on his face after she was gone. He could feel something rather familiar sparking up the more he was around her, but it was rather unwelcome. Even if it was just sort of a long lost sister sort of feel, he didn’t want to feel any attraction towards her. He didn’t want to feel any sort of attraction towards anyone. What if he made the same mistake with the sweet, innocent, southern girl he made with Dahlia and took advantage of her? He honestly didn’t trust himself after that. As he waited for her, he tapped his fingers along his hood nervously. The more he let himself think, the more he began to wonder if this movie night was a bad idea. It wasn’t that he expected anything to happen; Macy didn’t seem like the kind of girl who would just kiss him out of the blue and bring out his desperate, lusting side, he was just worrying himself the more he thought, but the image of him pinning her down on his couch was too clear in his mind for him to relax. Not that that was likely to happen; it seemed like anytime he and Ana had gotten rather intimate on the couch, he had ended up on the floor and it would give her time to get away, but just the fact that the thought had crossed his mind made him uneasy. Sure, it had just been him imagining the worst that could happen, but with that being the worst didn’t make him feel any better; he hated the fact that he even for a moment, he thought he might take advantage of one of his friends, though it wouldn't be the first time. He had thought for the longest time he wasn't the kind of guy who would do that but after the incident with Day, he was questioning himself more and more.

He bit his lip, debating whether or not it would be better to send her a text saying the movie might be a bad idea and head back to his house, but before he could even pull his phone from his pocket, she appeared from the dorm again, movie in hand this time. Before he could step over to open her door, she was in the seat and he shook his head slightly, smiling. “Yep, got everything?” Sliding back into the driver’s seat and turning on the car, he pulled out of the dorm lot quietly, reasoning with himself as he headed back to his house. He had only thought of that because he had been thinking of everything that could go wrong; there was no way he’d force her into doing anything she didn’t want to. As he reminded himself about the morals he had grown up with, he pulled into his driveway, thankful it was a short ride from the dorms to his house and she didn’t have to question him about his silence. Leaving the top down, he pulled into his garage and shut off the car, slipping his shoes off and holding open the door that led into his house for her. Letting it snap shut behind him, he grinned at her, feeling much more relaxed now that he was actually back in his house and led her over to his family room. “Would you like the grand tour or would you rather just watch the movie?” he teased slightly, a grin place on his face as he waited for her answer.

word count; 1,376
wearing; this
driving; 2009 Mercedes
notes; wow that sucks content-wise. sorry =/