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Post by Kendra Beaumont on Mar 28, 2008 11:00:05 GMT -6
Kendra blinked as she listened. Her head fell, but then she picked it back up again. She hated when people talked like this. She sighed. "Age should never be a factor. It's only a couple of years. I act more mature than my actual age. I've received training as if I had been riding for years. You have to understand that age doesn't matter and it shouldn't. I know you're trying to protect me. It's really sweet, but I'm not a child. I may be younger than you, but I'm not...like five," she replied. She reached her hand up and touched his cheek. She smiled. She gently stroked her thumb over his cheek. "Young should never be the matter. It's if we get along and have the same things in common, not age. So stop worrying about that," she muttered. If she got hurt, it didn't matter. She had to grow up. Her parents never really cared what she did. They knew she could see thing happen before they actually do.
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Post by Tyler Kurucz on Mar 29, 2008 14:21:25 GMT -6
Tyler said nothing for a minute or two, he knew it shouldn't matter, and he didn't want it to, but he was simply having a hard time getting his head around it. When she graduated from high school, she would probably go off to college, if the police ever somehow managed to pin the murder on him and track him down, he'd be carted off to prison for the rest of his life. What then? What if all that happened? How could they possibly manage to keep feeling the way they did now if they could never see each other?
After a moment, he sighed. Why did he have to like her like this? It was just making things more difficult. Maybe it wasn't making things more difficult...maybe he was making things more difficult. Maybe because he had developed such a fear of having feelings for anyone that he was just making up excuses to walk away. Maybe he was so afraid of falling in love that he was subconsciously looking for ways out.
Whatever it was, it was certainly choosing to hinder him as much as it possibly could. "I try not to..." he said finally, "I really do. It's just, I don't...I feel like I don't know anything anymore." He paused there, hesitant to go on. "When I'm around you I just I forget everything I ever knew, and everything I took as truth all seems to be a lie." He cast his gaze downwards once more. Like any guy, it was difficult to admit to something like that, especially in this situation.
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Post by Kendra Beaumont on Mar 29, 2008 14:44:24 GMT -6
Why are guys so difficult? she thought to herself. She listened to him carefully and wondered what he was thinking. She really didn't want to look inside her head. She really didn't. She sighed. Kendra looked at the guy she was crushing on. She really didn't know what to say to him. She wasn't going to leave anytime soon. She had time, lots of it, actually. "Then what? You really have to learn to stop making excuses. You know that. You have to learn to accept things at how they come at you," she muttered. She didn't know what to say anymore. She needed to hear an answer from him, that could maybe give her a hope that he'll learn to accept that the fact. He maybe was in love, even though she was much younger than he was. She never really took age as a factor in relationships. So what if he was a couple years older than she was? It never really occured to her that it was wrong. They were in love. She guessed. What did it matter? What happened. Happened. For a certain reason she hoped.
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Post by Tyler Kurucz on Mar 29, 2008 21:21:00 GMT -6
Tyler sighed in exasperation and irritation. Not with her in any way, but with himself. He'd gotten himself into this mess, and now he simply couldn't find the way out. It was like he was trying to change, without knowing how, but everything the world could possibly do to work against him, it was doing quite well.
"That's the thing." Tyler said, looking back at her, "I don't know. I just can't..." He paused, composing himself before going on, now would be the worst possible time to lose it, "I just can't know anything for sure any more. My world's turning upside down faster than I can get myself upright again, and it bothers me to no end that I just can't seem to get things straight. Everywhere I turn I see you, but standing between us is a barrier that I can't see a way around."
He didn't mean the age thing, that was just one of the pathetic excuses he'd made up without even realizing it. There was something else there that was stopping him, and try as he might he couldn't figure it out. "You mean the world to me," he continued, "you really do. And I want more than anything to be able to live that way, I just don't know...how." He said almost all of these words without even really realizing that he had, it just happened. He was so used to keeping everything to himself, that those words seemed strange coming from him.
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Post by Kendra Beaumont on Mar 30, 2008 12:59:12 GMT -6
She stood listening to his words, trying understand where he was coming from. She felt the barrier, too, but only because he was implying it. She knows how to feed off of others to understand how their feeling. That's what the jujitsu thing is for. She was trying really hard to understand, she just couldn't. His words were just words, but her heart stopped beating for a minute. You mean the world to me were the words she caught. Her breath was taken away. She was always pleasing her parents with riding.
She finally made friends here. Here, she made a relationship she thought would never happen. She was finally healed from something, she wasn't even sure to call it. Insecurity? Shyness? She wasn't sure, but she was positive she finally got rid of something that was been with her for years. Tyler had healed it for her. April had healed it for her. She was happy, really truely happy for once in her life. She smiled. She reached over and grabbed Tyler's hand. She held it in her hands, trying to rid of this barrier he was talking about. She would do anything for him to understand, that she really wanted to be with him, no matter what. "I'll always be here for you," she muttered.
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Post by Tyler Kurucz on Mar 30, 2008 23:00:26 GMT -6
Those six simple words coming from her, directed at him were almost as strange as the ones he had only just spoken moments earlier. All his life he had always been on his own, with not a soul in the world to rely on. His life revolved around death and being misjudged. The only things he'd ever found to be faithful to him were disappointment and pain. Now, that was all changing.
He wasn't exactly sure what to say in response, he was sort of at a loss for words. In that moment there, it seemed the veil between them was lifted, if only a little, bringing with it's partial departure, a renewed hope in him that one day, it would be fully gone. Why it couldn't be gone now...well, you try giving up everything you've ever known at a moment's notice...it won't happen. These things take time, they're gradual. They begin with trust, which he had found in her, then slowly progress towards greater things.
Finally, a smile flashed across Tyler's face. "Ya know," He said honestly but lightly, "you're the first person who ever said those words, meant it, and I believed."
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Post by Kendra Beaumont on Mar 31, 2008 17:13:04 GMT -6
She watched him carefully. She wanted to understand what he was thinking without going inside his head. It was the last thing she wanted, really. She only felt about going inside other people's head only if she felt necessary. She stood there, feeling kinda awkward. She meant everything she said. She hardly ever kid around with anyone. She was always a serious person, probably explained why she didn't have much friends.
She smiled, gently as he spoke. She stood still, and smiled. She gently massaged his hand with her thumb. She looked up at him, and smiled again. "I mean everything I say. It's probably why I don't have much friends because of my seriousness. I don't mind, though. It comes in really handy at times," she replied. The grin remained on her face. Tyler had plastured it there, and she would never take it away.
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Post by Tyler Kurucz on Mar 31, 2008 18:18:06 GMT -6
"I appreciate your honesty." He said truthfully. Lies and deception, misjudgment and the like had also followed him throughout his life, and he was able to appreciate a single honest person in a world of liars better than most could. Because of that, he felt the barrier once more lift a fraction of an inch. He still didn't know what it was, but whatever it was, every moment he spent with her was helping to get rid of it.
"What do you say we get off this beach before some cop comes along wondering what on earth we're doing out here at this hour?" He wasn't fond of police, or the law for that matter, it always gave him reason to fear that they would find out, and that made him seem suspicious in the eyes of law enforcement. He knew that it would be only so long before one came along wondering just that, so he figured it would be a good idea to leave before that happened. He didn't want to make things any harder for them by getting arrested.
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Post by Kendra Beaumont on Apr 1, 2008 16:52:34 GMT -6
She smiled, then laughed. "Yeah. We probably should. Where are we gonna go?" she asked. She looked at him, and she figured that he would send her home. It was late, but she really didn't care. She sighed, and she saw her breath. It was pretty chilly outside, well then again. She was in a dress with no shoes on...It was cold. She looked up at Tyler and bite her lip. God, she was cold. She just wanted to get some place warm. She had no sweatershirt to put on...and she hated wearing dresses.
She had she decided to wear a dress to a dance? Why didn't she just go in with pair of jeans and a tshirt? Everyone knew her as the punk girl, anyways. So what did it matter? She didn't care, and she was pretty positive no one else would mind.
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Post by Tyler Kurucz on Apr 1, 2008 19:30:53 GMT -6
Tyler shrugged, he wasn't exactly sure where to go. It was around 2:00 am, so just about every place they could possibly go...except the tea shop...would be closed. He glanced back towards her and noticed that she looked exceedingly cold, and she didn't have a coat or anything of the sort. He pulled his coat off, and put it over her shoulders.He wasn't going to ask her if she wanted it or not, he figured she would have told him to keep it, this way, she would get it whether she wanted it or not. He, unlike the others at the dance, hadn't cared to dress up anything special at all, and so had come in his regular street clothes. It was just how he rolled.
"Most places are closed at this hour." He said somewhat absently, wondering if she had any suggestions on where to go. They seemed to get into this situation a lot. Out late, no places open, no where to go and get out of the cold. They really should start getting together earlier in the day, that way by the time they were ready to leave it wasn't freezing outside.
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Post by Kendra Beaumont on Apr 3, 2008 19:52:51 GMT -6
She didn't have much to say to him. She didn't want to go, though. It was as simple as that. She would like to go to the park, where they first met. She knew he wouldn't go, same thing with the tea shop. Then again, she didn't want to say good bye. She stopped thinking for a second. She saw him take off his jacket and put it around her shoulders. She smiled, and her face flushed slightly to a shade of scarlet. She looked up at him and laughed slightly. He was so adorable.
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Post by Tyler Kurucz on Apr 3, 2008 22:27:12 GMT -6
Tyler had no idea what to say to her at the moment. Once again, he felt almost like he'd only just moved up to the States and couldn't speak a word of English...it seemed like he was an immigrant all over again. He was at a loss for words. He didn't particularly want to leave either, but he knew it was only a matter of time before the cops would show up. After all, in towns like these, people hanging out after midnight was cause for concern, and usually were only looking to cause problems.
They could go to his house...but that might seem a little...inconspicuous. No, that wouldn't work. So where could they go? Somewhere not freezing that was open...not many choices there. Ah but wait, the stables...they were "open" all the time, and it wasn't freezing inside. "What do you say we go to the stables?" He asked finally, "We could go to the lounge or something." It was sort of a last resort, but hey, there weren't many other places they could go...besides home.
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Post by Kendra Beaumont on Apr 6, 2008 15:53:56 GMT -6
She nodded her head. It was an odd place to choose, but they didn't have much of a choice, anyways. It was late, and she really didn't want to go home. "Sounds fine to me," she replied.
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