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Post by Blake Kensington on Jul 21, 2010 11:13:47 GMT -5
Sitting on an old saddle blanket in the corner of the hayloft, Blake reached into his back pocket and pulled out a bent, worn, and very old copy of "A Midsummer Night's Dream." Sure, it was a little weird to be reading Shakespeare at the barn, but Blake really didn't care. Especially when he was in a deserted hayloft.
Having read this particular story about a thousand times, Blake just turned to a random page. This really was just a way that he could stay away from home, and his sister, a little while longer. Her partying and drinking and nonsense was really getting old, and no matter what he said to her she would not stop. She was almost as stubborn as he was.
Turning his mind away from his troubled sibling, Blake settled into his corner and got comfortable. Normally he could sit up here for hours with a good book and not be bothered. There had only been one or two interruptions over the weeks he had been here at Hawthorne, and today he hoped that would be different. It would be kind of weird, he admitted to himself, to have someone come into the hayloft, but his company had been limited the past few days and he was craving conversation. Just not from the ditsy, primped girls that tended to come up to him when he was down in the barn.
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Post by Juliet Windsor on Jul 21, 2010 20:31:28 GMT -5
Sure, Juliet loved it here but being away from home was hard. She had been homeschooled her whole life and just missed beign home. Wierd huh? Most would say so. She felt so alone here at HSEA. She had no friends, no one to talk to, well, except her horses of course. But sometimes that just wasn't enough. Juliet wanted some real company. Was that so much to ask? Today wasn't any different. And it seemed people here thought she was just some rich, spoiled, daddy's girl. Which really wasn't true, but no one wanted to give her the chance and get to know her.
She had had enough. There was one place she knew she could just go and cry and no one would see her. Why let them see her cry. That would just add to all the stupid things they were saying about her. Or so she thought. After grooming her horses, Juliet made her way towards the hayloft. Surely, there would be no one in there. As she climbed the ladder, tears already began to stream down her face. They were hot and they just kept coming. Juliet couldn't stop them anymore. Little did she know, she was going to have company. |
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Post by Blake Kensington on Jul 22, 2010 13:03:12 GMT -5
Blake glanced up towards the entrance to the hayloft as he heard someone coming. Shifting, he tucked his book back into his back pocket and just waited for whoever was coming. It was only after he saw that it was a girl, a very pretty girl none the less, that was crying that he thought that it might have been best for him to keep on reading. It was sad, and it really hurt him personally when he saw a woman crying because of his mom. When his parents had split his mother had been crying almost constantly, along with his sister. He knew that his sister's antics were all because of the split, but sometimes he still wanted to slap her.
Moving so that the girl would know that there was someone in the hayloft with her, Blake prepared to leave. He stood and looked on, a little embarrassed at being caught in the situation. He opened his mouth to say sorry or something, but nothing came out. Finally he just motioned towards the door. "Are you okay?" he asked softly. Immediately he regretted saying anything at all, but he stayed where he was just in case he could be of any help.
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Post by Juliet Windsor on Jul 22, 2010 14:01:50 GMT -5
OOC: wow i totally just realized how horrible that post was... she sounded like a little girl and i put she was 20?.. hmm interesting.. oh well.. moving on haha..
It was just one of those days were the past comes up and bites you in the ass and all you want to do is cry. At least that was the kind of day it was for Juliet. Nothing seemed to be going her way and she hated being so alone. Oh how she missed home and all her friends. This place was amazing and she loved it here but it just wasn't home. She even missed the smell of back home. Weird? Maybe a little, but to a girl who never moved from that one place, it was all she knew, and it was hard to be in a new place now, with no one but her horses. Loneliness had taken over. But was it wierd that even though she was lonely, right now she just wanted to be alone? Odd yes, but a quiet place to cry and feel sorry for herself didn't sound half bad.
That is until she got up into the hayloft and found out she was not alone. She heard rustling of the hay and then a boy shuving something into his pocket. She immediately began to appologize. I am so sorry. I didn't know anyone else was up here. Her voice cracked as she spoke between sobs. Juliet quickly went to wiping the tears from her face to hide any of the evidence. She didn't want to seem weak infront of this guy. He was tall dark and handsome. The type of guy any girl would be drooling over right now, and in any situation besides this, Juliet probably would be too. But right now, she was just embaressed and her now pink cheeks told the world.
The young man didn't really seem to want to be here anymore since she was here. Figures, she thought to herself. She goes into a room and its like a skunk entered or something. Everyone seems to leave. Juliet slightly rolled her eyes as he seemed to be heading towards the door. But then he stopped and against better judgement asked if she was ok. By the looks of it he seemed to regret asking. Juliet gave a sigh. It doesn't matter. I know you don't care and you're just being a gentleman. Don't let me keep you. With that she walked over to a haybale and sat down to get out of his way. There, leave, just like everyone else in her life.
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Post by Blake Kensington on Jul 22, 2010 21:30:40 GMT -5
Blake watched the girl as she came in. It was obvious that she was broken inside, but she had that same look about her that his own sister did. It was the look that said "I'm not fine, but its not like you would care anyway, so just leave, " and it was that look that stopped him from letting this girl have her private cry out. These were the times where he knew that she needed someone to talk to, someone's shoulder to cry on, and for once he was actually going to be there for someone.
Moving over, kind of cautiously, he sat on the hay bale next to the one she was on. He leaned forward, his elbows resting casually on his knees, and he let himself look at her. This was no lewd "I'm checking you out" stare, but one that showed that he had a genuine concern for her. He was careful to keep his blue eyes trained on her face, and not anywhere else. Reaching out a hand in greeting, he finally got to the part of introducing himself.
"I'm Blake," he said, his tone calming but not as though he was talking to a child. He had always hated when his parents did that to him. It was as if they had totally missed him growing up and still thought of him as though he was twelve. For God's sake he was almost thirty. Tearing his mind off of that train of thought, he got back to his damsel in distress. "If you don't mind, I'd like to stay. It can be rather relaxing up here." With that he smiled, one of his boyish smiles that he knew did funny things to women, and sat back as though to settle in for a long conversation.
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