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Post by Friday on Nov 8, 2009 17:37:46 GMT -5
Chapter 1: Sociology and Falling In Love
I looked down at the large, warm hand clasped around mine and sighed as my eyes traveled up the arm to see the rising and falling of his chest beside mine. From there I looked to see his face and his eyes watching mine. I gave him a little smile, when he saw me looking him over, and he smiled back. And that’s how it was with Dakota Woods. I couldn’t help but smile whenever I saw his hazel eyes and tousled brown hair. “Oh Kasey May, I freaking love you,” he told me smiling even bigger and leaning over to press his lips to mine. As soon as his touched mine I could feel the butterflies in my stomach and instantly scooted myself closer to him. “I love you, Dakota Woods,” I said positioning myself so I was lying on his chest. That was my favorite spot in the whole world. And it was only mine, just like those beautiful kisses were only mine. I was the only girl he had ever kissed, so those kisses had to be mine. It wasn’t always like this. Me, slowly falling in love, with the most perfect guy I’ve ever met. I have definitely been through my share of bad ones, before I found Dakota. I’m not saying they were bad relationships, they just never worked out quite the way I wanted. I never got my fairy tale ending. And I’m starting to think that he might be the one. It scares me how much we have in common, and how weird things are with how we met.
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Post by Friday on Nov 8, 2009 17:38:21 GMT -5
I’m just your regular high school senior. Ready to take on the world, and more than ready to be done with high school. I met Dakota this year in fact when I transferred to his school, Crystal Ridge High. I lived with my dad, my mom left when I was four so I don’t remember much about her. My dad is a heart surgeon in the Navy, so we are constantly moving around. In my first 3 years of high school, I have attended 5 schools. Talk about getting around. I feel like as soon as I find a place I fit in, or find a new friend that he has to move on. He promised me this time we were staying for good though, or at least for the whole school year. Despite all the moving around though I love my dad, he takes good care of me, does everything he can for his little girl, and is always doing what is best for me. I wish I could spend more time with him than I do, but I really am kind of a loner. At least until I met Dakota. Until I met him, I’d come home from school every day, do homework, make dinner for me and my dad, and usually eat by myself. My Dad, Dr. Ryan Parker, was always at work, from before I went to school until after I ate dinner. So poor little Kasey May Parker was always alone. But I don’t thing of myself as being poor and helpless. I’d like to think of myself as very independent. I could time my shoes when I was four years old, and I was reading chapter books in kindergarten. I could make my own dinner by the time I was seven, and was washing all my own clothes, plus most of my dads by the time I was ten. No one ever told me how to do homework, I take care of the bills, I put food on the table. I guess I kind of just took over when my mom left. Someone had to do it.
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Post by Friday on Nov 8, 2009 17:40:14 GMT -5
“Hey, what are you thinking, Beautiful?” Dakota asked as he tugged on my hand slightly. “Oh, nothing,” I replied, snuggling closer into his chest. “Just you,” I said, only lying a little bit. Dakota was always on my mind, even if I wasn’t thinking directly about him, he was always there. “What about me?” he asked a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth and a laugh shining in his eyes. “Just how perfect you are,” I replied. And Dakota was perfect for me. This was a game we played though, always constantly trading compliments, and arguing about the only thing we ever fought about. Who loved who the most. “No as perfect as you, Beautiful,” he said as he pressed a kiss to my forehead as I closed my eyes, and smiled. “And as much as I’d love to just lay here with you all day doing absolutely nothing,” he paused to kiss me again, “We need to get up and do that sociology project.” I groaned. As much as I loved Dakota, I hate sociology. The only good that came out of that class was that I had met him. “I don’t want to,” I complained hiding my head in his chest. I took a deep breath in through my nose, taking in his scent. Laundry detergent, a faint hint of the cologne he had put on that morning, and the ever present smell of man that everyone with a Y-chromosome seemed to carry around. It was intoxicating. “Kasey we have to,” he said slipping a hand under my chin and forcing me to look up at him.
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Post by Friday on Nov 8, 2009 17:42:41 GMT -5
I just rolled my eyes, before I kissed the tip of his nose and pushed away from him off the bed. “Fine… what parts am I doing?” I asked as I walked over to my desk and sat down at my rolley chair pulling open my laptop. “Well, I’ll do the last three and you can do the first two, that way it works out that we do the same amount of work.” As I heard him say this I could hear the springs in my bed squeak as he got up, and sure enough, I felt his arms slid around me as he rested his head on my shoulder and kissed me neck. A chill passed over me as he kissed me, but it wasn’t a bad chill. It was a good chill. A love chill as we had taken to calling it. I sighed softly and looked over at him, “We aren’t ever going to get work done if you keep doing that,” I informed him, pulling up our teacher’s website where our assignment was posted. It was taking all my will power to ignore him standing there over me with his strong arms around me. All I wanted to do was turn around my bury myself into his chest and stay there. “Fine, fine I’ll stop,” he said and I could hear the smile in his voice, that was the thing about Dakota, you could always tell how he felt, and he was always honest. It was taking me a while to see that, but I was coming around. As I pulled the assignment up on the screen I sighed again. “You gave me the hard part,” I complained, just teasing him and giving him a hard time. “But I got all those stupid newspapers we needed for the third part,” he said as he pulled away and stretched out his arms, his tall frame seeming to fill the room when he did that. And I loved it all. His shirt pulled up with his arms and I could see his belly button, and with a grin I took the bait I couldn’t resist. I quickly reached out my hand and stuck my finger into his belly button and exclaimed, “Belly button!” “Hey, Kasey, stop it,” he said taking a step back from and crossing his arms over his stomach protecting what I had just laid my attack on. He looked at me with eyebrows furrowed together and a slight from upon his face.
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Post by Friday on Nov 8, 2009 17:43:06 GMT -5
I just smiled up at him with the biggest, cheesiest grin I could manage. “Oh God, I can’t be mad at you Kasey, not one bit. You are just too freaking cute,” he said taking the step back towards me and hugging me again. “You know you love me,” I informed him as he placed a kiss on my forehead smiling a real smile up at him. “I do, Kasey May, I do,” he replied with a laugh and then released his hold on me. He walked across the room, and reached down to grab his black backpack that was sitting on the floor next to the door. I couldn’t help but watch him as he moved. That was another thing about Dakota, I couldn’t ever seem to take my eyes off him. If he was in the room, he had my all attention no ifs, ands, ors, or buts. “Are you looking at my butt?” he asked with a ridiculous grin as he looked around his mentioned body part to look at me, still bent over digging through his bag. “What if I was?” “Well then I might have to something about it,” he said giving his rear end a good shake. Which of course did it’s intended job and elicited the wanted giggle out of me. He pulled the newspapers and his own laptop out of his bag and placed in on my bed before he came back over to me. “What are you going to do about it?” I asked as he leaned over me. “Well, you’ll just have to wait and see after we finish the project,” he said giving me a wink with one of his beautiful hazel eyes before turning and flopping down on my bed. I sighed with annoyance, but he was right, we did need to finish the project. “Alright,” I grumbled giving in easily enough to his offer. I reluctantly pulled my eyes away from him and turned back to my computer. “Music?” I asked not looking back at him, but still reaching for my iPod without waiting for an answer. “Well of course, sweetheart,” he said, and I could hear the laugh in his voice. He knew music would go on. It was another of my passions. Just like he knew what artist would go on, who always would go on. “Taylor Swift ok?” I asked him, fighting my own grin. “Of course, sweetheart,” he said as I watched him through the mirror that was hanging on the wall across from my bed. I could see him glance at the mirror too and when he caught my eyes he smiled. “Would it even matter if I said it wasn’t,” he asked. “Well,” I started, Dakota had me on this new kick, always being honest. “Honestly? Probably not,” I said making a face at him in the mirror. “It’s a good thing you like Taylor Swift too.” He flashed me a smile just as the first notes of Taylor Swift came on in the background. “Stop talking and get your work done,” he said with a teasing tone in his voice. All I could do was sigh and start answering the questions that I had no idea what they were asking. The more I read into the project the more I groaned inwardly and the more I could feel a headache already setting in. I heard Dakota rustling through papers on my bed, and knew that I just needed to get it over with.
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Post by Friday on Nov 8, 2009 17:43:37 GMT -5
It wasn’t long before I found my groove, and knew that the answers were more BS than actual answer. It sounded good to me though, and it looked like I knew what I was talking about, no matter how much I didn’t know. And despite the fact that I was working hard, Dakota still finished before I did. I heard the tell-tell squeak of the bed springs as he moved, and felt his arms slipping around me again. “You gave me the hard part,” I complained to him. “I know, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was giving you so much work,” he said kissing my cheek. “Is there anything you want me to do?” “Nope,” I replied, “I’m almost done, and then I’m going to start dinner. What do you want? I was thinking hamburger helper tonight but I can do something else if you want.” “No, that’s fine, I can handle that. Do you mind if I turn on the TV? That won’t distract you, will it?” I had to think about it before I answered him. The TV probably would distract me if he turned an actual show on. But he would just turn on ESPN. That was all he ever watched. So, there was no way he would distract me with sports. “No, go ahead you’re fine,” I said turning my attention back to the project as much as I didn’t want to. “Thank you,” he said as he pulled away and flopped back down onto my bed, I heard the TV flick on as he immediately changed the channel to ESPN and I could hear a football game on over Taylor Swift. Dakota was all about sports, it’s what he lived and breathed for. It made my day when he told me I was more important to him than football. It made me feel even more special when he actually missed a Cowboy game for me. To me it showed that he really cared, that I wasn’t just another girl. That I was maybe the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, because I was starting to think that I didn’t want to live another day without him. It wasn’t another fifteen minutes and I was done with the project. I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my temples. Nothing gave me a headache like sociology. “Done?” Dakota asked looking away from the game. I nodded and stood up, and he looked at me and smiled, and the patted his chest. “Come on, Kasey. It’s open for you,” he told me his hand still resting on his chest.
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Post by Friday on Nov 8, 2009 17:45:24 GMT -5
I grinned and stepped towards the bed and when I clambered onto it I placed my head on his chest and looked up at him. “I love it here,” I told him as his warms hands instantly moved to the back of my neck where he started rubbing his fingers barely over where my hair stopped growing. It was the spot, and Dakota knew it. I just absolutely melted whenever his hands were there. He liked to call it my off switch. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to fall asleep,” I mumbled into his chest. “Well we wouldn’t want that would we?” He asked pulling his hand out of my hair and pushing me up so that he could look me in the eye. “We’ve got to make dinner first.” “Yeah, Yeah,” I said pushing myself up and off the bed. I reached out a hand to Dakota and he took it and I pulled him up to stand beside me. “Let’s go make dinner, and then we can go from there.” “Ok, sounds good to me,” he said turning off the TV has he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room. “One day, I’m going to just pick you up and carry you up these stairs,” he said as he took the steps down ahead of me. I couldn’t help it, I laughed out loud. “I will believe it when I see it,” I told him still chuckling to myself. Dakota always knew how to make me laugh and he always knew how to make me smile. “I’m serious, it will happen one day, you’ll see.” We reached the kitchen and I immediately set to work on pulling out the ground beef and noodles for the hamburger helper I was making. I pulled the hamburger out of the fridge and the noodles from the pantry. Dakota, who had been part of my dinner routine for almost a month, automatically grabbed a skillet and placed in on the stove. He grabbed a pot, filled it with water, and set it on the stove to boil. I gave him a grateful smile, and pulled myself up on the counter as we waited for the water to boil. I sat there and watched the flames from the gas stove lick up around the bottom of the pot, mesmerized by the blue and gold color. The beauty of the flame had always fascinated me. I had a scar from a burn on my arm and I absentmindly traced it with my fingers as I watched the fire. It fascinated and scared me at the same time. It was hard to think that something so beautiful could be so dangerous. I sighed as I said, “How come it always takes so long for water to boil?” Dakota who was standing on the other side of the stove looked up from opening up the noodles to look at me. “Stop watching it,” he told me, “Some girl told me a watched pot never boils.” I sighed out loud again before I said, “Yeah, I did tell you that didn’t I?” I held my arms out to him indicating I wanted him to come to me.
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Post by Friday on Nov 8, 2009 17:45:55 GMT -5
Dakota automatically dropped the noodle package he was working on and came to me, and stood, pressed against my knees before he leaned his head against my chest. I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around him. “You are so good to me,” he said and I could feel him snuggling his head closer into me and I couldn’t help but smile. It hadn’t been that long ago, that I didn’t know what being nice to me truly was. Three months ago, I thought I had it all right, I thought I was the one to blame for all my failed relationships. All the moving around, and long distance attempts just never worked out for me. I thought I had a good one, and he turned out to be a jerk like all the others. My past love life was just a long line of failed attempts and broken hearts all done by yours truly. Aaron, Joshua, Logan, Robert, Daniel. All of them will tell you I’m a selfish, weak, needy girl that just uses my looks to get guys. Well at the time, I believed a lot of it. But I had Dakota now. And he taught me what love really was. The giving and the taking, doing whatever it is to make the other person happy, to make the other person feel loved. He loved me like no one else ever had, he made me feel special like no one else ever could, and he showed me the right way to love someone. Not only that, but he made me see that all my ‘failed’ attempts, really weren’t about me, but about them. And maybe that’s not the truth, but it sounded nice, and he made me believe it. “No Dakota, you are too good to me,” I told him running my fingers through his hair loving the softness of it beneath my hands. “Nah, you deserve all of it,” he told me, and I could hear the grin in his voice even if I couldn’t see it. I smoothed my hands across the back of his gray t-shirt and I could feel the definition of the muscles in his shoulders and back. He slowly pulled away from me and let his hands travel down my arms until his hands met mine. He spread out his palm, and I set mine against his, my fingertips not even reaching the first knuckle on his fingers. “No, Kasey, you deserve all of it even with your baby hands.” “My hands aren’t that little,” I retaliated in a quite voice while all the while studying how his hands engulfed mine completely. I could feel the warmth they radiated with his palms pressed against my own. The way his hands had the good feel of being well used, but yet were still so gentle at the same time. I loved his hands. There was something about a man with strong hands that just made me want to melt into them. “Um, Kasey, honey, your hands are tiny compared to mine,” he said as he shifted his hand so that he could slide his fingers in between mine. “Well that’s ok. You want to know why?” I asked with a glint in my eyes. “Why’s that?” “Well you see God put spaces in between your fingers so mine could fit there.” I gave his hand a squeeze as I said this. “So your hands were made perfect to fit mine,” I said giving him a goofy grin.
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Post by Friday on Nov 8, 2009 17:46:32 GMT -5
“Kasey, I love you,” he said before he leaned in close to me to plant his lips on mine. I closed my eyes and kissed him back and automatically my hands moved to the back of his neck, pulling him even closer to me. I could feel his arms slide around my back as he easily wrapped me up his lips still on mine. He was starting to pick me up sliding me off the granite counter when there was a sizzling from the stove. I jumped as the water boiling over the lip of the pot startled me, and I barely caught myself before I slid off the counter on accident onto the hard tiled floor. As soon as we had stopped watching the water, sure enough it had boiled. They say a watched pot never boils. Well I believe it. I jumped off the counter on my own violation and moved to stove where I blew on the bubbling water to make the bubbles disperse and then touched the gas down on the stove just a hair. It was enough to calm the boiling waters down, but not enough to kill the rolling boil that had started. I grabbed the bag of macaroni noodles Dakota had opened and dumped them all into the pot and the water instantly lost the boil. I knew it wouldn’t take long before it started up again though. I opened the drawer next to the stove and pulled out a large black spoon and gave the noodles a turn before I sat it down on the spoon holder that always occupied a spot next to our stove. As I did this I watched Dakota out of the corner of my eye, as he smoothed down his hair, and hopped around slightly as he adjusted himself. I couldn’t help but grin at that, and I fought hard to hide it. But it was a failed effort I realized when he said, “Stop it.” “Sorry,” I said letting out my stifled giggles. “I’m just glad it’s not me. I would hate to be a guy.” “It’s not so bad,” he said as he walked back over towards me, now having gotten himself completely adjusted to where he wanted to be. He walked around me and grabbed the raw ground beef and a knife and opened the package, and dumped in into the waiting skillet before he turned the heat on.
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Post by Friday on Nov 8, 2009 17:47:02 GMT -5
This was always our routine now. We split the work of dinner, like tonight, I was doing the noodles and he was doing the meat. It all worked out. “Thank you,” I told him with sincerity. If you had made dinner for yourself, by yourself for 11 years it was nice to finally get some help every once in a while. “It’s my pleasure,” he said as I handed him a black spatula I had pulled out of the drawer. He turned his head and winked an eye at me before he turned back to the ground beef on the stove. I grabbed the spoon and gave the noodles another stir. “I mean it though,” I repeated. “It’s great to have some help.” “I know, I know,” he told me and gave me a one armed hug still breaking up the ground beef with his spatula. As I looked him over standing next to me, my mind, as it always did, flashed to the future. I could see us, both older and hopefully wiser, and him even more handsome, standing over our own stove one day side by side. Kids playing in the living room, a dog parking at the door wanting to be let outside, but us still together still working together to do everything. Maybe that’s why I liked Dakota so much. I could see our future so easily mirroring our present. “What are you thinking?” Dakota asked me, as I was pulled out of the zone like trace I had fallen into I realized he was watching me. “Oh nothing,” I said stirring the noodles again just to give my hands and eyes another occupation besides him. “Oh come on, you’ve got to be thinking something. Tell me,” he pleaded with a begging note in his voice. He was still working on the ground beef but his eyes were on me. He always wanted to know what I was thinking. And it was taking a while for me to open up to him. But slowly, the longer we went on, I was able to tell him more and more. I had always had problems sharing my thoughts, but Dakota was patient, and persistent, and he always made it easy to talk to him.
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Post by Friday on Nov 8, 2009 19:07:37 GMT -5
“Just the future, life in general. I would like to think that I’m going to have a good life later on,” I replied, once again only giving him a half truth. It scared me a little how fast things were moving with him. It scared me to think that I was already putting Dakota in my future fantasies. I had only known him for three months, and I was ready to put him in my future life, where my dream guy had always gone before. Not that Dakota was too far off from that perfect guy I’d always wanted, he fit most everything I ever wanted in a guy. “Everyone wants a good life in general Kasey, I want to know what you were really thinking while you were looking at me with your big, beautiful, brown eyes,” he said softly, always knowing when there was something more on my mind that I wasn’t telling him. “Just thinking that I wouldn’t mind later in life being like this. Except with kids and a dog, making dinner with my husband,” I rephrased still leaving his name out of it but telling the truth. I looked away and stirred the noodles. I picked out one noodle with my spoon and put it on the counter, letting it dry before I popped it in my mouth testing if it was done or not yet. I nodded, and then turned the heat off. “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind having a wife to make dinner by my side, little boys playing football, maybe a little girl playing with her dolls,” he said now concentrating completely on getting his ground beef completely cooked and separated. He gave me a quick glance, and I could see his cheeks turn red. I briefly wondered if he was seeing me in that future vision. To keep myself from not blushing I grabbed the pot off the stove and poured the water and noodles into the strainer that was already waiting for me in the sink. I shook off the excess water easily, before returning the macaroni back to the pot. “You almost done with the hamburger?” I asked trying to change the subject. “Yeah, it’s done,” he said having to clear his throat before he got it out of his mouth, and I heard him flick off the burner on the stove. And when I turned around with the noodles back in the pot he took my place at the sink to drain, and wash all the grease off the meat. “When you’re done just add them to the noodles,” I said trying to disperse the almost awkward tension that had developed between us. Now I was almost for sure he had seen the same thing I had. “I can do that,” he said turning off the running water and dumping the ground beef into the pot I had left sitting on the stove. He stirred it together quickly making it an even mix of noodles and meat while I got the cheese sauce. I added in the sauce as he stirred, and soon it was ready to eat. Dakota divvied up the hamburger helper into bowls while I poured us both sweet tea and grabbed forks from the silver ware drawer.
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Post by Friday on Nov 8, 2009 21:16:12 GMT -5
Instead of using the dining room table we took our dinner into the living room and sat down side by side on the brown leather couch and used the two TV trays me and my dad had invested in. Dakota turned the TV on and turned the volume down low before he took a bite. “This is really good, Kasey, thank you,” he said his mouth still full of food. I laughed and said, “You did half of it so thank you too, but you’re welcome.” I gave him a smile and I turned back to my food.
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Post by Friday on Nov 8, 2009 22:27:01 GMT -5
Instead of using the dining room table we took our dinner into the living room and sat down side by side on the brown leather couch and used the two TV trays me and my dad had invested in. Dakota turned the TV on and turned the volume down low before he took a bite. “This is really good, Kasey, thank you,” he said his mouth still full of food. I laughed and said, “You did half of it so thank you too, but you’re welcome.” I gave him a smile and I turned back to my food. It wasn’t very healthy, but it tasted good, and it wasn’t like I was watching my weight anyways. “You know I would probably starve to death without you,” Dakota said his mouth still full. “Don’t lie to me Dakota, we both know you’re going to go home and eat dinner with your family too,” I told him with a laugh. I swear he was a bottomless pit, constantly eating or drinking something. Just looking at him you wouldn’t think he ate all the time, but it was a constant thing. He had a super fast metabolism, and always worked out everyday besides that so while not super skinny, he was definitely thin and had a very athletic form. He just shrugged at me, his mouth too full to even think about replying to me now. “Do you want me to get you a shovel next time?” I asked watching him eat using his fork like it was a shovel. “Yes please,” he said with a grin, his mouth finally free of food, “It would probably be easier for me then.” I rolled my eyes and we both finished eating our dinner. I looked at the grandmother clock hanging on the wall to see that it was just past seven. I yawned and stretched my arms up before curling up on Dakota’s shoulder. It wasn’t very late yet but I was full, warm, content, and it all made for a sleepy, happy Kasey. He easily obliged me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder and I pulled my knees up onto the couch making myself small. “Thank you for coming over,” I told him snuggling closer to him. “You say that like it’s a chore, when you know both of us would find it weird if I didn’t come over, or you weren’t at my house,” he said reaching up with his hands to give my nose a tweak. “Yeah, I guess so,” I agreed thinking about what he had said. It was true we seemed to be always together. You couldn’t’ hardly talk about either one of us without including the other. It wasn’t just Kasey or just Dakota, it was Kasey and Dakota. And I liked it like that. It made me feel like I belonged here in Crystal Overlook and at Crystal Ridge High School, and if not that, it sure made me feel like I belonged with Dakota. “Oh Kasey, we don’t even ask if you can come over to my house anymore, it’s just assumed that if I come home you’re coming with me. And you don’t even ask me to come over, and I don’t ask if I can come over, it’s just assumed that I will. When is the last time you actually invited me over? I bet you don’t remember, and whenever you’re dad calls he always asks what we’re up to, not just you anymore,” Dakota said with a tone that didn’t hold for any argument, mainly because it was all true. “Ok, ok, you win,” I said giving in easily to him. “So no need to thank me for coming over, if anything I should take you for letting me come over here all the time, and eat all your food, and just being with you. I love every minute of it,” he said kissing the top of my head just at my hairline. “But unfortunately, I’m going to have to head home. I promised my dad I would help him with the boat tonight,” he added but didn’t get up. The only thing he did was wrap his arm around me more firmly and pull just that much closer into him. “Is that boat ever going to be finished?” I asked remembering the frame of the boat that was taking up his entire garage. I was jealous of the time that Dakota spent with his dad, and while my dad and I had done stuff when I was little, the older I got, the less we did. It made me sad that we didn’t do anything together anymore. I still was really close to my dad, but we didn’t ever do anything like build a boat together. Not that my surgeon of a father could ever build a boat. But we used to play board games every night, and I missed those nights. Playing Clue and Operation just to pass the time. Very rarely now did we even sit down and eat dinner together. “We will finish it some day,” he said reluctantly pulling his arm away. He grabbed both bowls and forks before he stood up and took them into the kitchen and I could hear them clank into the sink. I stood up behind him, folded up the TV trays and put them in their spot leaning against the arm of the couch. “Let’s go get my stuff out of you’re room and then I’ll get out of your hair,” he said coming back into the living room and holding out a hand for me to take. “Or you could stay here in my hair,” I said grabbing his hand and just pulling him towards me. I wrapped my arms around him holding him against me. He chuckled and I could feel it rumble in his chest against my cheek as one of his hands slipped into my hair to brush through it softly. “I would if I could, love,” he said softly before he easily pulled his arms from around me and grabbed my hand. I reluctantly let him tow me up the stairs to my room. I leaned up against the door frame and watched as he put away his laptop, gathered his papers, and put his shoes on. Taylor Swift was still playing from my iPod and all my lights were still on. I didn’t want him to leave. “Ok, I think that’s everything. If not just give it to me tomorrow,” he said pulling his laptop case on over one shoulder and grabbing my hand with his free arm. “I can do that,” I told him with a smile. He said that every night, and the first few time he shad been over, I’m pretty sure he had left things her on purpose, like his headphone, or his sunglasses, just so I had to see him again. “See me out?” he asked and without letting go of my hand and leading me down the stairs and to the front door before he stopped and turned around to face me. “Goodnight Kasey May,” he said and pulled me in to give me a kiss. “Goodnight Dakota Woods,” I replied pulling my lips away from his long enough to say that, and with shining eyes I went back to kiss him again. “Walk me out?” He asked reaching one hand behind him to place it on the door knob. He had a shine in his eyes that made me smile as I nodded back to him. So pulling open the door still facing me, be backed out of the opening his hand still in mine pulling me with him. As we walked out on to the darkened porch, I pulled the door shut behind us which shut off all light leaving us alone in the dark night.
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Post by Monday on Nov 9, 2009 0:56:39 GMT -5
((ooh la la! question, is dakota, brandon? ))
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Post by Friday on Nov 9, 2009 14:46:11 GMT -5
((ya dakota is based on brandon lol))
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