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Post by samuel (trucker) rio on Nov 15, 2012 20:59:25 GMT -5
 We got a little crazy but we never got caught[/color][/center] It was cold, colder than usual, or at least that's what it felt like to the lonely man sitting in the barn. He hadn't the slightest idea of what he had been doing there, but something told him it was the beautiful woman that he usually shared it with. The barn was usually filled by their laughter, their stories, and flirtation. The things that he wished he could go back to. The last time Trucker had shown up in this place, he had left without a rational thought in his mind. He watched as the ambulence carried Mahkenzie's torn and tattered body away and listened as his boss screamed at him for allowing her to do so such a thing, telling him he had broken a star. Was that all that man cared about? Money from his performers? Whatever it was, he surely began to contemplate if he was in the right place after all.
He leaned his head back, eyeing his trusty steed, Chase. "Well bud, what do you think?" The horse just turned away from him, "Come on now, Chase, don't be like that. You're actin' just like her..." He said standing up and petting him. "At least you're still here with me. And I guess that's all that matters. A quick sigh, he decided to leave the barn for a moment. Walking out into the main arena he looked around. At all the empty seats, the dirty mess from the night before that still hadn't been picked up, and the sand under his feet. The swept away, thrown this way and that from all the performers, not including himself. Trucker had decided to skip out on the past few rodeos ever since it actually happened, he didn't think he was ready to come back.
But why...exactly why was he feeling this? Oh that's right, He liked Mahkenzie, a lot. The first real woman in a long time that could hold her own, look beautiful, and still keep his interest all that the same time. It was strange to think that a person could actually end up being like that. Trucker had been grateful for her in his life, but recently, it stopped. She stopped talking to him. Ignoring his calls, his texts, and then, he was finally done. Done with it all. Done with being ignored, pushed aside like last weeks celebrity news. He wasn't going to take it, he had moved on from so many women in the beginning, he just couldn't figure out why now that he was finding it hard to let her go.
He figured he needed to let it out, and since hitting something wasn't an option, he walked to the back, picked the largest bull there was and got him ready. He was going to ride out his frustration like the many times he had before. With no one there but him, he sighed as he readied himself. He had been told by his boss to never be in there again by himself just in case something like getting hurt happened and no one would be around. Because he was "liable" and would have to pay money for Trucker. Oh, god forbid that man lose any more money.
Trucker hopped on, and let the bull go. He was steady, like he always was. Picking up the pace more and more, he was being too fragile with his concentration, one look away and he'd be done for. although he knew he wasn't supposed to, he looked over to the door when he heard something, and then he saw her there. Not only taking his breath away but forced him to lose his concentration and fall right off the back of the bull who ended up scampering off. Trucker lay there on the ground, unhurt but head throbbing like a sonofagun. He covered his face with his arms, one leg bent up, the other laying flat on the ground. He wasn't about to rush after her...when he knew she'd just run away from him again.
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Post by MAHKENZIE GARLAND on Nov 15, 2012 21:43:46 GMT -5
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Kenzie over sized black dodge roared as she drove down the highway. Alone, once again. It was beginning to be a feeling she was getting use to. She had once began to fill her days with Trucker; laughing, and flirting, and just enjoying each other's company, but that had changed. Kenzie blamed herself for what had happened. She knew that what she had made him allow her to do could have cost him everything he had been working for. She understood that her slip up could have cost him his whole career. If he was unable to say no to her, and she damn well knew she was going to try it again, then it wasn't worth her putting him in danger. She didn't need to ruin his life like she had been the reason for her brother's ending.
The country music blared loud over the truck's speakers... almost obnoxiously loud. As if she could turn the music up loud enough to drowned out her own thoughts, though it wasn't seeming to work very well. Kenzie wasn't one to accept defeat very easily. She knew that her ride had been great, up until her hand had gotten stuck in the rope. Had that not happened, she would have been fine. She would have walked away from that tiny little bull without so much as a scrape on herself, but then her damn hand got stuck. She knew that she would try it again, except this time she would do it by herself. If something back was to happen, it was going to be her own fault; not someone else's. She wasn't going to leave someone with that kind of guilt if something went truly wrong the next time. She wasn't letting him win.
Kenzie was almost unaware of where she was headed till she was almost there. It was the arena. She knew Bud had come down hard on Trucker for her accident. Bud was the type of man that didn't care about his riders, he cared about the money they made him. Kenz's nickname when it came to bud was Goldmine. She was a good looking girl, with the talent that many only dreamed about, and all the little boys loved to come and watch her ride. So maybe Bud used her as some sort of sex symbol for the rodeo. She didn't mind. She got to ride, and she got to be around people that she cared for. That was really all that mattered to her.
Kenzie brought her over sized pick-up to a stop, turning off the engine, and hopping out. She knew what she was there for. She knew what she was going to do. It had only been two weeks or so, but she was ready to give it another shot, and she'd do it by herself. She didn't need help. Kenzie always had been an independent woman. She did things on her own terms, and she never took no as an answer. Which, was probably why Trucker hadn't told her no that night; he knew what her reaction would have been. Kenzie's boots kicked up dust as she walked, slow, but with purpose. First stop: Daisey's stall. Second stop: a bull's back. kenzie found herself standing outside Daisey's stall, giving the golden colored mare and quick kiss, and a pat on her forehead before moving forward. Her heart was racing, and she knew what she was doing was so stupid, but she was doing it either way. She wanted to.
Kenzie approached the arena, and she could hear the hooves pounding methodically upon the packed dirt arena. She had a feeling she had just made a huge mistake, but she continued forward till she reached the door. She was right. There in all his glory was Trucker, upon a monstrous bull, and he looked good doing it. Kenzie sighed accidentally kicking the door as she stood there, and she watched as Trucker glanced over. All it took was that one split second, and down into a poof of dust he went. Kenzie made no attempt to run to him, she knew he was alright. Instead she walked over, opening the chute and standing behind it allowing the large bull to exit the arena. Shutting the gate behind him Kenzie leaned back, lounging against the cool wood crossing her arms over her chest, staring at the dirt. Before glancing up at him. "You okay, cowboy?" then she realized... huge mistake.
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Post by samuel (trucker) rio on Nov 15, 2012 22:39:05 GMT -5
We got a little crazy but we never got caught [/color][/center] The ground was hard, harder than usual, just the cold air breezing throughout the whole arena. Maybe it was because she was there, watching him. Knowing that she saw him fall off the bull. Trucker never fell, never. But now, he had. It was surprising to him, almost like it was a wake into reality once again. Just like the one he had when kenzie decided to stop keeping contact with him. He laid there on the ground staring up at the ceiling until she came into his view. He looked up at her, and then she was gone as he turned his back on her to get up. Brushing himself off he began to walk the other way, more embarrassed than anything.
"What do you want?" Now he was getting devensive. If she was just going to up and leave his life, he wasn't going to let her keep walking back in like it was free admission at the county fair. "You can't tell me that everything is okay all of a sudden?" Now he wasn't just going to stop his emotions for coming out. A true southern man told what was on his mind. His voice began to pick up "By the way, would mind even telling me the reason why you decided to just deliberately ignore me in the first place? I mean, cause it's not like a killed someone. I let you ride a bull. Which I obviously shouldn't have" He turned to look at her.
Before she could even say anything he started to yell "And another thing, what makes you think you're special enough to go around fooling with a man's emotions? Dammit Kenzie, you just can't wander into someone's life and decide to drop right out of it. Can you even fathom all the shit i've put myself through this time when you didn't talk to me? Do you even understand how devistating it is to have the woman you're beginning to fall in lo-..." Trucker paused, he had realized what he had almost said, he hadn't even admitted that to himself, not to mention Kenzie. His eyes were teary, as he looked down, swallowed and looked back up at her...silent.
What could he say? He almost confessed his love for her, the love that had somehow sprouted over the past weeks they had spent together. When she left him, he was just torn, and they weren't even in an actual relationship, they were just good friends, but the biggest part of his heart and mind told him that they needed to be more, that was it and the end. He wanted her to be his, but she wasn't, and he was finally beginning to accept that. But seeing her there standing in front of him, that just brought out everything that he was holding in. It wasn't going to turn out well. His voice was gentle now "Kenzie I... I didn't mean to..." He meant to say that he didnt mean to yell, because he honestly didn't. He could only hope she wouldn't be too torn by his sudden outburst.
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Post by MAHKENZIE GARLAND on Nov 15, 2012 23:02:19 GMT -5
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kenzie knew that he wouldn't like the fact that she had seen him fall. He was a man of much pride, and when he fell, which was not very often, he liked to do it in privacy. That was something she could understand. She hated it when she would fall off in front of people. It was embarrassing, let alone it being her. The girl who had ignored him after he had allowed her ride a bull like she had wanted. She knew that he wasn't going to be so happy about this, and she had silently prepared herself for the fireworks she felt were coming after she had called him cowboy by accident. She had a feeling that that would be the word that set everything off.
Kenzie lounged back against the arena wall as he snapped at her. It stung, and it showed on her face as she looked at him. She was expecting it to be much worse. So if a little snap was the worst he was going to dish out, then she was better off than she thought. But, no, she had thought to soon. Kenzie had opened her mouth to speak, but it had not taken him long to start in once more, now yelling at her. She looked down, she could feel tears, hot and burning at her chocolate eyes, but she tried to hold them back, and with a sigh she composed herself, and they were gone. She knew she had hurt him. And she knew everything wasn't just going to miraculously be alright, but she did care about him. She just wished he understood why she was doing as she was.
Kenzie looked up at him as he turned to face her, now yelling at her. She was a little shocked, and that too showed clear upon her face. She watched him, the anger and the hurt was so apparent. She had done this to him. A man she cared so dearly for, and she was to blame for all this hurt he was feeling. And then she heard it. He cut off, but she knew what he was about to say, though that didn't stop her. She had a right to say things too. "Really? Really, Trucker? Falling in love with me? Sure seemed it when you were so damn ready to go fuck what's her name. Maybe you should just dig out your door and float to where ever it is that she is." She broke off, she knew that was harsh. But she had also been raised to speak her mind.
She moved toward him, now standing less than a foot in front of him as she poked her freshly manicured finger into his chest. "And, I didn't want a damn thing from you Trucker. I came here to give it a second try, on my own, without you. To prove to myself that I can do it. i didn't come here looking for you." She glared at him. "and I don't think I am special. If there is anything you know about me, you know that I think I am everything but special. I am sorry you feel that way." isntantly Kenzie's expression softened and the tears began to flow down her cheeks. She quickly turned from him swatting them away before turning back around. "Don't you see what I caused, Trucker? I could have cost you your career. I could have cost you everything you have worked so hard for. I put you in the worst kind of situation anyone could be put in. I could have died, and then it would have been blamed on you." she broke off once more with a slight sob.
Kenzie glanced back up at him, not bothering to wipe the tears from her face. "Don't you realize how hard this was on me? Ignoring you. Someone that I had spent almost every day with for the past three weeks or so? I was falling in love with you too, Trucker. But am I what's good for you? If you can't tell me no, how am I suppose to know I will never put you in that kind of situation again. Not only that, but do you know how much it hurt me, and made me jealous to watch you flirt with Ruth... Not that I have any right to say anything, but that didn't make me want to change my mind anymore. I though you were over it." Kenzie took a breath. "I don't know what else to say, Trucker. beside, I am so sorry I hurt you." She sighed looking down at the ground as her tears fell, shattering into a million tiny crystals upon the sod. She had royally fucked this one up. Good going.
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Post by samuel (trucker) rio on Nov 16, 2012 22:02:43 GMT -5
We got a little crazy but we never got caught [/color][/center] Trucker had no idea that his emotions were just as crippling to Kenzie as they were to him. To him, he was blowing off steam, taking away all the bad emotions and throwing them off of a cliff to where they couldn't find him or harm him any longer. But by the time he was finished yelling, he felt worse than he had been feeling before seeing her there. He had made her cry and that was far beyond what he had actually wanted out of the situation. He hated making women cry, in arguing it was inevitable but still it wasn't an excuse for him to just stand by. He turned to compassion, hoping that she would understand exactly why he was talking to her like he was. Hoping that she would understand that he would never treat someone like that on a regular basis. That scared him more than anything.
He still had to come to terms with what he had almost just blurted out to her face. He was in fact falling in love with her, he wasn't there yet but was on the right path. He knew that with a few more months of them spending so much time together, he would be imagining them living together, then them spending every day for the rest of their lives together after another time span. This woman meant more to him than he knew she realized. When she brought up Ruth, he wasn't sure what to say, but he quietly responded "I only acted that way because I was hoping it would give you a stir, Kenz. Ruth, she's like an annoying little sister, nothing more than that. Maybe it was when I first met her months and months ago..." He continued to listen to her speak, realizing just how stupid he really was.
When she said that she wanted to try bull riding again on her own, that made him pick up his tone again "What?! Fucking hell Kenzie. You couldn't ride a bull when I was here to save you. What in your mind thinks that you're fit enough, especially after the accident to even consider getting back up on there? Are you crazy?" In all reality, if Trucker hadn't been there the first time Kenzie rode, she would have ended up losing her life. He was the one that ran out and saved her like a superhero, he was feeling betrayed by the way she thought she could just do this without anything going wrong. He paused for a moment walking up to her, putting his hands on her shoulders. "Mahkenzie..look...you don't need to ride a bull to prove that you're a strong woman who can handle it. I know you're a strong woman who can take care of herself. That's...that's what I love about you, Darlin'" He hated knowing that she thought to prove herself she needed to do something dangerous, because that was definitely way out of line.
He heard her blame herself. When in all honesty, none of it was her fault. He could have just told her no and that would have been the end of it. Sure he might have lost his job but that didn't meant shit as long as Kenzie was safe. He walked up to her and lifted up her chin to look at him, wiping away the fresh tears on her face with the other hand "Hey...hey..." He stayed there for a second, looking at her, trying to look through her "None of this...not one bit is your fault...And before you can say anything...save it. I don't want to hear it. It happened and now it's all over, I still have my job and you still have your life...and that's all that matters..." He said pulling her into a hug that came pretty much involuntarily.
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Post by MAHKENZIE GARLAND on Nov 16, 2012 22:52:39 GMT -5
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kenzie had definitely not expected to just let her emotions fly like that, and she certainly had no expected to start crying. His yelling at her was exactly what had caused her steady down pour of tears, but it certainly hadn't helped. She had expected some anger out of him, but she surely hadn't thought she had hurt him so badly. Though, she should have known. They had just shared their first kiss, then she was almost killed, and then she had refused to give him the time of day. Kenzie wasn't normally that type of girl, but she knew the risks she had put him through, and she knew that she was more than likely going to be nothing more than trouble for him. She was for any man she was involved with. She was the epitome of a cowgirl. You couldn't tell them no, and they were hard as hell to love. Kenzie to a tee.
Kenzie could see that her words about Ruth had stunned him a little bit. But, it was the truth. It had hurt her, and made her jealous; in which, Kenzie never got jealous, she simply got even. She sighed at his words. "I have never once spoken to someone I thought of as a brother like that... ever." the tears still streamed down her face, but her voice held almost a cold tone to it. She was cutting herself off from him. She could feel her emotions shutting down, one by one. She had a feeling that all this would lead to was heart break, and she wasn't sure she could put herself through this again. She had found herself heart broken so many times before, and it was always by those skinny butted cowboys.
Kenzie almost glared at Trucker when he forbid her from trying to ride a bull again. She knew she was try again, but she wasn't going to fight with him about it, nor comment on his statement. She would do as she pleased, and Trucker of all people should have known Kenzie did not ever take no for an answer. She was much too hard headed for that. She didn't even listen to her own father when he told her no. It just was not a word in her vocabulary.
She knew she didn't need to ride a bull to prove herself to him... she needed to ride one to prove to herself that she could do anything she set her mind to, and that was that. She had always been that way. That was how she had that scar on her back. She had refused to take no for an answer and had tried to ride an unruly colt who broke her back and had caused her to have to have surgery on it. She had not even taken into account that if the bull had stepped on her back just right, it could have paralyzed her so easily for the rest of her life. She had never let Trucker in on that little bit of information. She knew if she had he would have never let her do it. Then she would have had to throw a temper tantrum, and well, though Kenzie looked cute when she was angry, she didn't want trucker to see the spoiled side of her.
Kenzie let her tears flow more so now, not even bothering to try and stop them as he stepped towards her, wiping the tears gently from her face as he spoke to her. His words were gentle now, all anger had left his voice. She knew that he didn't like seeing her crying. she could hear it in his voice. So much Kenzie was feeling as he grabbed her in a hug. Kenzie flinched out of instinct. Her ex had been abusive and when Trucker had moved towards her after such anger, she couldn't help but instinctively flinch away from him for a split second before hugging him back, trying to hard not to sob on his shoulder, instead they came out as little whimpers. "I am so sorry, Trucker. I just... I was jealous of the things... and I just... I don't want... I almost made you lose everything you've worked for... I just. I am so sorry." she whimpered almost silently, though she knew it was audible to him. That was all that counted.
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Post by samuel (trucker) rio on Nov 17, 2012 0:18:39 GMT -5
We got a little crazy but we never got caught [/color][/center] Yelling wasn't something that Trucker was prone to, okay no, that was a lie. Trucker had some anger problems every once in a while but they were never towards another person. They were always targeted to himself. He always found ways to piss himself off. Missed oppertunities with women, failed attempts at riding, and even drinking too much and ending up in strange places when he told himself he would watch his drinking the night before. Trucker was very prone to shooting himself in the foot at most every oppertunity that come along. He always found ways to put himself deeper and deeper into horse shit until his head was covered and he would spend days, weeks, months, trying to dig himself out of the pile.
But right now, his main concern, whether he was helping himself out or not, was on Kenzie. He had hurt her, and even though she had hurt him ten times worse than what she was probably feeling right then, he felt terrible, he just wanted to hold her and keep her there until the sunrise to let her know that he didn't mean anything that he said. That he didn't mean to yell or make her feel like a terrible person. She was most certainly not a terrible person, and Trucker knew that for a fact. He stood there, holding her against him, wondering why she had flinched the first time he tried to come close to her, but relaxed that she was finally accepting the embrace. He himself has a small tear running down his face behind her back, he didn't want her to see him cry. To feel like any less of a man now would be it for Trucker.
he pulled away from her and looked her in the eye "Kenzie...hush...It's okay..." he said before pulling her back into him again, hoping that she would begin to settle down. By yelling at her, he had awakened lots of emotions in her that he hadn't intended to. And the fact that she was pretty much sobbing didn't make him feel anymore of a man. Nothing made him feel like a man right then, not one thing. he needed to prove to himself, and to Kenzie that he was capable of becoming that good ol' Trucker all over again, and try his best not to let that person go until he absolutely needed to.
Now he was looking at her in the eyes, wiping away her tears, smiling "Look at us...fightin', and cryin' in some beatin down ol' rusty arena. We sure are crazy.." She smirked down at her, hoping to lighten the mood just by a little bit. "Kenzie...I-I love you okay? I'm not sure if it's that sort of love you find in fairy tale books yet but it sure as hell gettin' there. And I just don't want you to disappear from my life again. I wouldn't be able to take it...you understand, Darlin'?" He paused before continuing "you're probably the only woman in the 3 thousand miles across this great land that can keep my attention for more than a few hours, and get me to fall in love with you. Now please...please tell me you won't try and disappear from my life again...please Kenzie I need you right now.." Trucker didn't know it but he was literally pouring out all of his heart and soul. There were only two other women he let in on his emotions, that was his mama, and his little sister.
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Post by MAHKENZIE GARLAND on Nov 17, 2012 0:39:37 GMT -5
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Kenzie's anger was still dwelling inside her, maybe that was another reason she was crying. She was angry with herself. Angry that she had ignored him, angry that she had hurt him so much, and angry that she almost threw away something that had the potential to be something amazing. It was always Kenzie to mess up everything that meant anything to her. She was just that unlucky. If it was not for bad luck than she would have no luck at all. It had always been this way with her, and maybe it was her who was causing it to be this way. She knew she cared about Trucker, yet she knew mostly why she had ignored him was her pushing him away.
Kenzie didn't want to do that anymore. She wanted to be happy. Maybe it was her brother's death that had made her feel like she shouldn't be happy. Like, how could you be happy while he is dead? Kenzie knew that was wrong, but at times it was how she felt. She knew it was time to let it go, Michael would not have wanted her to live like this, he loved her, and he would want her to be happy. She knew that. It also could had part to do with her ex. The miserable bastard who just loved to tell her how fat, ugly, and worthless she was every time she turned around. Then he had dumped her, leaving her feeling about as broken as a glass that fell ten feet to concrete. She knew all that stuff wasn't true, but hearing it day in and day out you had to slightly think it may be true.
Kenzie heard him feebly try to calm her and her whimpering slowly began to cease, though the occasional one was heard. He had pushed her back as he spoke, looking into her red puffy eyes. She could feel that her eyeliner has begun to run down her cheeks and she reached up slowly running her thumbs under her eyes, gathering up the access. She sighed softly, letting only a couple more sobs out as he joked with her. "I suppose I wouldn't expect anything less than a rusty old arena" Kenzie half heartedly laughed quietly as she looked down at the ground, sighing softly as he began speaking once more. kenzie smiled at his words as he said he loved her. Maybe it wasn't from her fairytales stories yet, but kenzie could work with that. Instantly Kenzie smiled broadly, He had wiped her tears away for her, and she felt that he cared for her, and that alone made her smile.
Kenzie sighed as she looked at him as he finished talking. "Trucker, I love you too. I know I do, and that scares me. it does. I don't want to be hurt again. In anyway. I just want to be happy," Kenzie knew she shouldn't have said that. She shouldn't have insinuated she had been in an abusive relationship. She knew he wouldn't like that."I won't leave you again, Trucker. That was a huge mistake, and it had hurt me a lot too. I missed you. So much, in so many ways. I need you, Trucker. You're really all I have." Kenzie said as she stared into the dirt. She wasn't sure how he was going to react to all those feelings. it was so deep, maybe it was too deep. maybe she had just scared him off. Holy hell. If only she could get one thing right, that would be amazing.
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Post by samuel (trucker) rio on Nov 17, 2012 0:59:51 GMT -5
We got a little crazy but we never got caught [/color][/center] He wasn't sure where things needed to go from there. They had already yelled, cried, loved, and hated each other all in the same night. He wasn't sure how much more emotion he could take. It was crazy for him to know that not long ago, he would see Kenzie around the circut and that would be that. No talking face to face or even a hello between the two, and now, here he was, holding her in his arms, refusing to let her go, to let her run away from him again. It wasn't going to happen a second time, he would make sure of that.
He was now looking at her, not saying any words but the look in both of their eyes said enough about what the other one was thinking. Trucker knew that he had been hurt by her, but this whole thing wasn't one sided. He knew she was also emotionally unstable, but he wanted to know why. Why did she even care at all? When she left his life, and then showed up here, she could have just yelled back at him instead of crying and confessing her love for him like he did for her. Why didn't she run out of his life like his ex girlfriend? She made it look so easy, to just stop talking to someone out of the blue, not even thinking about their emotions, but Kenzie, Kenzie made it look like such a challange to try and forget about someone. She was the one who had walked out, he still couldn't understand why that was hard.
He wasn't about to argue now, no, this wasn't the time. Now was the time to appreciate that she had actually showed back up in his life which had given him the amazing oppertunity to get her to stay with him once again. They weren't even a couple, let alone best friends at the moment, but they had fought and made up like newlyweds did every now and then. He was shocked at how crazy the whole thing went down. For it being only about the second time getting that emotional with a woman, he was doing...not...that great. He needed practice, but hoped that situations wouldn't arise where he would get good at hiding his emotions. That's how people became heartless and forgot the meaning of the small things. That was the last thing Trucker wanted to do, ever.
He smiled down at her "Darlin, I will do everythin in my power to keep you a happy lil' lady." He couldn't wipe the cheesy grin off of his face. The mood was beginning to lighten ever so slightly and he had to admit that he loved the way things were turning towards the brighter side of the fence. He put a finger over her mouth as she began to go on about how he was all she had "Hey, hey now...I'm here for you okay? I'm not going to leave you, as long as you don't leave me, alrighty? We can get through this together. I don't know if you noticed but, when we're not all beaten down we're a pretty great team." he bit on his lip before pressing his lips against hers. One hand on her waist and other behind her head, keeping her there, he didn't want to let go.
He figured that if someone were to walk in right about then, they would see a cheesy ending to a movie, but in reality, their journey together had just begun, and it would take literally all of their strength to get through everything that would arise in the future. No couple was perfect that was for sure, but Trucker was positive about the whole thing. This whole renewed relationship with Kenzie upped his spirits, convincing him that everything was beginning to look up.
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Post by MAHKENZIE GARLAND on Nov 17, 2012 1:24:05 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:5px; padding-top:5px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:5px; background-color: #575757; border-radius: 100px 0px 100px 0px;] KENZIE LEE "Im nothing more than a memory"
It should have been easy; for Kenzie to walk away. She should have been able to turn her back on him and walk out of his life for good, yet she couldn't. She needed him, just as much as it had become apparent he needed her. She had missed their laughing, and hanging around. Her house had become an awful lonely place without him around to keep her company until the early morning hours. It had become habit to be cuddled up with Trucker on her couch, forcing him to watch chick flicks, and laughing at his groaning at their cheesiness. Kenzie knew that she wouldn't find another guy who was willing to sit for two hours watching a mooshy gooshy love story just because he wanted to be around her. And never once had he tried anything with her.
This was something kenzie had found so endearing, though many times she had thought about it. What it would be like to get intimate with him, though Kenzie had never had the guts to make any moves on him. In fact, they probably still wouldn't have ever kissed if it hadn't been for him that night. She would have continued on being a sissy about things, and she would have just hid her hormones. Course, one must keep in mind she was a virgin still. She just hadn't found that guy that she trusted enough. She was too insecure to just go throwing her stuff around. She just wanted to wait and be sure that she was ready for it. She wanted to find a man that she truly believed cared about her. No, she wasn't expecting to wait till marriage or anything, but she did want to find someone who was worth the gesture.
Kenzie knew if Trucker had asked, she probably would have reciprocated the affection, but he was such a gentleman. She almost sighed to her thoughts, but was brought back with a smile on her face to Trucker's words. She smiled warmly at him, her mocha colored eyes twinkling at him with a desire that was unknown to her. And of course, a happiness that she had not felt in a long time. Kenzie hadn't had time to reply to him when he bit his lower lip, and she knew him enough to know what was coming when his lips met hers again. She lavished in the warmth of his kiss and she couldn't help but smile into it. Kenzie felt his touch on her hip, his fingers almost tickling her bare skin from where her shirts had ridden up like they always did. His other hand behind her head, holding her gently into the kiss. She took it upon herself to deepen the kiss for a moment before pulling back slightly. "Trucker... I want you." was all she said before pressing her lips back to his, her arms wrapping around his neck. It was all up to him. Whether he would reject her or accept her words was up to him. Then, only if he accepted her need for him would she disclose the fact it would be her first time, other than that, she would never tell. It was her little secret, if you will.
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