A Start

[Midnight]

Rachel moaned soflty to herself and turned around with Pride right behind her. He snorted when they weren't going inside right away like it was expected, Rachel simply ignored him for the moment. She faced Brad again. He seemed mad, at her. She didn't want to be mean towards him. "Brad, I'm sorry. I had no intentions to make you mad. Horses are different, they are ridden differently. Plus Pride always been a suck with others riding him. I'm really sorry." She didn't like the way he was glaring at her. She felt tense and broken inside. She didn't want to lose their friendship on the same day they just met. She saw him raise the jumps higher. She gasp to herself. He was doing this to show her he could jump higher and ride better then she. "Don't kill your horse by taking the breath out of him. Please don't do cause of me!" She sighed. He wouldn't to listen. She watched him go over the jumps with Princeton. The pinto was getting tired. Pride rubbed his head on her shoulder again. He didn't like waiting much. She looked down at her feet and headed for th showers this time.

She took off his tack and laid them on the side where water wouldn't reach her equipement. "I always have to say something stupid. When will I ever do something right? Not in a while," she mumbled to herself. She grunted and started rinsing Pride off. The gelding goraned in pleasure liking the cool water on his hot coat. She finished rinsing Pride off. She quickly passed pressed most of the water out of his coat. Thinking that would do she lead him out under the sunlight once more.

Pride nickered to Princeton again. He held his head high wanting to greet the pinto. She leaned on the fence and watched the blond girl mount behind Brad. Jealousy ran over her head. She shrugged to herself. Why would she be jealous? She shouldn't and tried acting like she didn't care. The girl waved at her and talked to her. Rachel jealousy went down when the girl said 'brother'. She waved back being nice. "Nice to meet you, Bridget. Yeah I did meet earlier with your brother, he's quite a good rider... and good teacher. My name's Rachel."

[huntersgotstyle]

“Pft such a fake.” mumbled Brad so quiet only Bridget could here.

“Don’t be such a god-damn jerk!” said Bridget scowling at him and hitting him a hard hit in the side. She watched as she caught Brad completely off guard, too busy soaking in his own misery to pay attention, and the sudden moment of being unbalanced actually made him fall to the ground off the gelding. Bridget and her lack of sympathy just rolled her eyes and shook her head. Princeton side stepped quickly to ensure there was no chance of him stepping on Brad, Bridget’s position stayed the same, balancing the whole way through. Bridget pushed herself into the saddle and grabbed the reins easily. “Forgive him, sometimes he needs his ego knocked a few blocks. My bad, I let him win at soccer yesterday” said Bridget with a smile nudging Princeton towards the girl and her horse. She let a hand slide down and feel Princeton, still fairly warm. She looked back and sent a glare at Brad but he was too busy getting the dirt out of his clothes. Bridget loved her brother but he was such a dork around girls sometimes. Though she had converted him enough that he could totally act gay- Which she had found out one time after she’d made him pretend for this one party thing and next thing you know all the girls were changing in front of him going ‘it’s okay he’s totally gay.’ Yeah he wasn’t allowed near their house ever again and quite frankly neither was she.

Brad dusted the last bit of dirt that was on the outside of him off and started walking towards the small group. Stupid sister, who shoved a guy off his horse? Stupid, Stupid, Stupid. Brad kicked the dirt with his toe. He let his eyes glance at Bridget who although wasn’t looking at him was obviously not impressed with his actions. Brad leaned against a fence post in between the two horses and forced himself to realize that she hadn’t meant it the way it had sounded to him. Nobody ever wants to admit somebody else can get on a horse and do everything ten times better then them, but it was true. He was no ten times better then her but the point is there. He had Bridget to do that for him, the girl rode incredibly. But there was better but Bridget could be the best and still not be conceded, the girl found so much wrong with her own rounds that she didn’t need anybody to tell her. Brad allowed himself to glance at Rachel, she was very pretty and her face looked of complete innocence. She really wasn’t trying to be mean, damn he shouldn’t have looked. Brad hunched slightly against the fence and stared at the dirt, wondering how the hell he could be such a jerk.

“Um-Rachel right? Sorry I’m terrible with names. Just an FYI, Brad likes you. And Brad get your chin off the ground and stop beating yourself up- It’s driving my nuts!” said Bridget shaking her head. She walked Princeton away to give him a good cool out, there was no way this gelding was going in his stall with any tension in any muscles. Besides she wanted to know what was going to happen with him.

Ooc; read the pm, sounds good about Rachel and if you want I have Bridget(21 I think) +Hayden(17).

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[Midnight]

Rachel couldn't help but chuckle when Bridget pushed Brad off the saddle. They sure looed like brother and sister. Rachel would have loved to have a sister or brother of her own. Her parents thought having one kid was more then enough. The pinto stepped away being careful with Brad now on the ground. Pride took a step tpwards the fence trying to push her through to make a new friend. Rachel growled at her horse and slapped the reins on his shoulder asking him to step away. He did back up relwasing her from the fence and whinnied out pretending he never did anything. Jeez, he really wanted this pinto to be his friend, well like any horse he would see. She shook her head and let her gaze stay on the two blondies. "I already forgiven."

She smiled up at the girl coming on Prince to her side. Rachel now crossed her arms over the fence and held the rope between her hands. Now that Princeton was closer to him, Pride took a step towards the other geliding slightly touching his nose. He squealed in joy, he always did meeting a new friend or seeing a friend again . Noticing where Pride was at, Rachle jerked him back behind her. He snorted shoving heading back where he stood before. His big nose shoved into her back hurting his mistress. She gritted her teeth and pretended nothing ever happened. She focues her gaze on Brad getting and kick the dirt on his way over here. She bit her lip feeling sorry for him. Maybe he was still mad at her, she didn't blame him if he still was. Changing ideas, Rachel looked up at Brudget instead and her smile came back to her face on it's own. In the corner of her eye she saw him give her a glance. He stared down at the dirt. Curious she stared down at the spot he was staring at. Nothing that interesting except for dirt itself. She playfully punched him on the shoulder, not hitting that hard. "Come on Brad, cheer up. I don't see any reasons why you should be upset."

She blushed staring down at her hands when Bridget spoke. She couldn't say anything. She opened her mouth to say something, but the words didn't come out. She closed her mouth. He wouldn't possibly like her, would he? She did, well as a friend, but not a hundred percent sure. She gave one quick glance at Brad hoping to see anything to pleaser her. She didn't see much change when she did look. She stared back down at her hands. Her lips twiched a little, well she had to admit she liked the idea Brad might like her.

Pride nickered again. Rachel zapped her head to the side where his head passed straigjht beside Brad trying to reach Princeton without moving the rope too much. Rachel rolled her eyes are recollceted her horse to herself.

OOC: i dont mind any of them would do fine. Keep the one you would prefer to keep and I'll have the other.

[huntersgotstyle]

Ooc: I kind of assumed she says yes to going for coffee, if you want her to say no just say so and I’ll edit k?

Brad still stared at the dirt not sure what to make of his sister. Bridget was always so not casual about him and girls and usually that ended in him being embarrassed. Rachel was nice but he barely knew her he wasn’t going to decide he seriously liked the girl right now, right this second because according to Bridget he was acting weird. He saw Bridget heading back towards and decided to get the hell out of here. “You got him Bridget? I want to go grab some coffee and do some soccer drills” said Brad waving as he hopped the fence. “Wanna grab a coffee with me? asked Brad half casually. “I’m just going to throw on some different clothes. My trucks just outside the barn, its black. You can’t miss it it’s huge” said Brad running off to grab some jeans, He wasn’t really into going into town in English riding gear. He preferred not to be known as the freak and people tended to stare- and they weren’t always girls. Brad grabbed some clothes from his tack box. Brad slipped into a pair of ripped jeans and a red Hollister hoodie. He slipped into a pair of white running shoes and walked easily to the truck

Brad slipped into the drivers seat of the truck and turned the key. “What do you want to listen to?” Brad asked easily as buckled his seat belt and drove out of the parking lot. His eyes shifted from the road slightly. He looked at Rachel out of the corner of his eyes, she was extremely pretty. She wasn’t one of those people that looked liked they belonged in a Barbie box, she looked drop dead gorgeous without being over the top and looking fake. She was nice to and she liked horses. But could they really get along as friends- let alone more? They seemed to have different opinions on riding and Brad lacked the capability to put up with any major sayings about his riding. He hated when people told him what to do when riding, it drove him up the wall. He knew he wasn’t perfect but it just drove him nuts when people told him stuff like it was mean to wear spurs. Brad broke out of his thoughts and stared at the road ahead.

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[Midnight]

OOC: she said yes already =)

Rachel walked to the parking lot. It didn't take long to find like Brad had said. She waited beside his truck until he arrived. She grimaced at it. Not that she didn't like it, more the fact she didn't own any car or such. She got into the truck on the passenger side and adjusted her seat belt. "Put whatever you want, I accually like hearing what others listen to." She stared around enjoying the passing scenery. She glanced a couple times at Brad. He seemed to be in another world, kind of. She crossed her arms over her stomach not knowing where to put them. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She breathed in deeply and out. She wondered what Brad would be thinking right now. Maybe she was all that weird and proved to him she couldn't ride properly. She grinned to herslef. She knew how to ride. Just differently. Maybe he was thinking about his girlfriend or maybe a girl he liked. This made her unhappy. Being isolated in her past had made a huge affect on her emotions, and she hated it. She would have to accept it if Brad liked some other prettier girl than her. She pressed her head on the window. Her hair hide her face. At least he talked with her, it could have been worst. He was her friend, what more could she ask? It was like having a crush on this guy back in highschool who totally paid her no attention. Everyday was the same, everyday she pretended she never liked him. Brad was her friend and that was it.

She rolled down the window just a bit to let a breeze come in. She opened her eyes and stared at Brad once. She faced the road. She pushed her hair behind her ear not hiding anymore. She learnt in life that hiding only made matters worst. She forced a small smile on her face still staring ahead. "So, you come from some kind of city?"

[huntersgotstyle]

“Yeah I grew up in a picture perfect house in a high class community with two lawyers for parents, it wasn’t exactly the best of my years” said Brad kind of glancing away, not wanting her to ask a bunch of questions. He didn’t like his parents at all, especially for what they did to Bridget. “You look off, are you okay? Do you need anything, are you not feeling well? We can go back to my house if you aren’t feeling well” Brad asked, worry in his voice. For some reason he cared about Rachel and he couldn’t place his finger on why. Brad turned easily into the parking lot and parked easily. He unbuckled his seat belt and slid over gently. He put a finger under his chin and forced Rachel to make eye contact. “Did I say something? I’m sorry if I was a bit of a jerk” said Brad, concern running through his voice. Brad slipped an arm around her and pulled her close to his chest. She felt cold, but he wasn’t sure if he was still warm from his ride. He rubbed her back softly, not knowing what to say. He looked down at Rachel and he felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time, he felt the need to not loose somebody. Brad kept his eyes on her softly, maybe they could go out and it would work. Textbook matches never worked, so maybe this weird, strange never should really happen match was something that should happen. Or maybe it was just another figment of Brad’s imagination. That happened a lot, he always got confused and misinterpreted things. Brad hated not knowing things, especially girls. Brad always thought eh knew a lot about girls and then he remembered there was no physical attraction to Bridget. Brad sighed softly, he was never sure what to do or say around girls.

[Midnight]

"Nah, I'm fine. I guess I just drifted off to another world. It happens often in my case, so don't worry about it." She was feeling alright, didn't feel sick or such. Emotions were just playing tricks on her. It would a good idea to start taking control over herself. She unbuckled her seat belt as Brad parked his truck in the parking lot. She stared out the window seeing the unfamiliar buildings. A finger pulled her head around making eye contact with Brad. She smiled a little at him. Maybe the fact he was worried about her, that she wasn't use to. He pulled her to him. She leaned her head on his shoulder feeling more at ease now. "If you were some kind of jerk, you would have known by now. There's nothing you said that bothered me." She wrapped her arms around him. She liked his heat. Her smile grew bigger on her face though Brad didn't see it. He liked her, more then a friend. That's what she believed. If he was just hugging her a friend hug she wouldn't care. She never had this kind of attention, never. As he rubbed her back, her hopes shot higher. She shouldn't,t be hoping so high, they probably crash back down and break her heart. It was too late, though. She took the advantage and didn't want to spoil it.

He heard him sigh. The intentions on knowing why refused to come inside Rachel's head. She preferred not to guess. She pulled her head back and stared into Brad eyes. She pulled her arms back to herself putting them on her laps. She bit her lip totally mute. Thoughts kept rushing inside her head. She listened to none preferring not to listen what each meant. She quickly tried to come up with something to say. "Brad..." She went blank. Gosh she hated it when it happened, especially at the wrong moments just like this one. She had to fill the silence. "Want to head in?" She scowled herself inside her head. That wasn't what she wanted to say. She didn't want to go in and have all these people staring at them, even for a couple seconds. She would prefer staying here longer. She kept her own disappointment to herself.

[huntersgotstyle]

“Yeah sounds goods” said Brad feeling the emotion shift. He though over his actions, he had done much worse so far today what had he done that has set her off? Did she not like him and want to get the hell away from him? Or did he start thinking allowed again? Brad mentally shrugged it off as best he could. “Do you want to get it to go or sit down?” asked Brad realizing they were at the small little coffee shop and about twp steps from the door. Brad held the door open, watching her. She seemed tense, nervous. Brad tried to keep his mind from wandering but all he could think of was Rachel and how she’d suddenly changed. What had he done wrong? Brad thought and thought over, all he’d done was sit there holding her softly, thinking about how he felt about Rachel. Then it clicked, he’d sighed out loud and not to himself. Brad smiled softly, glad that it was something so small. Though what if that was all it took for Rachel, something small? Brad mentally tried to shake it off and went up to the counter. “Large double double and..” said Brad to the girl behind the counter. His eyes took her in for a second, she was tall, blonde and very well built. But his eyes fell back onto Rachel.

“So you going to the party tonight Brad?” asked the blonde girl, emphasizing the word Brad. Brad looked at her name tag but couldn’t make out the name. He looked up at her eyes who she was batting like a retard.

“No I wasn’t planning on it, unless Rachel is” said Brad leaning his back against the counter so he could look at Rachel and avoid the blonde behind him. Brad knew what party she was talking about, it was a bunch of students getting drunk and high and then doing god knows what behind closed doors. HE didn’t want to go, with or without Rachel. Because truth be told he’d probably do something he’d regret. That and doing drugs wasn’t high on his priority list. “I think I’m going to hang out with Rachel or Bridget- sorry” said Brad softly. He felt something touch his hair and turned to see the blonde girl had been playing with his hair and the way she was laying across the counter he could pretty much see everything there was behind her shirt. Brad walked over to Rachel and slid his arm around her waist whispering in her ear, “let’s get out of here before some hot guy comes in and steals you from me”[/ b]. Brad laughed softly.

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[Midnight]

"Regular, please." Rachel wanted to punch the girl's face out. She gritted her teeth seeing the blond. She hated her already. Just seeing her try to seduce Brad in front of her had her jealous. She was darned too pretty. She glanced at Brad worried he liked this girl. Relief filled her up when Brad gave no sign of liking this girl. Rachel kept herself quiet and pretended not to notice the other gril while she tried seducing Brad. When the coffee did already arrived Rachel paid paid her own coffee not wanting Brad to pay for her, she didn't want to take profit of him like any kind of barbie style girl would. She quickly grabbed her coffee and then turned around. Brad's arm slipped around her waist. She smiled. If only he knew she liked him, he probably didn't himself, this was a friend gester. She wanted to think otherwise, but it was safer not too. She took her coffee in the other hand and slipped her own arm around him. She felt like sticking her tongue at the blond just to show her Brad was hers, not really hers, more that he liked her more then the blondie. The feeling of his warm breath on her ear pleased her. She loved the sound of his voice. She laughed soflty when Brad whispered in her ear. I'm already stolen by some hot guy. Rachel smiled to herself. Brad. She didn't, she just end up looking like some kind of kid. She dragged him out of the shop so the blond would leave them alone. "I mind about the party much. I kind of don't know these people either. You know them better then me. And you do know what to expect from the party. I'll follow you if you do."

She wasn't sure about the party. It might be fun to get to know new people. But there always had a bad side. She shivered sligtly. She shook her head removing the images from her head. She took a spit from her coffee. She felt the warm liquid drop into her stomach. She stared up at Brad. "So what do you think? Do you want to go?"

[huntersgotstyle]

“I’d rather not go a lot of parties that people like her go to are get drunk, get high and have sex. No offence but I don’t want to have sex with you and if I was wasted I probably would. Unless you managed to some how turn into some 300 pound lesbian- because whatever guy decided two girls making out was a turn on must have been blind” said Brad with a smile. Brad leaned against the front of the truck and took a sip of his coffee. Brad looked at his coffee mug, studying it. He looked up and his jaw almost dropped, but his gritted teeth kept it up. There in a mini skirt and very low cut shirt was his ex-girlfriend. What was she doing here? He thought for a second and it instantly hit him, this place was about an hour from the town she had moved to. For him usually seeing an ex wasn’t that weird but she well.. Brad had had to dump her after she had stalked him, cheated on him with his best friend and then tried to accuse him of getting her pregnant- even though he’d never slept with her. Brad felt her eyes move and see him. Damn it he thought, almost aloud. Brad glanced back and she was walking towards him. Shit. Shit. Shit. Though Brad. Brad looked at Rachel and wished he didn’t think what he did. Brad grabbed her coffee and set it on the truck. “Forgive me but please play a long. I promise I’ll do whatever you want ok? And this is so not our first kiss” said Brad quietly to Rachel. Brad slipped his hand around her waist and pulled her closer. He let his lips touch hers briefly, and then he kissed her. He didn’t mean to but he kissed her hard and passionately, pushing her up against the truck. Brad couldn’t help it, it was too irritable. She was too pretty, too perfect. She was going to get him in a hell of a lot of trouble, but for once he thought he should take the chance. He hadn’t let his heart free in a long time, maybe this time he should. Brad finally pulled away slightly to take a breath and looked to see his ex standing there, about a foot away. Her jaw dropped and he sighed, uh-oh.

“Get your hands of my man!” she screamed.

Brad rolled his eyes. “We broke up a long time ago. Get over it. For your sake and mine!” said Brad nodding his head to the truck at Rachel before walking around and hopping in, after grabbing the coffees of the hood. Brad slipped in and started the engine, he was getting the hell out of here before she wrecked his chances at having a decent relationship with Rachel. He didn’t need her help to screw this up anymore.

[Midnight]

Rachel kissed him back. She circled her arms around his neck and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. Oh god, he was good, too good. She wanted him all to herself. But he was pretending, this meant nothing at all. She didn't care, not at the moment anyway. He pulled away. Why? She wanted more. She bite her lip and smiled at him. The girl and him exchanged words. She got into the truck without hesitation. She stared at the girl. She was mad. It didn't matter to Rachel. The girl had her chance with Brad and it was her turn, well if ever they made it that far. She turned on the radio not bothering to change the station. Gotta Be Somebody by Nickelback filled the truck. She grabbed her coffee and took a sip. It didn't make her any more comfortable like it normally did. She glanced at Brad. She liked him, no loved him. Her heart skipped a beat as she took his free hand in hers. She didn't stare at him, it didn't feel right. She had to tell her feelings if she wanted to keep him liking her... or even like her more then he already did. She inhaled deeply. "Brad... You might... you might think this is weird and I rather tell you before I end up heart broken. Brad... you mean me more then just a friend too me. I like more then you believe. My feelings are just higher then I expected."

She loosen her grip so if he wanted to pull his hand away he could do that easily. The idea disturbed her. Maybe this wasn't the right time to say it. But one way or another she would have to end up saying it. Too many girls came up to him and they were all pretty, sexy. Her chances against them seemed low. He could probably be polite to her and turn his back to them. Why had he kissed her? That she couldn't tell. The girl might have made him mad and just wanted to give her shit. It didn't mean anything even if she felt the spark. She took another sip from her coffee. Oh god, she really loved him and might not. Hot liquid flowed down her throat as she sipped another time. "I just wanted to tell you how I felt do I wouldn't have to hide it from you any longer, before our friendship built up into a strong wall. I had to say it. If you don't... well, if you don't want to go any farther then where we're at, I'll understand."

The next song was a more like a love song. It irritated her. She changed it quickly before it touched her feelings. Why did her feelings had to be so sensible? She glanced at Brad once. Then she stared ahead in front of her. The only thing keeping her in a whole was his touch. She didn't dare take firmer grip of his hand, she feared it would worsen things even more. Her hopes were all on him having the same feelings like she had for him. Her hopes, oh her hopes, they were always too high. When it would some crashing down, it hurt like hell. She moved her eyes into Brad's hoping to see his own expression.

[huntersgotstyle]

Brad drove, eyes on the road as she spoke. His mind raced, he clenched the steering wheel slightly. His eyes never moved off the road, it was too risky. He turned into the driveway and finally risked a glance. She was so gorgeous, so perfect. Brad parked the truck in the lane way, the house was fairly nice. Pretty big to, but nothing over the top spectacular. He wanted a really nice house with a huge farm, but sadly between board and show fees this was the most they could afford. Actually if Brad didn’t apply for a job soon the two of them wouldn’t be able to afford this place anymore. But he couldn’t live in some stuffy apartment, it was just too much. Brad sighed and finally looked at Rachel, he couldn’t help but let out a nervous smile. “Rach you are a very smart, gorgeous, beautiful girl.” said Brad stumbling over his words as if he was drunk, but it happened when he didn’t know what to do. Brad slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. Brad started to hug her but couldn’t take the closeness. Brad pulled her into his lap easily and kissed her passionately. He felt his arms pull her closer, wrapping around her upper torso. Brad let his one hand slide down and rest softly on her lower back. He pulled her closer again, though all it did was squish her slightly more against him as they were already as close as possible. Brad forced himself to pull away. “We should at least go inside, I’ll show you around” said Brad, forcing a short smile on his face but he was torn to pull away.

Brad slipped his arm around her waist as he opened the front door to the brick house. He closed the door softly. Brad slipped his shoes off, breaking the contact for a brief moment. He pulled her close again and walked towards the large open concept kitchen. There was a large island and counters, the nicely decorated living room off to the side. “Bathroom is the first door off the living room. The bedrooms are up stairs. I apologize for the mess” said Brad as he slipped his arms around and grabbed a beer from the fridge and grabbed a bag of chips and headed for the couch. Brad sat down easily and set the stuff on the table. “Is watching TV ok? You can pick a movie and feel free to help yourself to anything” said Brad, watching her softly. He couldn’t help it, he liked her way too much.

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[Midnight]

Rachel opened the fridge and grabbed herself a beer bottle. She normally didn't drink beer, but today might be an acception. She then went looking through Brad's movies. She found an action movie she never seen before and plucked it in the DVD player. Her intentions on watching a movie weren't high. She settled down next to Brad and cuddled down on him. The movie started playing. She opened her beer bottle and took a long sip. She felt the beer going down to her stomach mixing with the coffee. Her insides clenched warning her this was a bad idea mixing coffee and beer. She shrugged. She would deal with that later on. "Who was that girl screaming at me anyway? Jeez, each time I turn around a girl is begging for you to like them or whatever. There's that blondie, the girl that screamed at me, and there's..." She smiled at herself. Me. From all pretty girls he could have chose from, he picked her and she wondered why.

She watched the movie trying to keep questions from coming. She didn't understand what was going on and what all this was about. She grimaced. She probably chosen the wrong movie to watch. She drank more of her beer. Now that the movie made no interest to her, she wondered her eyes around the room. He had a house, and she had an apartment. "Does your sister live here with you?" she asked out of the blue. The house looked amazing. "God, you'll have to tell me where you get all that fancy money to own such beauty. I'm tight on budget. It would be a good idea by now I get a job now." She sighed. Her new life here was sure different from where she came from. And she liked it.

Rachel settled her half empty beer bottle on the table. She turned herself around to face Brad. She now was over Brad now, her knees on botheither side of him puttign her weight on the sofa. Her arms wrapped around his neck. She smiled at him. She let her lips touch his, not kissing him yet. She kissed his bottom lip before actually kissing him. She started slowly. Just to tease him, she pulled away tossing her hair back. "I will never get enough of this."

[huntersgotstyle]

Brad sighed. “She’s an ex girlfriend of mine. She cheated on me and stalked me the whole time we were going out. So I dumped her. Then she tried say I got her knocked up, so I’d go out with her. But despite what she told everyone, we never had sex. She is a freak, who lucky for me decided I should have been the love of her life” said Brad, playing with her hair softly as she cuddled next to him. “And don’t worry about them, they only want to parade around on my arm, boost their ego and sleep with me.” said Brad with a laugh but he pulled Rachel closer just in case she thought that he actually liked people like that. He’d fell hard for them far too many times, but he’d been young and stupid. Well he still was, but not as stupid. At least he hoped not.

“Bridget lives here. Between the two of us we barely afford the place- but with decent jobs we do okay. Bridget used to buy and sell horses which pretty much paid for the place. She just started actually riding already trained horses and competing for herself since we moved here. It’s a bit hard but between the two of us we make it work. And the furniture is from before we moved here, back when we were making fifty thousand a month at least we Bridget reselling horses constantly for us and other people. Now its KD, beer and coolers. And we only have coolers because Bridget hates beer.” said Brad slipping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her close. Brad leaned forward and grabbed his beer, taking a sip. It slid down easily, it felt nice. It was probably a good thing he’d only drank a few sips of his coffee. Brad all of a sudden was face to face with her, her lips on his. Brad groaned in complaint as she kissed him slowly, what a tease. He felt her pull away and he frowned, shaking his head at her comment. “You really aren’t helping me try and behave” said Brad pulling her in and kissing her fiercely. He couldn’t kiss her slow, he couldn’t take the tease. It was torture.

[Midnight]

Rachel kissed Brad, hard. Much better. She leaned down on him feeling her exitment grow. Her dargged her hand behidn his neck to his hair. She slipped her her fingers through his hair. She didn't want this to end never. Her heart raced on as if it were afraid to let theis moment skip by. She held onto him not wanting him to pull back. Her oxygen grew scarce. She didn't care. Evertually she took her breath and stared into his eyes. Her own were shining in pleasure. The music of the movie still playing from behind her blared out. Rachel grunted. The music didn't stop for a while now. She took Brad's firm grip off her and pulled away completely. She grabbed her beer and drank it. She turned off the DVD. Now they would have peace for a while. Her head spun in circles. The beer might be taking affect or it was war between coffee and beer. She rubbed her head trying to get the pain away. She walked back to Brad trying to keep her pain from showing. She pushed her beer to the table out of her reach. "I'll behave, I promise."

She got from where she was over him. She kissed his jaw and went down his neck. She liked seeing get irrtated and get straight to kissing. She liked it, no she loved it. She took off his Hollister hoodie since it was in the way. She pressed her lips on his collar bone. She raised her head level to his and smiled. She stroked his cheek. She loved touching him, she being his. "I'm being good, don't worry," she whispered in his ear.