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Post by Spencer Carlin on Sept 29, 2006 16:54:30 GMT -5
A patient body sat just beyond the outside doors of the Montez hotel. It was in fact a beautiful day, but Spencer was exhausted from the dancing lessons. Inside, while they were dancing, Ryder had mentioned that he had been pulled over by the cops. It was the reason he was late also. Spencer told Ryder she would meet him outside so that the two could discuss the happening. She wouldn’t exactly say she was upset, but then again, she wouldn’t admit to being very happy. But then again, Ryder was the ‘reckless’ one. Who knows what could’ve happened...
Dressed in the faded blue jeans and the solid black cami that she had brought with her, Spencer was seated on a small bench along the walls of the hotel. Her legs were crossed at the knee and both of her palms were set atop her overlapping leg. Her eyes were focused on an invisible object on the ground. But shifted upwards whenever a person made their exit out of the beautiful residence. She waited anxiously for Ryder, curious to know about his story.
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Post by Ryder Hill on Sept 29, 2006 17:41:02 GMT -5
After a rather quick discussion with Amber, Ryder was left now making his way towards the exit of the hotel. His shirt was completely undone, and he couldn't wait to be able to slip on a pair of jeans. Shit. This really wasn't his type of attire, and frankly, it was uncomfortable.
Putting his hands up, he walked through the automatic doors, halting on the outside and casting around weary eyes for his girlfriend. They quit their search as soon as they landed upon her, seated on a bench, and his feet immediately took him over towards her, one hand running through his curly dark blonde hair. "Hey," he told Spencer with a small smile, sitting down next to her and leaning forward, his elbows set atop his knees. "You been waiting long?" he asked her, using his hands to run over his face and cover up a small yawn. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before. [/color][/font]
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Post by Spencer Carlin on Sept 29, 2006 17:49:55 GMT -5
One of the exhausted yawns departed from Spencer’s lips once more. Her eyes were then cast upon Ryder. She straightened her posture on the bench and stretched her arms out in front of her. She examined him as he caught eye of her and then neared her. She noticed his shirt was completely undone; yeah, he was hot. After the small stretch, her arms and hands fell back into their designated spots for the moment, her lap.
As Ryder sat down beside her, Spencer’s eyes moved away from him and settled on a girl and her mother who were seemingly waiting for someone. “Hey.” She voiced, returning the smile towards him. “No, I’ve been waiting for about five minutes is all.” She stated honestly, before turning a bit on the bench to face Ryder more. “Okay, so about your whole situation or problem, or used-to-be problem...” she remarked, and then waited for Ryder to continue the story. She held the smile, though it faded a bit as the conversation was to start. It /was/ a serious talk, anyways.
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Post by Ryder Hill on Sept 29, 2006 18:06:07 GMT -5
"Okay. Good," Ryder said with a small nod, removing his hands from his face and interlacing his fingers together. Sighing slightly at the mention of his 'problem', he turned his head and looked at her through those clear grey eyes. It wasn't so much a problem, but it annoyed him. He'd never got pulled over by the cops in San Francisco, even though he'd sped alot across there. But then again, Orange County was more stereotypical...
"It's not really a 'problem'," he began, voicing his previous thoughts. "I was just making my way over here. Doing below the speed limit mind you," he smirked. "And would have made it before time. But then I heard those sirens..." he trailed off and shrugged. "Seems I fit the description of some criminal. Some bank robber." At this point, he almost rolled his eyes. "Now answer me this. How can I fit the description of someone's headshot when my head's covered by a helmet?" he asked her, shaking his head in slight disgust. "Or me and my motorbike fit the stereotype of a completely dangerous individual who definitely had to steal the clothes he was wearing too." Naw, he wasn't pissed again. More like...defeated? [/color][/font]
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Post by Spencer Carlin on Sept 29, 2006 20:20:54 GMT -5
Spencer’s eyes shifted downward and were set upon Ryder’s hands. Slowly, her hand moved to his, unlacing them, and intertwined one of hers with one of his. Her smile faded and turned to a more serious look than it had before. She could tell that he wasn’t exactly thrilled at being pulled over. It kind of amused her in the slightest way, a bit funny in fact. But she wasn’t laughing; she was to be supportive, right?
“So it /wasn’t/ for speeding?” she asked, though she had gotten the fact that he wasn’t and that he was pulled over because he supposively looked like a criminal that they police were after. “That’s ridiculous.” She stated and a light shake of her head was also made present as she turned her view off of Ryder and focused once again on the small child and her parent. “Aw, well I’m sorry, babe. They did let you off though, right? No charges?” she added, her speech coming out as both a comment and a question. Her gaze was finally lifted from the two who stood across from Spencer and Ryder and was settled on her boyfriend once again.
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Post by Ryder Hill on Sept 30, 2006 14:02:41 GMT -5
"That's ridiculous."
'Tell me about it,' was all Ryder could think to Spencer's statement. Of course he was stereotyped. Duh. You ride a motorcycle, then damn straight you're bad as well. Alright, so he was a bad guy...but not in the sense the police were thinking of him as. "Of course they couldn't charge me," he smirked slightly. "My dad is a lawyer. They'd have been hit with a lawsuit faster than they could mutter 'Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law'," he chuckled.
Shaking his head, he held unto her hand, his thumb moving in small circles against the back of hers. "Anyway, that's behind me," he sighed, leaning over and setting his chin atop Spencer's shoulder, lightly pecking her cheek. "You already got yourself a dress for this...cotillion?" he asked, changing to topic to her. He didn't like talking about himself that much. [/color][/font]
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Post by Spencer Carlin on Sept 30, 2006 14:36:47 GMT -5
Spencer nodded, laughing slightly in cause of the statement about his dad being a lawyer. “Of course.” She remarked, a wide grin showing off her face as she let her gaze stay put on Ryder’s gorgeous face. She didn’t really blame the cops for the mistake. A hot guy on a motorcycle led straight to suspicions. Ryder could easily be mistaken for a bad boy and that he was. It was only one of the many reasons that Spencer continued to grow attracted to him. Sure she was more of the good girl, but with Ryder with her, it sort of showed that she had a bad side. Just sort of.
“A dress?” she started, her eyebrows rose as if the question was new news for her. “No, I haven’t really been in the mood to go get one. My mom has a white, halter top, formal dress that she said I could wear. It’s pretty, but she also gave me the option of getting a new dress for myself. I haven’t really decided on what to do yet.” She finished. The light peck Ryder had left upon her check seemed to stay there; as if she felt is lips still connected with her flesh. Ah, it was a beautiful thing.
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Post by Ryder Hill on Sept 30, 2006 15:00:34 GMT -5
Releasing her hand, Ryder moved his up, threading it lightly through her hair. "I bet it'll look good on you," he murmured, smiling. "So question, how does this whole thing go down?" he asked with furrowed brows. "I was late so...I don't know shit quite frankly," he chuckled. Was there a certain manner in which they were to enter? An order? Was he to enter with her? He'd never done a cotillion before so he had no clue.
Turning on the seat so he was now straddling the bench, he scooted closer to Spencer and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close. She was a perfect fit really. Closing his eyes, he lightly kissed the side of her neck before nuzzling her neck and inwardly sighing...in content of course. [/color][/font]
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Post by Spencer Carlin on Sept 30, 2006 15:18:59 GMT -5
Feeling her hair being lifted as Ryder strung his hand through it, Spencer smiled at him. After taking in his question, she breathed in deeply and began explaining how things would go that night at the cotillion. “Okay, the girls are all the line up in a certain order. I don’t remember where I stand, but that’s beside the point. You and I will enter together.” She stated, nodding her head to assure that was the basic necessity.
Spencer made a moment of the kiss on her neck. She let her eyes flutter close for a second but then quickly opened them and glanced over at the mother and daughter who stood near-by. They were watching them. Spencer laughed to herself but then slowly pushed Ryder away, not wanting to make so much of a scene. She stayed close to him though, laying her head on his shoulder and smiling to herself.
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Post by Ryder Hill on Sept 30, 2006 15:36:57 GMT -5
Pouting upon being pushed away, Ryder sighed. "Go and ruin my fun. That little girl's gonna see this either way," he smirked. "Plus, it's not like I'm screwing you on the bench right in front of their eyes," he lightly joked, though a mischievous glint was present in his grey-hued gaze. That wasn't such a bad idea...but, he wasn't so far into the whole public display of affection thing, even if it would give a nice thrill.
"So, what do you wanna do now?" he asked her, deciding to behave himself, though a solemn look was present upon his face. "Or do you have somewhere you need to be?" he additionally questioned. It had been a while since they spent anytime together... [/color][/font]
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Post by Spencer Carlin on Sept 30, 2006 15:51:00 GMT -5
Spencer lifted her head and bit her lip to hold back a tooth grin towards Ryder. She stared into his eyes. “Yeah, she would, but gosh, what a bad inspiration we would be. The deathly stare that her mother is giving us is scaring me a bit.” She laughed and then raised her eyebrows at his next comment. Wow, screwing her right there on the beach...a bit uncomfortable, but what a shocker that would be. She smiled widely at Ryder, almost giving him a look that said ‘Go on, do it. I dare you.’
“Ah no, I’m free for the rest of the day. My dad had dropped me off—he had a plane to catch and Jimmy was /supposed/ to take me home. He obviously left me. What a nut job.” Spencer said, a dry tone in her voice made it obvious that she wasn’t surprised that her brother had left her, pretty much daily routine. “So, I guess it’s up to you what we do. I personally don’t care.” She concluded, looking at her hand for a second and then back to him waiting for a responce.
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Post by Ryder Hill on Oct 1, 2006 13:51:20 GMT -5
Biting the corner of his lower lip, Ryder smirked. "Hey, I'm never a good inspiration to girls anyway. Mothers don't really like me as it is," he stated, leaning forward and giving Spencer a sweet kiss, not really giving a fuck. Now, if he wanted to be bad, he would have made it hot and steamy. Pssh. That little girl was probably up late at night watching 'R' rated porn, or over at one of her little guy friend's home playing doctor and asking 'What does this lever do?'. 'Dexter's Laboratory' was sophomore porn if he'd ever seen it. Pulling back from Spencer's lips, he raised a brow at the challenge he saw in her eyes. If she wasn't a virgin he would have took up that dare. Her first time had to be special though, even if it wasn't with him.
"Hmm, what can we do," he voiced aloud, to no one in particular. "There's the option of turning that girl into a little slut by watching us get freaky," he started listing, though obviously joking. "I could go rent a room in this hotel and have my way with you," he continued, still just playing around. "Or we could go dancing," he smiled, lightly rubbing at her hips with his thumbs. [/color][/font]
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Post by Spencer Carlin on Oct 1, 2006 14:11:18 GMT -5
“Ah, yes, we have a bad boy.” Spencer stated, smirking up at Ryder, being as he was taller than her, even when sitting down. The kiss she had received just then sent a small shiver down her spine. Her smirk then turned into a smile and she looked back at the girl whom they were talking about. Spencer examined his eyes closer as his eyebrows lifted in a quirk. No, she wasn’t really ready for what she had been saying. It wasn’t as if she couldn’t handle it, she just was a bit, well, scared. One of her biggest secrets was about her brother and this one girl. He had had sex with her and surprisingly she got pregnant. The two had barely known each other, but they still screwed around, literally, and she forced herself into doing an abortion. From then on Spencer wasn’t really hyped up on having sex. She knew she didn’t want her first time to be when she was married, but it definitely had to be with the best guy.
“Ha, I’ll take up your offer on dancing.” She stated, smirking towards him once again and then looking back at the young girl and her mother, who had finally turned away. The brown, straight hair on the young girl, who looked to be about eight or nine, triggered something in Spencer mind. “You know, she kind of does look like she’d grow up to be some hooker. Her mom doesn’t even seem to be setting a good example.” She remarked, studying the two beings. Yeah, the older woman wasn’t really that old. Probably an early pregnancy, an unexpected one per say.
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Post by Ryder Hill on Oct 1, 2006 16:27:04 GMT -5
Sticking his tongue childishly and playfully out at her, Ryder grinned. "Like duhh. Good guys don't look this good," he smirked, standing up and stretching. He moved his leg from across the bench and interlaced his hands behind his head, hooding his eyes. "You do know I was joking about the whole sex thing right?" he asked, one brow arched. He had no intent of taking her innocence. That was for her to save for as long as she wanted to, even if it was up to the point where her eggs dried up.
"Anyway, my bike's over that way," he added, putting his hand out for her to take. "Too bad you got to sit in the back or else I might start groping you," he joked. For some reason or another, he liked messing around with her that way. Sure he wouldn't, but that didn't stop him from saying it. [/color][/font]
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Post by Spencer Carlin on Oct 1, 2006 16:41:10 GMT -5
“Mm. Right.” She stated with a grin, watching him stand form the bench and stretch. She soon followed suit; standing and taking her bag in hand. A free lock of hair fell over her eyes as she stood, causing Spencer to tuck it back behind her ear with her free hand and then ran her hand through her hair with a yawn. Spencer furrowed her eyebrows at Ryder’s question. “Uh, yeah. I didn’t take it that you were being serious.” She answered him, slightly taken back by the whole question.
Spencer gaze dropped to his hand as she reached for it and placed her own in it. Her view was then cast about the parking lot until she spotted his motorbike. It had been awhile since she had been on it. Memories. “Yeah, what a shame. How about we leave all the fun for the club?” she asked, winking in his direction before walking a bit closer to Ryder before leading the two towards his ride.
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