❀ Melíssa
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Post by ❀ Melíssa on Feb 9, 2011 5:42:27 GMT -5
Chelsea aimlessly ambled along the path surrounding the lake. She squinted her eyes, pretending that she could see the top of Essex House poking out above the tree tops. It didn't take long before she gave up on that. Dragging her toes as she walked along, she found herself singing the Stones, and not surprisingly, kept meandering back and forth between two songs. "Please allow me to introduce myself... I'm a man of wealth and taste... I've been around for a long long year... Stole many a man's soul and faith..." She kicked at a pebble. "I met a gin soaked bar room queen in Memphis... She tried to take me upstairs for a ride... She had to heave me right across her shoulder... 'Cuz I just can't seem to drink you off my mind... It's the ho- oowwoo- onky tonk women... Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues...." Growling to herself, because Mick Jagger sings in a range Chelsea just misses, she felt another song coming on, so she clamped her mouth shut. "Damnit, I can't wait to go back on tour," she grumbled to herself, thinking about record sales and rehearsal time with the back-up musicians. Anything to get her out of this sleepy tiny town. Her thoughts turned to boys. Maybe an entertaining fling might keep her mind off her misery. She had seem some pretty boys out at Open Mic Night, but no one that really caught her eye enough to make her want to pursue them. "Down to me, the change has come, she's under my thumb..." she couldn't stop the words from coming out. Why was it that when she got crabby, all that came to mind were Rolling Stones songs? She tried to think of old White Stripes songs, or Raconteurs;those usually put her in a better mood. "This is friggin pointless," she hadn't realized that she'd stopped walking, again staring at the trees, this time trying to to picture Gapstow Bridge connecting one side of the lake to the other, and resisted the urge to cry. She wanted to go home. Not 27 Parnell Avenue, but 268 West 25th. Heaving a sigh, Chelsea took up a seating a position on a large rock, using the alone time to think
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Post by kristay on Feb 9, 2011 8:26:27 GMT -5
It was a beautiful day and Cameron had decided to use the opportunity to take a run around the lake. It would have been much easier to run along the beach strip seeing as they lived by the ocean but he had decided for less saltier waters.
It was a bit funny to him that even if his pace was a fast one, enough to knock the wind out of most people, the music coming from the gray iPod Shuffle clipped to the sleeve of his white muscle shirt was Coltrane’s entire album of love songs. Cameron was amazed that he was able to continue his ridiculous pace with the music that was thrumming in his ears but he didn’t mind that much. He needed time to think and he had found Seraph’s way of thinking very effective. Taylor was on his mind, wasn’t she always anyway? He sighed and shook out his crimson hair before continuing, circling around the large expanse of the lake; it was a much larger one than in MABTown and he found that he appreciated how woodsy Riverside was.
His thoughts came back to Taylor and he let out a large heavy sigh. Cameron’s lifestyle was one full of joie de vivre, carelessness and simple enjoyment of life. He had flirted, had many flings and was fine with it. But ever since Taylor had started avoiding him, he started to re-examine himself. He found she was quite important to him but didn’t know where he stood in her heart; thus the conundrum.
He circled the lake once and the song changed twice but he hardly noticed; his mind was still on the blond who was avoiding him like the plague. Cameron stopped, lacking wind as sweat dripped down his face in rivulets. The boy shook his head like a dog, his bangs sticking to his pale face, cheeks flushed from the exertion. He stopped by the large rock and he turned, surprised that he had not noticed the beautiful girl on the rock, a mournful expression on her features. “Something the matter?”
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❀ Melíssa
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Post by ❀ Melíssa on Feb 9, 2011 12:32:24 GMT -5
Chelsea jumped a mile when the boy spoke to her. "Holy shit!" the expletive slipped out as she lost her equilibrium and almost slid down the front slope of the rock she'd chosen to sit upon. "Hey," she managed to mumble once recovering herself. "And the answer, although you'll probably disagree when I tell you what exactly the matter is, is yes, something's the matter." Her bat-like hearing, for which the family always made fun of her - and in her defense, living in the city meant some senses had to be stronger than others - enabled her to catch the sounds coming from his earbuds. "Ugh, what are you listening to? Sappy, baby-making music?" This time she allowed herself to slide a few inches down the large piece of slate, just barely closer to the boy. She took in his heat-flushed face, the strands of hair that clung to his skin, and took a moment to appreciate his physique. Hmmm..., she thought to herself, her musings bringing a tiny smile to her face.
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Post by kristay on Feb 9, 2011 17:34:25 GMT -5
Cameron stood at the ready, quite ready to catch her if that was the case but it seemed like she found her balance right before she fell so he shrugged it off and continued to look at her. She was pretty and he smiled a bit at that, he wouldn't have expected the swearing from someone as lovely as her. "Well then, what is the matter, why is it the matter and how are we going to fix it?" He smirked, crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the large boulder.
He quirked a fine brow at her disgusted comment and shrugged. "John Coltrane. Well technically it's his album for love songs but... anyway..." Really, if someone didn't respect jazz musicians then that had to mean they weren't people to bother with but he stayed and waited for a reply anyway. Cameron watched her curiously, wondering what she was like and if she was a native to Riverside. The way she was looking though, he could tell she wasn't. No, definitely not. She was also staring at him quite unabashedly and that made him puff out like the prideful egoistic male that he was.
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Post by ❀ Melíssa on Feb 10, 2011 5:55:16 GMT -5
Nodding, mostly to herself, Chelsea murmured. "Coltrane. My ex was a big Coltrane fan. Too mellow for me." She crinkled her nose. "Especially now." Sighing for what felt like the one thousandth time that afternoon, she scooted closer to him, shifting her weight onto her hip and leaning on her hand. Her words came quickly, "My name's Chelsea, by the way. Named after the city of my birth. And that's what's the matter. It's the matter because I just want to be back there. New York is in my blood. I am not a suburb girl. I don't know how to live like this." Looking up, she smiled apologetically. "I'm babbling, sorry," she continued on, her speech never truly slowing down. "I just don't know how to be still. My parents are in a band; I spent my childhood on the road with them. My sister and I are on tour half the time. The entire rest of my life is in Manhattan. Now all of a sudden my parents are thinking about retiring, and I just don't get it. I don't want to be here." She stopped herself again. "I'm sorry. You've probably lived her forever, right? I don't mean to bash your town or anything like that. What's your name anyway?"
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Post by kristay on Feb 10, 2011 6:27:39 GMT -5
Cameron shook his head; how could Coltrane be too mellow? Cello-jazz was mellow, Coltrane? Not so. "Guess you didn't know how to listen to it then." He watched her as he crossed his arms, waiting for her to spill whatever sob-story had made her sigh every time she opened her mouth. "Chelsea huh?" He didn't have much time to say anything else though because her words came out like rapid-fire and he had to concentrate to keep up with her rambling. A tiny smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Yeah I can see that myself."
He leaned against the boulder again, didn't bother to look at her as he spoke. "You don't have to be here you know. You can simply fly back to New York where you feel at home; the place isn't going to keep you chained because you don't like Riverside." He had been to New York, he'd been to many places actually. New York had been loud and full of life, he could see why she couldn't figure out how to fit in in a quiet place like Riverside. He felt a bit sorry for her really that she couldn't understand the beauty of the everyday rustic that this town offered everyone; it was probably why her parents wanted to move here in the first place.
"You know..." He stood straight, and dusted himself off, meeting her beautiful eyes, a patient almost pitying smile on his lips. "I could have gone to any school in the country, even Oxford in England but I chose this quiet town instead. It's got a lot of places and people that you don't see often in other places; I just gave it a chance. You should give it a chance too." Cameron turned his back on the pretty girl and turned his iPod back on, another one of Coltrane's sleepy sax solos filtering into his ears. "Gotta go; might deafen you with my baby-making music. And no, I haven't lived here long; my home was destroyed in a hurricane actually." He glanced at her one last time; thinking that in another life, he would have totally tapped that. But now? He wasn't so sure. "I'm Cameron." And he started to run.
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Post by ❀ Melíssa on Feb 10, 2011 6:45:57 GMT -5
A corner of Chelsea's mouth turned up with Cameron derided her musical taste. "I'm a rocker, what can I say?" When it came to the town, and location, Chelsea forced herself to listened to words. On one hand, he was right. She could easily leave. But what was the point anymore? There would be no one at home. Everyone she really, truly cared about was here. Of course that's why she couldn't go back. Then her eyes bulged at the word 'hurricane'. Wait, did he really just say that? And then just walk away? "Wait! Cameron! Wait!" she deftly scurried off the boulder she'd been perched upon and made an attempt to jog after him. She'd never run a day in her life, couldn't believe she was trying to chase a boy who clearly had this running thing down pat.
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Post by kristay on Feb 10, 2011 6:51:42 GMT -5
He snorted derisively at her rocker comment; if you were a true musician you were open to every genre available to you. There was something great you could learn from them all; or that's what his musician cousins always said.
Cameron had slowed down his pace; he found that his brain didn't process information that great when he was running at top speed. That's when he heard Chelsea call for him and he had to laugh at that; really she practically insulted him and now she was chasing after him? Strange woman. He slowed to a halt and turned to watch her run and had to bite back a laugh; she looked ridiculous. "Careful! You're going to hurt yourself running like that... Really."
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Post by ❀ Melíssa on Feb 10, 2011 7:00:15 GMT -5
Biting her lip, she had to smile at her own potential humiliation. "I don't run," she deadpanned, and sighed again, this time in frustration with herself. "Listen... I... I just... " she couldn't make herself say what she knew she had to. She stomped her foot to bring herself back to reality. "I don't know anybody here. I don't know how to 'make friends'," she air-quoted. "I'm used to just having known people forever. You say there's a lot of great stuff to see here, to do; Show me." She hated the pleading sound that had taken over her voice. "This is where my family is now, so this is my home. I have to accept that. So I need someone to help me see all there is to see."
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Post by kristay on Feb 10, 2011 7:09:26 GMT -5
Cameron couldn't hold it in any longer; really he was the gentleman-type of guy who did not laugh at girls but he couldn't help it. He burst into laughter. "I can see that; very clearly actually." He paused, fell silent and watched her struggle with the words that she knew she had to say. He smiled in bemusement; really this high-strung city girl had a problem with asking for help... He could see that quite clearly.
He shook his head before meeting her eyes. "You know, I don't think I ever heard you ask me... Really are you the kind of person who orders around people you don't know?" He snorted in amusement as he turned off his iPod and walked back over to her. "Alright. I'll help." Cameron extended his hand, his winning, heart-stopping smile curving the corners of his mouth. "Cameron Tay, pleasure to meet you Chelsea of New York."
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Post by ❀ Melíssa on Feb 10, 2011 7:18:24 GMT -5
"Sometimes," she said, in response to his question about ordering people around. "Have you ever asked a creeper in the subway to get his filthy hand off your knee?" She made a big show out of scrutinizing Cameron's extended hand. "You're not about to 'accidentally' put that on my knee, are you?" 'Cause you can if you want, she finished in her head. The corners of her eyes crinkled as she gave her full name. "It's Chelsea Urban, but I think I like the way Chelsea of New York sounds, coming from your lips." Really? Are you seriously talking about his lips? Shut up shut up shut up.
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Post by kristay on Feb 10, 2011 7:25:41 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes dramatically. "One, Chelsea Urban of New York, this isn't New York so I'm pretty sure the population of creepers here are slim to none. Two, I'm a guy; would creepers really want to be putting their hand on my knee? And three, I don't do 'accidentally' but if you ask nicely, I would love to put my hand on your knee." He grinned cheekily, knowing most guys didn't get away with talking shit like that to strangers but he was quite confident in himself and knew he'd get away with it easily. He leaned a bit closer to her and took her hand so he could put it in his extended one. "I'm pretty sure I'm not as primeval as I look; I can shake a hand... Can you?"
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Post by ❀ Melíssa on Feb 10, 2011 7:35:34 GMT -5
"Hey, you'd be surprised what creepers want to put their hands on," Chelsea quipped back. "Also... since it's established I don't do the asking thing too well, what would happen if I demanded that you put your hand on my knee?" Oh God. Shut up you idiot. She slipped her hand into his and gave it a firm shake.
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Post by kristay on Feb 10, 2011 7:40:26 GMT -5
Cameron had to chuckle at that, she had a point. Really people in the world were so strange; look at him he was the epitome of weirdom. He blinked for a second, confused at what she had said; he chuckled briefly as they finally shook hands and he released her hand so his arm could fall back to his side. He shook his head in amusement. "You're really something else, do you know that?"
He knew he had changed a bit but that hint of challenge in her voice... Cameron was a masochist in his own right as he took a few steps to close the distance between them, that indulgent smile on his full mouth. Cameron's hand moved of its own accord as it lightly skimmed the bend of her knee, up to her thigh and even upward still to rest lightly on the curve of her hip. "I'm pretty sure I can do that."
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Post by ❀ Melíssa on Feb 10, 2011 7:55:24 GMT -5
Resisting the urge to giggle like a schoolgirl, Chelsea only allowed one side of her mouth to curl up. "And now you know why I feel I get further in life by giving orders than by asking," she bit her lip and looked down at his hand. "That's actually kind of nice," she said dreamily, her eyelids lowering halfway. It had been a long time since she felt such a tender touch. Secretly, she wished he would just take her in his arms, a crazy desire - she didn't even know this man. Do I really need human contact that badly? She hadn't realized before how much her busy life had shaped her socialization. No wonder she was hasn't such a hard time adjusting to suburb life, such a culture shock from the hard, impersonal streets of Manhattan. She bent her elbow and covered Cameron's hand with her own.
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