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Post by Kyle Masters on Jul 26, 2007 2:34:18 GMT -5
After a short drive, they arrived at the docks, parking beside few other cars. There weren't many to speak of, probably doing the same as Kyle and Daylin, staying in their yachts for the night.
Luckily, the night was warm since his shirt had been left behind. It wasn't like he couldn't afford anymore, because that was far from the truth. He had more money than he needed from the restaurant he didn't even have to go near to get the money from.
Killing the engine of his 'Stang, he opened the door, pulling himself out of the seat. He was almost completely dry by now as he rounded the front of the car, actually opening the door for Daylin. Could it be that he was actually being /thoughtful and considerate/? Crazy but yes.
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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 26, 2007 2:51:53 GMT -5
Daylin tried her hardest to refrain from tackleraping him on the drive over, because it probably would've resulted in a crash or somethingg. And they were too gorgeouss to die. That'd be //tragic//.
Once he cut the engine, she unbuckled her seatbelt and excitedly went to open the door, only to find... he'd opened it for her? What the fuck? Since when did her boyfriend have //manners//?
The Californian princess was obviously taken aback by such a gesture on Kyle's part. Eye's wide and mouth slightly slackened, she slid out of the beautiful black Mustang and shouldered her tote again. She grabbed his hand, tangling her fingers with his as she dragged him off to find La Jolla.
It was docked just a couple meters away, and she covered the distance in //no time//. She walked up the bridge leading to the main deck, figuring she wouldn't actually have to //drive// the boat. Thank gawdd!! "C'mon... my daddy stocks the bar weekly," she told Kyle with a huuuge smile.
She pulled him into the cabin on the primary floor of the good-sized yacht, dropping her bag onto a nearby armchair and leading her boo to the bar in the back corner. Her dad tended to entertain collegues, so he was always stocked on alcohol. Which means you could have anything from Bacardi to Southern Comfort.
"Help yourself, baybee," she told him with a wink, grabbing herself a handle of black cherry Smirnoff and a pink bendy straw before plopping down on a posh leather couch.
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Post by Kyle Masters on Jul 26, 2007 3:08:31 GMT -5
He'd expected that reaction from her, considering he really never did anything like that for her usually. But maybe it was just a wild act. Most probably.
He just had time to close the door behind her and press the small button to lock the car before he was dragged off once again, this time towards her amazing yacht that was kept docked. The thing dwarfed regular boats by miles.
Her statement pleased him, knowing that alcohol always made things much better. Everytime.
He obediently followed her into the cabin which he had done many times before and dawdled towards the bar, "You don't have any shirts around here I might've left behind, do you?" He questioned, his eyes skimming around the room. It really didn't matter if she didn't or not, it'd probably just come off later anyway.
Following suit, he helped himself to some Bailey's, taking a sip of the milky liquid before coming around the counter and taking a seat beside her, sinking down into the comfortable leather. It was definitely a good life, having a girlfriend with a /yacht/. He'd never really wanted one himself, but it was appealing.
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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 26, 2007 3:26:39 GMT -5
Daylin thought it over a moment as she slurped some Vodka from the oh-so ahmazingg bendy straw.
"Uhmmm... I've probably got a couple of your shirts you left in my room," she told him, gesturing upwards with her head.
Ah yes, her bedroom (not huge, by any means, but it was a boat after all) was on the second deck.
She smiled over at him, cuddling up against him with her head tilted onto his shoulder. He may be a dick, but he was a //comfy// dick. DC held up her bottle of black cherry goodness to her boo, offering some up for sake of intoxication.
Not that they needed to be drunk to //have funn// but it was always fun to get totally wastedd, right? Right. Especially on a boat!! Yaay!!
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Post by Kyle Masters on Jul 26, 2007 3:38:02 GMT -5
He tilted his head upwards, making it look like it took /soo/ much effort just to do that. He couldn't even be bothered to move from his spot to venture upwards so he just shrugged, welcoming her affection and putting an arm around her.
He lifted his other arm to take hold of the straw and steady it as he sipped some of the Smirnoff, letting go of it and leaning his head back, letting out a relaxed sigh as he did so. He lifted his own drink and took a generous gulp, not planning to really take it slow in the alcohol consumption. He never did, really. Mostly, it was all about getting wasted when he did drink, forget the whole 'take it easy' crap. I mean, who needs that bullshit anyway? He wasn't a light weight.
Now he was relaxed, drinking, and with his gorgeous girlfriend. It couldn't get much better than this. Until later, ofcourse. But he was taking his time to enjoy himself. Right then, in the heat of his relaxed state, popped what that Gossip Bitch had written in her last article. How /dare/ she write that he had a wandering eye! So what if it was the truth, she didn't have to advertise it, "Did you see the last Gossip Column crap? That bitch pisses me off. Someone needs to find out who she is before she writes any more lies about me.." He murmured, eyes staring straight ahead in thought.
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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 26, 2007 3:56:13 GMT -5
Daylin watched him throw back his drink and smiled. He always seemed to treat her more humanely when he was intoxicated, maybe because he temporarily forgot how much of an arse he was and gave his girlfriend the treatment she deserved.
She took her Smirnoff back, sipping at it again. It may not seem like she was drinking much, but she was a lightweight so it didn't really matter in the least.
She nodded along with his rant. "I knoww!! Where does that bitch get off talking about you like that??" she added, not so sure if she should go along with what was running through her mind.
Though she seriously doubted that Gossip Girl held any truth, she just had to ask him, even if she didn't want to hear the answer, "But uhmm... do you look at other girls, Kyle?" she asked in kind of a small voice, a rarity for Miss Connors.
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Post by Kyle Masters on Jul 26, 2007 4:08:40 GMT -5
It was true, he actually did seem to let that shell around him down and act slightly more human. He started to forget about his 'reputation' and all that stuff and actually have normal, everyday conversations.
He nodded, "She obviously has nothing better to do. I bet she's one of those scenes.. Though they get talked about almost as much as we do." He stated, working himself up into quite a puzzled state. Who would it be? One of the average people? Would they dare talk about the Jocks and Plastics with risk of getting caught? It was hard to tell.
Her question caught him off guard and his distant, thoughtful stare was brought down to look at her, slightly concerned, "Ofcourse not. You don't believe her, do you?" He asked, turning the tables onto her. ofcourse she'd say no to avoid the drama, "Are you worried about that?" He asked, his concerned look growing, no matter how fake it was, as he carried on, "Come 'ere." He stated, putting his now empty bottle on the coffee table and sliding it under her legs, pulling her up onto his lap and wrapping his arms around her, "I only have eyes for you, Dee, and no one else." He spoke in a serious tone, pressing a tender kiss to the side of her forehead. It may have sounded all heart-to-heart, but he was just covering his tracks.
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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 28, 2007 2:56:53 GMT -5
"Of coursee not," Daylin quickly stuttered out. Ohlordd, what was this boy doing to herr?? She couldn't even speak properly!! She gladly accepted the invitation to sit in his lap, relieved to feel his strong, secure arms around her.
Clutching her oh-so ah-mazingg handle of black cherry vodka to her chest, she took a sip via straw and looked up at him with those huuge eyes of hers. She felt like a little kid... a retarded little kid. She'd Daylin Connors, dammit!! //Nobody//, and I mean //nobody//, makes DC feel like a 8-year old!! Except for her fuhreakingg boyfriend, of course. Just her damm luck.
Swallowing hard, she attempted to speak again, but instead just decided to burry her face in the crook of his neck. She was like a retarded little kid WOMBAT, who felt the need to burrow to feel safe. Because, hell, at this point, her mind was a sea of absolute confusion. She wanted so bad to believe Kyle, but she'd gotten so many warnings from people... and she knew how he could be.
But he wouldn't be here with her if he was cheating, right?? He'd be off with some other not-quite-so-hawtt chick. Yeah, seriouslyy.
Her bikini was damn near 100% dry now, but that meant that 90% of her skin was still exposed to the cool air-conditioning. Covered in goosebumps, she cuddled up closer to Kyle, lifting her handle up to her lips to take another sip from the almost-too-short straw.
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Post by Kyle Masters on Jul 28, 2007 3:12:34 GMT -5
He smiled down at her. Not a grin, not a smirk, but a genuine smile. Fuck, what was wrong with him? Usually he'd only have one thing on his mind on her yacht, but all he felt like doing was sheltering her from his sick-minded cheating.
He let a hand stroke her silky hair, "Good.. Because I'd hate to think you didn't trust me, Dee." He muttered. For once in his life, his gut was churning with guilt. All she wanted was a boyfriend she could trust (And a hot one, ofcourse), and he was completely unfaithful.
Feeling her skin raise with goosebumps, he picked his drink up and finished it in a single gulp and put it back on the table, "Wait here for a minute babe." He requested before carefully placing her to the side. Standing up, he made his way towards the stairs that lead upstairs.
He soon returned with the blanket from her bed and walked over. Sitting down beside her, he pulled it up over the both of them, taking extra care to tuck it around her. He pulled DC back to his side and put his arm around her, snuggling down into the couch, "Better?" He questioned, raising a brow in her direction, the same smile on his face. Wtf? /That/ wasn't the real Kyle.
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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 28, 2007 3:25:19 GMT -5
Daylin sat up again, continuing to sip her yummehh vodka. "Of coursee I trust you, baybee," she assured him, having managed to convince herself that he would never lie to her. She may be a raging bitch, but it would break her heart if any of these cheating allegations proved true. Kyle would //never// do that to her, though, and she just had to put her faith in him.
She nodded silently as he slid her aside and walked upstairs. He was probably off to find one of his shirts or something. she figured. Daylin sat with her knees propped up, hugging them to her chest with one arm as the other hand clutched her beloved alcohol. She'd sipped enough via straw to be a little more than slightly intoxicated now.
Smiling goofily in that 'ohkkayy, I'm kinda/sorta drunk' way, she awaited her boo's return. And once Kyle was back at her side, blanket in hand, she couldn't help but grin even wider. It //must// be the alcohol, because he was treating her better tonight than he ever had before.
She set her vodka down on the table, sitting back beside him and cuddling into him slightly more to expedite the warming process, resting her head on his shoulder as his arm was around her. "Muchhh better," she assured him with a kiss on the cheek before snuggling back down again, turning on her side slightly and draping an arm over his chest.
DC may reek of acohol, but at least she was //happy//, and she felt the safest she ever had right there in Kyle's arms. Stupid Gossip Girl, cooking up lies about the bestestest boyfriend //ever//.
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Post by Kyle Masters on Jul 28, 2007 3:46:27 GMT -5
He had been feeling the cold too, so the blanket was welcomed. But her cold hands? Not really. His torso tensed at her touch and he squirmed, chuckling, "Fucckkk DC, coldd handss." He said through gritted teeth, though he soon got used to the temperature and he settled back to his spot, getting over it.
Now that he was still, he realised that he'd finished his drink. Damn.. Ohwell, he'd do without. he didn't really want to move from his spot, he was quite comfortable.
His chest rose sharply as he drew a deep breath in, mostly because of how relaxed he was, and let it out slowly, "Dee... Why did you agree to be with me?" He questioned out of nowhere, his head back and his eyes fixed on the ceiling. He had no idea where it came from either, it wasn't something he'd say normally. No way. So why now? Maybe it was because of the guilt, and maybe, /finally/, he realised she deserved better.
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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 28, 2007 4:03:54 GMT -5
Daylin hadn't realised how chilly her little hands were 'til Kyle was already squirming. Laughing, she rubbed her hand against his skin to warm it up more quickly. "Awwwuhh, sorry baby!!" she apologised, pressing her lips to his chest in a little 'my bad!' kiss, mostly 'cause she was too comfy to sit up and give him a //real// one.
They sat there in comfortable silence for a few moments, Daylin not daring to speak because she didn't want to ruin the cozy little cuddly moment. Ohnoo. Her eyes were close, //just// to rest them, of course. Because she was, indeed, so goddamm comfy!!
But his sudden question threw her off. Like hardxcore. Because it was SO unlike her boyfriend. Had Kyle gotten abducted by aliens or some shit?? Jeesus. What a random night!! He was acting so... normal. Not like the arse she'd agreed to date. And, worst of all, she //liked// it. Don't get too used to it, she kept telling herself.
DC shifted slightly, looking up at him, "Uhmm, because I've liked you since, likee, sophomore year. Duhh..." she told him with a grin, which was more like last year for her, but whatever... Daylin wasn't the most quick-witted girl you could find. At least she was pretty and rich, yeahh??
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Post by Kyle Masters on Jul 29, 2007 2:14:33 GMT -5
Her answer still left him with questions, but he couldn't bring himself to open up like that. It didn't feel right, "Oh.. Okay." He stated, though his tone of voice left something to be desired.
He had noticed her eyes closing earlier and looked down at her, his hand still absently stroking her hair, "You wanna go to bed now?" He asked, raising a brow in question. And no, he wasn't asking if she wanted to go to bed and fuck, because he actually felt like just sleeping aswell.
He took her drink out of her hand, more worried that if she fell asleep it'd end up all over both of them. He finished it off in a single gulp and put it beside his empty bottle, "C'mon. I'm tired." He stated, but gave her no time to respond before he had already straightened up and lifted her with him, a lazy grin on his face, "Seems like I carry you more than you walk." He teased with a chuckle, giving her a peck on the forehead before walking effortlessly towards the stairs.
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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 30, 2007 3:48:49 GMT -5
Daylin yawned, nodding her head slowly in response. So now that she was all sitting down and comfy, she realised how truly tired she was. Poor baybeee!! He'd taken her alcohol, and normally Daylin would protest, but she was far too sleepy to scream and claw at him. Instead, before she could whine, he'd already lifted her up in his big strong manly arms.
Wrapping her own scrawny little tan ones about his neck, she tilted her head onto his and closed her eyes again, "It's cuzz Imma princesss," she told him with a sleepy grin. So maybe the alcohol hit little lightweight Daylin a bit hard. Especially since she'd had nearly an entire handle of vodka on her own. Hehe. Oooops.
Those thoughts kept running through her sleepy head, though. Was this gonna last? It seemed //way// too good to be true - her boyfriend giving a shit about her and all. No fucking wayy. He'd probably go back to his assy self in about twelve hours after the alcohol had worn off. Probably less time than that.
Maybe he wasn't worth it... she loved him so much yet he seemed to care nothing for her. She was just a pretty face to Kyle. And though she couldn't bring herself to leave him, it wasn't like she was good enough for anyone else. Kyle was the best DC could ever have, and could ever hope for.
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Post by Kyle Masters on Jul 30, 2007 3:57:39 GMT -5
Making it over to the stairs unscathed, he attempted to make his way up them, careful step by careful step. He didn't want to, like, fall or any shit like that. That'd just be /tragic/.
He grinned at her answer. She'd probably say that even without the alcohol, "/My/ princess." He corrected her, finally making it to the top of the staircase and walking his way down to her delegated space of a bedroom. Pushing the door open, he made his way to the bed and set her down on it, collapsing onto the bed beside her, on his stomach and put his head down, looking up at her, his eyes changing to a sort-of light bluish colour in the different light, "Next time, no swimming. I don't do swimming." He instructed and crawled up to the pillows, making himself comfortable and patting the bed next to him for her to follow suit.
Okay, so maybe his nice side only went so far. He was still pretty groggy from the alcohol though. His eyelids were feeling heavy, but he didn't exactly feel like sleeping. The boardies weren't exactly comfortable to sleep in either.
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