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Post by kennedy on Feb 8, 2011 14:23:54 GMT -5
Kennedy didn’t really know how this whole thing came about, but here she was getting ready for a date. In all of her nineteen years, she hadn’t ever been on an actual date before. It was a foreign concept for her. She had never really considered going out with anyone before, not to say that it wasn’t an impossibility, just something she had never really thought of. She was content with the way she lived her life, at least mostly. Though, she had to admit that there was something about Holland that seemed to make her insides do that weird fluttering thing that she had never quite experienced before, which was probably why she had agreed to go out with him in the first place. She had never really gotten that feeling before, maybe a fleeting time or two, but nothing like when she looked at him. She tried to deny it the first couple of times, but it seemed inevitable that every time they hooked up she got that sensation of butterflies in the pit of her stomach. It was a weird feeling to her and she wasn’t exactly sure whether or not she liked it. It made her a little nervous and that was something she had never felt around anyone that she had ever hooked up with. Things had always been so casual for her, but for some reason she felt like she was on edge sometimes when he was around.
Brushing her fingers through her hair, she leaned over the counter and ran her index finger over her full bottom lip, letting the lip gloss smear perfectly over her lips. Standing back to her full height, she turned slightly and checked herself out for a few moments longer than most people. She knew she was good looking and most of the time she wasn’t modest about it. Why would she be really? She got whoever she wanted, whenever she wanted them – that said enough right there. Tugging down the hem of her dress, she slipped her small feet in to a pair of high black heels and grabbed her clutch. They were going to one of the local bars in town, one that she frequented quite often when she wasn’t working or off somewhere else. She liked the place; it was a small hole in the wall bar with a somewhat classy atmosphere. Grabbing her cell phone, she glanced down to see if she had any new messages. There were a few waiting for her, mostly people wondering what she was up to for the night. Smirking she sent a few quick replies, indicating that she was busy for the evening. Stuffing it back in to her clutch, she looked around her room, making sure that everything was in its rightful places before switching off the light and heading out of her room.
Moving in to the main part of her apartment, she bit down on her bottom lip, picking up a few things as she waited for the time to slow tick by. She would admit that she was just a little bit OCD, but if you really knew her you would know that she was severely OCD about certain things; but no one that she really knew had picked up on it just yet. She shrugged the thought away and pressed her lips together, she never really let anyone close enough to really get to know her or find out things like that about her. When people started to get too close, she would do everything in her power to push them away, which was one of the reasons why she had never really been on a date before. Dates lead to talking about yourself and talking about where you came from and all that jazz. That was stuff that Kennedy didn’t like to talk about. She liked to just keep things simple, tell people things that weren’t all that significant about her and just get what she wanted and get out. Though, as much as Holland made her stomach flutter, maybe it was the fact that she didn’t think that anything serious would come of this that she agreed to go. Holland wanted one thing from her and it was the one thing that she would admit out loud that she wanted from him. She didn’t think she could ever let herself actually admit to the fact that she might have developed a small crush on him.
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Post by holland on Feb 9, 2011 15:30:02 GMT -5
In all his eighteen years of life, Holland had only been on two dates so far, both of which had been set up by his parents to try to get him to date a girl that they thought might fix their son and his bad habits. Naturally, Holland had done what he always did in those situations. He coerced the girls to sleep with him and then never called them back. After that, his parents had stayed out of his romantic life. He wasn't the type to be tied down by any one girl and he certainly wasn't going to date someone that his parents would approve of. Kennedy Russell definitely wasn't a girl that they would have approved of. In short, she was the female version of himself which was why when he'd asked her on this 'date', he knew she'd have the same expectations as he did for how the night would end.
Well that wasn't the only reason, but Kennedy didn't need to know that there was a part of him that thought maybe she could be the girl that would finally be a perfect match for him. Sure they were very much alike, but Kennedy was different enough to be interesting, great in bed, knew how to party, and she had a feisty personality that he absolutely liked. Holland wasn't looking for a relationship per se, but he thought that if it ever were to happen, she would be the one who it would be with. So they were going out tonight to a bar together, which was a change for them. Usually their time was spent having sex and then parting ways. They'd never actually spent time getting to know each other with their clothes still on. It would be different, but he was hoping that it would be a good thing, because when it really came down to it, Holland was incredibly lonely with his current lifestyle.
He would never admit it to anyone, but sometimes he wished that he could find one person that would be enough for him. Someone that he could actually stand keeping around with him and that wouldn't mind him drinking and smoking and would accept him for who he was. Most people didn't even know that Holland played guitar and was a singer and that his dream was to be a musician one day. He never let anyone get close enough to find out that much about him. So in a way, tonight was a test for the both of them. Holland was testing Kennedy to see if she was someone he might be able to build a future with, and testing himself to see if he could actually deal with being with just one person. They'd just have to see how it all worked out in the end.
At the moment though, he was more focused on how he looked as he stood outside her front door. He was dressed simply in jeans and a t-shirt, and he hadn't bothered messing with his hair because it always looked good no matter what. Holland knew he was attractive, but he wasn't truly egotistical about it. He just acted that way around people because they liked it. He was just one of those people that looked good without ever trying, and Kennedy had definitely noticed, just as he'd noticed her. Holland smirked at the thought of her naked and on top of him as he knocked on her door, waiting for her to answer so they could start their night out. At the very least it would be interesting. It always was with the two of them.
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Post by kennedy on Feb 9, 2011 16:22:21 GMT -5
Being alone was something that Kennedy had grown accustomed to, however it was something that she hated more than anything. She had been pretty much on her own her entire life; growing up her parents were never around and all she ever had was a nanny that took care of her. After her parents’ divorce it only seemed to get worse, the nanny left because Kennedy was ‘old enough to take care of herself’ by the time she was twelve years old. That’s when her bad habits started to kick in. She found love in something that couldn’t love her back, but it filled the empty space inside of her heart, for the most part and temporarily. Alcohol, sex, drugs… they all worked their magic on Kennedy when she was younger and she was lucky to even make it out of high school alive for the most part. Before she had even graduated her mother kicked her out of her house and sent her to live with her father and his trophy wife, who was barely older than Kennedy. Of course that didn’t go the way she had planned and for the first few months things were hell for Kennedy, so much so that she blocked that part of her life out of her memory – or at least as much as possible. After the first six months, she was out on her own, almost completely living in the apartment she was standing in now. Her father paid her rent and told her he’d continue to pay as long as she kept her mouth shut. So, Kennedy did.
Of course, those were things that she never spoke of to anyone… ever. She didn’t even like to think about those things. All she cared about now was that she had a nice place to live, she worked in a job that she liked and that she was good at and she was living the life she wanted. Well… almost. Her life always felt rather empty, bartending during the day, partying at night and hooking up with random guys and girls, only to be left alone at the end of the night. It was something that she hated, and a lot of the times, when and if she slept with someone more than once, she would usually have them stay over, because the feeling of waking up to someone was better than waking up alone. At least in her mind it was. There was nothing more disheartening to her than waking up to an empty queen sized bed. There were only a few people that she actually didn’t mind keeping around like that. Holland was different. She didn’t know why, but she couldn’t ever muster up the courage to ask him to stay with her. Though, she doubted that he actually would, the way they operated was simple; they talked for a few minutes whether it was texting, online or whatever and then they met up, got naked and had sex (amazing sex at that) and then they’d go back to whatever it was they were going to do before they got in contact with one another. That was what she usually did, with other people, but other people had never made her feel like she was going to lose her mind every time they looked at her.
It was kind of a crazy idea in her head, that she actually had a crush on him. She didn’t now anything about him and he didn’t know anything about her. All she knew was that he was pretty much her male counterpart in the world, of course they had their differences, but so did everyone else. But there was something there that stood out in her mind every time she thought about him, it struck a chord inside of her and she could never quite understand it. She had never experienced that feeling before and she wasn’t really sure what to do with it. Holland wasn’t exactly one of those guys that you just went up to and told them that you liked them. No, he’d probably end up laughing in your face and telling you to fuck off. That thought alone made Kennedy laugh a little bit and she shook her head. That’s pretty much how she felt about it. There had been a couple of guys and girls along the way that had ‘fallen’ for her and she had to break their hearts. She just wasn’t the type to settle down and have any sort of relationship. She didn’t know if she could be faithful to someone… she didn’t know if she could find anyone that was okay with the way she drank like a fish and liked to have fun the way that she did. It was hard enough to find people that just wanted to have sex with no strings attached.
Sighing to herself as she glanced in the mirror of the living room, she felt her stomach fluttering with anticipation. She would just have to see how this whole thing went. Maybe it would go well or maybe it would bomb, she wouldn’t know unless she tried and that’s all she could really do… right? Kennedy couldn’t shake the anxious feeling in her stomach as she waited for him to show up. She slipped on to her leather couch and rested her head back, she needed to calm the fuck down before she freaked herself out. What she really needed was a hard shot of liquor. She contemplated getting out a bottle of vodka to have a drink before he got there, but she thought better against it. Sighing she shifted around, crossing and uncrossing her legs as she stared at the ceiling, she was going to make herself insane if he didn’t hurry up and get there. Hearing the knock at the door, she literally jumped to her heeled feet and stared at the door. Composing herself quickly, she moved to the door, gripping the handle in her hand before taking a deep breath and plastering on one of her silly smirks as she opened the door. Her eyes narrowed in on his handsome face first and she smiled a little more genuinely, Hey… She greeted him and grabbed her keys from the table next to the door, slipping them in to her clutch, she licked her lips and looked him over. How he could just pull himself together to look so amazing baffled her every time she laid eyes on him. She could probably stare at him all night, and she probably would, but that was besides the point. Closing the door behind her, she looked up at him, So… ready to do this or what? She quipped with a lopsided grin up at him, her hand moving to tug at the hem of her short tight black dress. Stepping around him, she started towards his awaiting car, not able to help her thoughts as they wandered randomly on where the night was going to lead them.
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