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Summer Dream · Mar 5th 2016

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Brooklyn Hayes: Age Eighteen
The door slams shut and all I can hear is the sobs that escape from my throat as I lean my back against the door. All I can think is that he's leaving me. He's leaving me behind and I may never seen him again. The thought tears my heart apart further and I move to the side of my bed.

I fall against the covers, allowing the soft material to hug my shaking body like a mother would hold her terrified child. My day had started with pure shock and fear, and now I feel rejection. What more could go wrong? This night was suppose to answer questions flowing in my mind, but now I still have them.

I took a deep breath and tried to regain control, pulling out my cell phone from my pocket. I slide my finger across the screen and look at the picture of me and my boyfriend. He is the one leaving, going off to the military. I know I have to tell him my news, I know he has a right to know, but right now I can't stop crying enough to do so.

I turn the phone off and set it down on my nightstand. I'll just try again in the morning.

Brooklyn Hayes: Age Twenty-two
Present day

I stand behind the counter of the only small corner cafe in town. My salmon red shirt is buttoned from the bottom up, leaving the top collar button unbuttoned. A white apron is tied around my slim waist, and black slacks complete my little outfit. The everyday wear of a waitress here.

I run a rag over the white counter tops, cleaning up anything dropped by the customers. Currently it's a slow time in the day and not many people come in, giving me some breathing time. It's the little moments of relaxation that I now hope to steal away.

I glance over at the small table nearby, spying a little boy there. He has short and straight, blonde hair and fair skin. Freckles decorate his delicate little nose and his green eyes are focused on the picture he colors. He's the perfect little man at the age of three and a half.

A sigh escapes my throat. He is my pride and joy, and I work the way I do to make sure I can provide for him, but there is one thing missing from his life that I fear may stay a missing piece: his father. I look towards the door of the cafe and let my thoughts take over, just this once.

Where is he now? Is he even still alive? Does he even think of me for a second anymore?

I shake my head to rid these thoughts from my head and return to my work. I have more important things to think about than the man who I couldnt convince to stay. I just hate that my little boy may have to settle on having someone else in the father role.

Plot
Brooklyn Hayes is the young girl who caught your character's heart the moment he laid eyes on her. She is beautiful and charming, yet fun and outgoing. There is never a boring time with her, and they soon became close friends. As time passed with them growing closer, he decided to make her his girlfriend.

No other couple was better paired than these two. Mostly everyone liked to see them together, and what they saw was a perfectly happy couple. This is how things were as their high school years flew by; high school sweethearts that pictured a whole future with each other.

But things have a way of changing.

You character finds his calling to go into military, wanting to help his country and maybe become something big. However, Brooklyn doesnt want to hear anything about it. At first, she thought that it was just a thought that he had, just an idea, but the final night that she went over was when she found him packing and getting ready.

As they both tried to prove their point on whether he should or shouldn't go, everything ended up in a yelling match and tears. Brooklyn gave in and left his home, leaving him to his bags and packing. However, she never got to tell him the news that she had found out that morning; the whole reason she had gone over that night: she was pregnant, and it was his child.

The next morning he was gone.

Now, four years later, your character returns home for the first time since he left. There has been no connection between him and Brooklyn since that night, so neither knows where the other is. However, one day they meet up, and Brooklyn has to decide whether he should know about their son or not.

How will he react to the news? Will he accept the small boy or leave him to Brooklyn like he has been all these years? How will he feel when he finds out that some one else behind the scenes may be trying to step into Brooklyn's life in his place?

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Do not track or post if you aren't advanced||All site rules apply||Plot twist, romance, and drama are welcomed but keep things PG-13||Please have a minimum post of 5 sentences||Please let me know, either by post or private message, if you will be gone for a longish time||Just have fun here! Throw some ideas around and be creative!||You get to chose why he was sent home, whether he was hurt, discharged, or just on a break.

Brooklyn Hayes

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Name: Brooklyn Rachel Hayes
›Pronunciation: BRUUK-luhn RAY-chull hayz
›Nickname(s): Brook
Date of Birth: May 15th
›Age: Twenty-two years young
Gender: Female

⇉Appearance[hr]
Hair Type: Wavy
›Hair Color: Light blonde
›Hair Length: Shoulder-blade length
Eye Color: Light brown
›Eye Shape: Wide almond
Body Type: Slender
›Height: Five foot, six inches (5'6")
›Weight: One hundred thirty five pounds (135 lbs)
›Skin Tone: Fair Caucasian
›Modifications: None
Clothing Type(s): Casual day: Jeans and t-shirt. Work days: salmon button-up t-shirt, black slacks, and white apron

⇉Digging Deeper[hr]
Positive Traits: Outgoing, curious, kind, gentle, loving, and hardworking
Negative Traits: Stubborn, super protective of her son, cautious of trusting men with her heart, and busy
Personality: Brook is an outgoing young woman who is always ready for a good time and fun. She used to be someone who you would often see out with friends, but now her schedule is mostly working. She is kind, caring, and has a gentle touch. She has a soft heart as well, especially when it comes to her son. She can be rather stubborn if she is made mad, and she has grown to be cautious of giving any man her heart. She has some walls up, but not to where they are unbreakable. She works hard and plans ahead, making sure she and her son have enough to get them by.
›Likes: Sunny skies, the beach, starry nights, bonfires, caramel and chocolate, coffee, spending time with her son, reading, and knowing she made enough money for the month
›Dislikes: Storms, cloudy days, cherries, being separated from her son for a long time, struggling to get by, and feeling alone
›Strengths: Hardworking, a planner, and knows how to save her money
›Weaknesses: Cautious of letting a man close to either her or her son, stubborn, and almost always busy
Fears: That her heart will be broken again, that her son will grow up without a father, and that she will never get to a comfortable life
Dreams: She and her son will be well provided for, and maybe seeing her lost love again one day
Talent(s): Singing, though many dont know it
History: Brook was born to a young, teenage couple who werent ready to be parents. Her mother, Clarissa, had every intention of keeping and raising Brook, but her father didnt want the responsibility. He walked out on them both a few days after Brooklyn went home from the hospital.

Growing up without a father, Brook had that piece missing from her life. However, because of this she also grew very, very close to her mother. She also developed high standards towards any male, and was cautious towards dating.

However, in high school, she met her best friend and high school sweetheart. As they grew closer in the years, she allowed herself to trust him more and more, until she felt safe and assured when he asked her to date him. She was at her happiest, and her mother loved seeing her like this.

All was good and well, until talk of the military came up. Brook just brushed it off at first, but it soon became clear that he was serious about it all. This tore her, but not as much as the morning she found out she was pregnant. That rocked her world.

She went straight to her love to tell him, only to find him packing and getting ready to head out since they were graduates now. Brook didnt want this and tried to make him stay, but everything fell apart that night. She left, never once mentioning his unborn child.

Then he was gone. Brook held no contact with him, because she was unsure how to contact him. She was also scared that he may still be angry about her trying to stop him. So she let things settle and moved on to planning on how she would raise this child; without it's father.

With the help of her mother, Brook has made it this far. Now and then her thoughts will turn to her high school sweetheart, but she has no clue if he is even alive at this point. A new man has come into her life but she is more cautious now than before about letting him in, especially now that it's not just her, but also her son.
›Hometown: Elmswood, Tennessee
›Parents: Clarissa Hayes (mother: alive), father (unknown)
›Sibling(s): None
›Other relations: Jaxon Hayes (son: alive)

⇉Love Life[hr]
Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single but sort of looking
›Crush: None
›Girlfriend/Boyfriend: None
›Spouse: N/A
›Children: Jaxon Hayes (son of three and a half years old)
Turn-on's: tall, bright eyes, dark hair, muscular, gentle, protective, extrovert, fun, and flirty
Turn-off's: short, red hair, controlling, aggressive, lazy, introvert, always serious, and demanding

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Theme Song: N/A
Faceclaim: Dianna Agron
Other: None

⇉About the Roleplayer[hr]
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Nickname(s): Rose is fine
Muse Level: Usually high unless rushed
Activity Level: 8/10 besides school
Plot Ideas: Maybe the new guy is your characters best friend? Maybe your character is injured and that's why he returned home? Just ideas to bounce around

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Brylee · Mar 6th 2016

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Cassian Gunter: Present Day

"Are you sure you shall be okay out here? I mean, it's been so long and....." "Yes. I'm sure, don't fret,Mother. Just... I'll be there shortly. Okay? I love you." The muffled whimperings vibrate against my ear as I chuckle softly and breathe out a sigh of relief. The line soon going dead as I blink and lower my gaze silently to the device, the screen corrupted in it's ebony sheen as if a reminder to focus upon my current task. Driving.... Right. Powerful grasp tightening upon the steering wheel as my clear gaze sweeps over the horizon mutely. How long had it been since I was allowed the opportunity to simply look upon the city, not search for the enemy, nor remain at attention.

A sudden shriek of tires gathered me from such thoughts before clashing on the breaks swiftly, a soft hiss of pain erupting from my lips. I allowed my spare hand to travel to the source as I helplessly adjusted the seat belt from the broad expanse of my chest. Knuckles bleached white in my unfettered strain to ease the vehicle to a halt.

The multitude of other cars soon drifted off onto their own paths, leading me into the familiar run-down town that I had called home. It hadn't changed at all from what I observed-still the same little collage of shops, as well as petty shacks and establishments. Of course, I did gather that they had added a new library, it's newly constructed exterior basking in the dull translucency of it's neighboring buildings. The sight was an achievement in itself. With that, I averted my attention to the rural streets before me, tension singing throughout my broad frame with each pot hole I managed to drive through.

God, I was famished. My apologies for diverging from my current situation though the angry snarl erupting from my torso cried out amidst the comfortable silence. Immediately grimacing as I looked upon the weathered signs of boutiques and antique shops. Not a store in sight unless... Ah. Had they still not torn the old cafe apart since I left? The familiar sight coaxed a warm smile from my lips as I eased my vehicle closer and gathered the keys from the methodic purr of the ignition before crawling out from its embrace. The solidity of the earth kissing my feet as I stood silently before the cafe like a solemn totem.

A passing stranger's weary gaze bled into my back as I shifted to glimpse him. The swift diversion of his gaze caused me to flee into the chilling familiarity of the building. My curiosity getting the best of me as I greedily observed each and every painful memory tucked amidst the vinyl seats. Lingering restlessly at the gaping mouth of the entryway as I froze midstep. Firm grasp falling to my sides as I considered simply returning to the car, to go back now before I managed to do something even more painful than I had before. Yet something kept me grounded. Perhaps it was the unmistakable little motion of her hips as the music overhead droned on, or the golden tresses that cascaded to the clean cut of her petite shoulder blades. "Brooklyn?" I whispered harshly before drifting further into the interior of the building.

Traitorous path leading me closer to the painfully evident silhouette of my high school sweetheart. "Brooklyn. I-it's you, right?" I inquire, husky tone tainted in uncertainty as I cast a glance over my shoulder to the vacant booths. One accompanied by an astonishing little cherub that sat patiently. Perhaps his mother had dispersed to the lady's room? I blinked before returning my attention to the young blonde behind the counter, lost in her own turmoil.

Summer Dream · Mar 6th 2016

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[IC: My mind kept turning like the notes of the music playing in the background. The times I got stuck in these thoughts had become few and far between, but every time they came it was like I was drowning in all the memories I had. Mom often brought me out of these transes when I'm at home. Here, its usually the customers.

And here it happens once more. I heard the bell above the door jingle and shook my head slightly, coming out of the memories. I have got to get a hold of myself. I cast a quick glance over towards Jason, seeing that he was still there. I just had to be sure.

That's when I heard a male's voice saying my name. Glancing up from the counter, I wiped my hands on my little apron, my brown gaze finding him as the source of the voice. I felt my eyebrows furrow slightly in confusion as he approached me. "Yes, may I help you?" I asked cautiously.

However, as I looked at the eyes of this man before, something was familiar about him. His facial features weren't as familiar, but that gaze was. Where had I seen it before? That's when I felt as if someone had punched me in the gut. I knew why that gaze was familiar.

"C-Cassian?" My voice cane out softly, in a low whisper. My brown eyes widened as I drew in a breath. Is it possible? Or is my mind just playing with me again today? However, I couldn't take my gaze off of him as I waited for his next response.

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Brylee · Mar 6th 2016

(Thank you! I believe I shall put it in my next post ^-^)
I offered a sad smile at her utterance, contemplating whether or not to leap over the counter and embrace her or simply stand in this mundane glory of ours. I decided upon the latter, unsure as to where we stood at this point in time. "Yeah, it's me. I.... Didn't expect to find you here, I thought you would have taken off to exploit that gorgeous voice of yours," I replied with a soft chuckle.

I found myself drawn to simply observe her, all of her. Savoring each fleeting second as I looked to her attire quietly in withdrawn amusement, not at the tiresome outfit but at the fact she still managed to "pull it off" as they say. The off white apron tied snugly to her petite silhouette in a flattering manner. Though I tucked away such curiosities in order to observe her features. Still familiar and soft despite the disheartening experience that now troubled her gaze, the kind you received from actual hardships and .... Well. Life.

The shy trickle of the bells upon the door gathered my attention as I quickly shifted in the minuscule bar stool provided so as to face the source wearily. An older gentleman trudging in though I didn't recognize the face, only fell silent and cautiously returned to face Brooklyn once more.

"You still look as breath taking as I remembered. I'm sure I simply come off as a bulky gorilla in comparison to how I....." I blink and shake my head bitterly. That unmistakeable guilt treading harshly within my chest and the confident smile faltered. "Sorry. Um... I... How have you been after all these years?" I inquire. My gaze following the plump frame of another waitress as she padded over to serve the other customer, her own gaze fleeting from me in disdain. Their voices droning endlessly as though background noise, an eery ringing that refused to cease. Perhaps it would be best if I retired to my mother's house for awhile. Just until I settle back in.

Though I remained seated, looking intently to the familiar face I had referred to in my moments of doubt throughout the past years. The tarnished photo bearing achingly into my thigh, folded neatly amidst what little money I had on my person. Of course I kept that to myself, I didn't quite deserve any pity from her. If anything, I simply yearned to make her happy, swipe away the pained emotions that flickered blatantly over her innocent features.

Summer Dream · Mar 6th 2016

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[IC:Unbelievable... I looked into the face that now was in fact the young man that Stoll me heart in high school. The young man that still pledged my thoughts. The young man that I still felt my heart long for on the days that I was lonely.

His comment on my voice made me blush lightly. He was the only one that truly knew my hidden talent, and the only one I would see in front of. Well, besides Jason. I gave a small smile, and shook my head as I dropped my gaze for a moment. "No, I wasn't able to take that step," I said as I tried to sound light through my shock.

I was surprised, really, that he remembered that. Though it was more of a joke or an unknown dream, we would imagine I made it big with my voice. Now those things seem more and more like the far dreams of those high school sweethearts.

Seeing the other customer come in, I was ready to have to leave the conversation for a few moments, but I also noticed my coworker step in to take this one. I shot her a small smile, knowing that she wasn't always happy to take my position. This must be one of those unhappy moments, judging by the unpleasant look on her face.

Returning my gaze back to Cassian, I gave a small shrug towards his question. "I've been as best as could be expected I guess," I said softly. Afraid that might stir up hard memories, I quickly moved on. "I mean, I was forced to quickly find a job so I could get some money in and I currently still live at home with my mother." I withheld the fact that I had given birth the a beautiful son for the time being.

I motioned towards him. "What about you? It seems you were well taken care of by the looks of how you filled out." I glanced over to see the other customer had been served and seemed to be content. Thank God.

"And would you like anything?" I asked, motioning behind me. I had just noticed I hadn't offered to serve him as we talked. How easily it seems that he can set me off my normal routines so easily without any intention. Maybe some things hadn't changed over the years.

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Brylee · Mar 6th 2016

"They did do their best but it's been difficult." I replied before gathering a pitiful little scrap of a menu that the counter provided. My gaze dragging over the tiny selection until I decided upon the special that day, relaying it to Brooklyn. "The only reason I managed to get out was because I had been injured. From what my mother told me, they had pronounced me dead by accident for quite a few months." I state calmly as I brush the simple commodity of it all away as though it were as simple as walking. I had come to accept it all by now, managed to console the mental wounds that still throbbed.

Though her hesitant smile managed to tuck all of that pain away. I returned hers with one of my own, a lopsided grin that spoke of mischief and playful thoughts, one that I had always possessed. The tense line of my broad shoulders soothing. God. I've missed her.

I found myself toying with the hem of my clothing absentmindedly, a habit I had picked up after a few years. The simple white shirt hugging my frame as it exposed the intricate muscles I had obtained through my hardships. My trousers a simple pair of worn jeans that flayed and gaped, I would have worn something more formal though, in this town, it only screamed for attention. Just as the new library and I had honestly had enough staring for today.

"You should smile more often, Brooke." I tease softly as I noticed her incessant inspection of the other customer. An almost indiscernible frown adorning her plush lips with each glimpse. I was almost positive she hadn't noticed just how easily her emotions played upon her features... Not even five years later. Though I wasn't complaining, I had always cherished that aspect of her though she did seem a little more guarded than before. But what did I expect?

I reclined stiffly upon the bar stool before settling back down, now taking the time to truly observe the rest of the establishment. From the outdated photographs adorning the walls to the cozy furniture adorning one corner. Imbalanced yet... Comfortable.

A weathered pile of newspapers adorned the sleek serving counter as I gathered it quietly. Chilling gaze drifting over the articles in mute curiosity until I took notice of the date. My playful smile only blooming as I shook my head and returned it once more amidst the rest. Smoothing down it's folds in silence as my gaze trailed after the other waitress quietly until she dispersed behind the counter and just out of my line of sight.

Summer Dream · Mar 6th 2016

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[IC: I furrowed my eyebrows at the news that relayed about being proclaimed dead. His calm attitude, simple displacement, all of it brushed it off as if it was no big deal at all. I shook my head. "You brush it off so easily," I said as I took out the pad of paper from my apron pocket. "I would not be able to move on from that easily."

I nodded towards him as I quickly sketched down his order, relaying in my mind the special of the day. Before I turned to grab his order, I heard how he said I should smile more often. Because of recent struggles, I often forget to smile, and I know that Jason sees it. As much as I wish that I could smile more for him, worry clouds out the joy that once danced in me.

I simply returned his compliment with a nod and once again gave a small smile. Quickly I turned to gather his order as the other waitress made her way out of sight. I knew I would have to repay her one day. She often kept tabs on me, though I know she meant well.

I worked quickly, using the tricks and quick motions I had come to obtain over the years. I held a plate in one hand as I worked with the food and a drink in the other. I kept things balanced as I moved, keeping time and making sure he didn't wait too long to be served.

Coming back to his position, I gently set the plate and drink down, absentmindedly wiping my hands on the sides of my apron. "There you are," I said, trying to adjust my voice to a cheerful tone. "I hope you enjoy." I took out the pad of paper and quickly tore away the sheet, ready for whatever may be the next order to come in.

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Brylee · Mar 7th 2016

I lifted my gaze as she returned with my plate, her other arm adorned in a slick glass that obtained thin beads of liquid upon it's surface. The cheerful tone had been unexpected to say the least. Though the smile was appreciated, therefore I left it be. Any other time I might have chided the faux tone she possessed. The mundane thought of it all only caused me to smile more.

"I have learned to be much more forgiving. "I murmured softly as I gathered the cup and lifted it to my lips. Gaze drifting bleakly from her as I watched the older man receive his own food. The plush crown of his Snow White hair tainted by a balding scalp and constant stress.

Would that be me one day? Worried with age and occasionally serving myself to a lunch at the secluded cafe all by my lonesome. With that thought in mind, I gathered my silverware and shifted in my seat so as to patiently await Brooklyn until she had settled down herself. My gaze drifting over the sardonic amount applied to my plate as I realized just how famished I truly was. "Thanks for this." I stated gratefully before beginning to eat.

My focus soon tarnished as a sudden thought occurred to me. I leaned into the counter lightly, husky tone dripping to a soft whisper. "How long has that little boy been sitting there? Did his mother simply desert him?" I inquire with a blatant frown. My eyebrows furrowing in worry as I reclined and returned to my meal in a disheartened manner.

Summer Dream · Mar 7th 2016

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[IC: I nodded towards him at his thanks, grabbing some of the plates behind me. They needed to be wiped down so why not work on them as I wait? The old man had been served and now so has Cassian. I picked up a rag and ran it over the white surface of the plate until I saw Cassian shift forwards.

Hearing his low voice ask about the boy, my heart seemed to skip a beat. I looked over, following his gaze, and noticed that it was in fact on Jason. I knew he had a right to know, a right to hear that he has a son, but not here. No now.

I looked back at him and shook my head. "No, his mother is here," I said, carefully watching my words. "He often comes here with her and he likes to sit and color in that booth." She bit her lip slightly, a habit she acquired when she was thinking of what to say.

"Look, there is something I need to tell you," I said as I dropped my voice a bit. No one else needed to here this that was meant to be between me and another person. "But, I can't say it here."

I needed to have some time to sit down with him, to say what needed to be said all those years ago. The thought made my gut wrench. The last thing I wanted was someone to come into Jason's life, only to be passing through. I just hoped I was wrong.

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Summer Dream · Mar 10th 2016

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Brylee · Mar 17th 2016

(My sincere apologies! School has been quite the pain lately!)

I blinked before nodding gently, compliantly drawing to my feet as though pulled by a thread."I think it would be great to be caught up after all of these years, whether in drama or simply silly tendencies. " I stated with a warm smile. Bright gaze drifting to the boy once more in mild satisfaction now that I knew of the truth. So he hadn't been abandoned, that was a relief.

I gathered my jacket quietly upon my arm and gazed to the young woman in silence, patience dancing upon my features.

Summer Dream · Mar 17th 2016

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[IC: I smiled with relief that he seemed to be so understanding. It made things easy for me to see that the young man I had once loved wasn't all that changed over the years. As I watched him rise, I tilted my head gently. "So when might be a good time for you to meet up?"

I wasn't sure what his plans were, if he had any, and figured it would be wise to ask before setting a date immediately. Honestly, I thought the sooner we could get together, the better. I had no doubt that the knowledge of his return and the still hidden news would weigh heavily on my mind until we met up once more.

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Summer Dream · Apr 4th 2016

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Brylee · Apr 22nd 2016

"When do you leave work each day? Perhaps I could swing by later and pick you up," I offered with a lopsided smile that spoke of more than what was displayed. It truly was a relief seeing those delicate set features after all of these years. Not just the sight of her, no. I was content with the bundle of warm memories that seized me with each meager glimpse of her, of the rewarding stutter of my heart rate when she returned to me, looked upon me as she was now. Though I could not help but notice the nervous tint adorning those lovely eyes of hers, sparkling dully with an inner turmoil that I played no part in... Or so I thought. Tremulous gaze faltering upon her as I leaned casually into the countertop, taking care not to sodden the sleek surface she had worked so hard to maintain.

The broad expanse of my chest straining against the thin fabric of my shirt though I remained oblivious to the impact. My attention shifting from the girl to her companion in silent contemplation. Patiently waiting for her reply as to hours.

Summer Dream · Apr 22nd 2016

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[IC: I smiled lightly as I tried to keep my gaze from his chest. Anyone could easily see why one would fall for him, having the build and frame that he did. It was part of the reason I did fall, but not the only reason. I kept my gaze with his, and then soon glanced towards the clock.

"On weekday, like this, I'm off at 6 o'clock," I answered, returning my gaze to his. "On weekends it's 4." I folded my hands in front of me. "And you picking me up would be nice, but..." I bit my lip slightly, thinking of Jaxon. I knew he would immediately ask questions upon arrival. "But I just dont want to be an inconvience," I said softly.

If push came to shove, I could alwasy call my mother to pick him up. That would save some immediate questioning for sure. I just hope she is able to, though I dont believe she worked today.

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Brylee · Apr 27th 2016

The disbelief must have lit my features at her statement as I had expected for I heard her coworker softly chuckling as she passed. "Inconvenience?" I echoed in exasperation as a warm fit of laughter erupting from my tempting lips. Propping myself carefully upon the countertop as I searched her features for some manner of amusement though she seemed somber. Panicked almost at the offer I had displayed to her.

Though I hadn't the slightest as to her reasoning. Perhaps she had other plans, another lover perhaps? I shouldn't have expected her to wait for me this long yet even then.... A selfish purge of dissapointment seized my chest. Hesitant gaze faltering over her delicate set of hands in search of a telltale ring yet stumbled across nothing more than the nervous flutter of her hand's posture. "Not at all. If anything, it would be an honor to take you out and catch up." I stated obliviously as the lighthearted smile returned, tinged in relief.

"I will pick you up..." I paused and sifted through my pocket to recieve my phone before pursuing the fragment. "In an hour. Dont worry about dressing up, you are breathe taking as it is. I don't think I could handle it just yet," I teased gently and contemplated gathering those tender hands in my own. Only to falter and carry towards the door.

Summer Dream · May 7th 2016

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[IC: I smiled lightly as I heard him laugh, having missed that laugh over the years. It was warm and welcoming, deep and almost contagious. It melted a bit of my nervousness, though I still was hanging on for his response.

A deep blush filled my cheeks as he called me breathe taking. I looked down at the counter, a sheepish smile taking hold on my lips. It had been a while since I heard someone flirt with me in a way that made me sheepish. Though my mind was racing as I tried to think if my mother was off to come and pick up Jax.

As he left, I pulled out my phone, walking over to the corner. I listened to the ring as I hoped for my mother to pick up. I listened and finally heard her voice.

"Hello?"

"Mom," I said quickly. "Is it possible that you can come by and pick up Jax?"

There was a pause and I practically held my breathe. "Yeah, that should be fine. Is everything alright?" I then took the time to give a brief summary of what had happened. She understood and said she would be by in a few minutes, since we didnt live far from the cafe. I smiled and thanked her, hanging up and returning to work.

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Brylee · May 7th 2016

(Timeskip to when he picks her up?)

I looked longingly to the bleak red light, willing it to shift impatiently as my gaze faltered over the time upon the dash board. Five minutes to get there... I thought to myself before looking quietly to a bundle of uniquely colored roses adorning the passenger seat. Fingertips drumming silently along the wheel rim until I had satisfied my impatience with some music. Reclining comfortably despite the light having shifted to a brilliant hue of green that I gladly welcomed. Immediately urging the vehicle to life until I managed to ease the car into the diner parking lot. The nervous pulsing of my heart engulfing the senses.

My firm hands encompassing the plentiful bundle in my grasp, I eased open the front entrance and peered inside wearily. A new younger waitress taking the other's place behind the counter as she immediately perked up at the sight of me. Her bright blue gaze fluttering over my display as though a mouth to a flame. "Hello sir. Are you hear to... Um... Order? I can show you the specials." She purred with an innocent giggle that tumbled from her pink lips. My gaze faltered from the entryway just beyond the counter before resting upon her.

"No. Have you seen Brook? I came to pick her up." I stated in an effort to soil her efforts as swiftly as they were comprised. Looking quietly over her shoulder before smoothing down the ebony jacket adorning my frame. I had changed, yes. Though I kept to what I had expected of her, casual and therefore I kept to my word. Save for the roses...

The sleek blonde only pouted before trudging reluctantly to the back. Her bitter murmurs gathering my attention though I couldn't seem to decipher what she had said.

Summer Dream · May 7th 2016

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[IC: The time, for me, had passed quickly as customers came and went. My mother had been able to get here quickly and, honestly, Jax seemed happy to leave. I Knew he didnt like just sitting around at the diner. I knew that and had no doubt he was having fun with his grandma.

As I stood in the back room, I ran a hand through my hair. My shift had ended and I let my hair fall, having hung my apron up. Now I stood in my slim outfit with my hair cascading over my shoulders. I wondered if he was here yet, my heart skipping a beat with nervousness.

I couldn't help but think of what he may do when the news of Jax is revealed. Will he be mad? Excited? Not believe me? Believe me? Will he walk out? Will he want to know Jax? So many questions, no answers, and as time went by she became more nervous. She just hoped everything worked out. Thats when she heard someone coming and figured it was her coworker.

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Brylee · May 7th 2016

The preppy young blonde tucked her head inside the door with a reluctant smile before chiming the news reluctantly. "Some hottie just showed up asking for you. Wouldn't even spare me a glance! "She exclaimed as she pouted and chewed thoroughly upon her gum before dispersing once more from the door. No doubt was she returning to the front, either to gawk at lover boy or strike up a conversation.

My hesitant gaze swept over the door though a bitter disappointment seized my chest as I caught a glimpse of the blonde once more. "Did she leave?" I inquired softly after a sparse moment, as though counting up the seconds in uncertainty.

"Nope. Still back there prepping. I would be glad to assist you, sir." She purred as she reached out. I only recoiled and chuckled lightly, holding my hands up in mock defeat though I took care not to damage the roses. "Sorry, madam. She already has my heart in a steel vice, no exceptions." I teased yet my face grew solemn with worry. Running a practiced hand through my crown of hair in absentminded habit.