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As the waiter quickly walked away, seeming still nervous, Shiloh allowed herself to sit back. "What if it is like his first day on the job, and bam, two celebrities sit down, with such intricut orders." She exaggerated, remembering when she was sixteen and working in the diner for her gas money, of course it wasn't anything white tablecloth, black tie.
Ashton just shrugged, "kay, Em." He just responded, unlocking the blue car which was in front row parking, just so Jake could keep his eye on it from the room window. The drummer popped the passenger door open and held it for her to get in. The interior of Jake's car was much nicer than Ash's but it was too sporty and jockish for the sandy haired kid.
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Shiloh chuckled a little at his responses, "True, I guess I jump to conclusions." She replied looking around at the fancy people and the fancy waiters, loving this just as much as she loved a hillside picnic. Their waiter came bustling back, carefully balancing the two drinks and placing the down lightly in front of the pair as he pulled out a pad of paper, "Ready to order?" Shiloh didn't even flinch when she passed the menu back to him, "I'll just have Chef's choice."
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"She is still young, Luke." Shiloh laughed a little bit, "The mare loves what she is doing, and even if she is no longer competing you have a great horse on your hands." She added. She sipped her tea, the ice hitting the side of the glass in a series of chimes. "Bat is probably also just used to it being just you and her, Dior is still sorta a new thing."
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Shiloh thought about it for a second, "Well, um... You're kinda busy right now..." She first stated, "But I believe that you have the capability, the money rolling in, the new giant amount of property, and your great people skills are a great thing." She assured, "Maybe one day, when you settle down, big shot." She winked, taking another sip of her tea.
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"My seater act?" Shiloh asked, raising her eyebrows, with a small smile. "Connor, the lead, knows how to work a stage, that's for sure. They are going to make every second of their twenty minutes on the stage worth it." She assured. She liked having the small pop punk band, then the popular girl group, it gave variety in the music. "And the fans are excited about it, too."
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"Forty eight out of the sixty, in the U.S., and tickets are still selling." Shiloh smiled proudly. It was the reason she was rehearsing so hard, with choreography and vocal training and special effects, she wanted every fan to go home satisfied. "I'm so excited for this tour, Luke." She admitted. "Of course, I wish we would be together more often." She said, the only downside of leaving.
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"No, I'm still working on mine, thanks." She smiled politely and the woman hurried away. "And I will try and make it to your clinics." Shiloh assured, sipping her tea, "But I don't want any post-Luke-loss-depression, you hear? Don't be not answering my texts and ignoring my calls, no matter how creepy I get." She warned with a sly smile.
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"You did, but I had already gone into studio and missed it." Shiloh responded. She flipped her brunette curls back over her shoulder, and sipped her tea once more. "And I trust that, I was just joking, baby." She laughed it off a little bit. Setting her glass back on the table she leaned back in the classy chair. "How's Eli?"
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"Well, this was the only down time he's getting for a while. They are almost done with the newest facility in LA, which is going to cover almost over 300 acres, three indoor, four outdoor arenas, so much space, and a beautiful new way to conserve and use water so it won't dent the drought up there." Shiloh exclaimed, proud of Will who had expanded the empire to five facilities all over the country, offering something for everyone without it being very overwhelming. As well as Luke was proud of his sister she was proud of her cousin. She sipped her tea, "As well, as he has three horses in the final cut for the Olympic team, all fabulous movers."
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Kyle turned back around in his seat as soon as the bell had rung, and faced the board, their old, dicrepit teacher paced in front of the room, almost as if stalking her prey, which was usually Kyle. He pulled his old black notebook out of his bag with the text book that only left his backpack for class, and layed them out in front of him. He picked up his pen and clicked it open, adjusting his elbow since he was left handed. Then his phone, in his back pocket, sang out with Zoe's set notification, and he looked over at her, raising his eyebrow. But before he could turn back the old hag was hovering over him, almost to the point where he could smell her horrid breath.
"Did I hear-" She leaned closer, "A cell phone?" Her voice croaked and Kyle wanted to vomit on her old-lady shoes. The menacing math teacher tapped her foot and held out a bony hand, for his phone to be turned in.
"N-" The boy was ready to deny but he was afraid she would put a curse on him. He shifted in his seat a bit, and pulled his new iphone out of his pocket, placing it in the woman's hand, and leaning back with a sigh, as she marched away and set it on her desk. Kyle set his jaw, glancing at Zoe, concerned about why she would text him when she was barely three seats away.
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"He has the other three spread out. One in Kentucky, a little outside the capital." She thought for a second, "Oh, and one in south Texas, and then Colorado. He also manages all of them, receiving help from secretarys in each place. He mainly trains in New York and soon he will move all the future Olympians to the California barn, and that is where he will do the most of his training. But he still works with customer horses, and sometimes teaches lessons." Shiloh gave the word vomit out, to hopefully fill in any cracks. His life was the reason Will had never been in a serious relationship since college, most girls wanted him to sell the name and settle down, but it wasn't his style.
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"I actually visit all the time, and they are glorious places, so top notch but very home-like at the same time." Shiloh answered, smiling a little. "But I don't think I will ever keep Romeo or future horses with him, mainly because I will soon have a lovely set up on my own property." She seemed excited about her plan for a four stall barn with a tack room, a small paddock and a round pen. So that she could leisure ride or do small fun jumps, and have her horse close.
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"Well, I've already had a couple different contractors out, to look at the land, and punch some numbers. It looks like they will start surveying, in a couple days actually. The estimated finished time on the barn, pen, and fencing, looks like right after the U.S. tour ends." Shiloh explained, slightly embarrassed that she had forgotten to tell him. She brushed a brunette wave from her eyes, and sipped her tea another time. Then she saw the bustling of a different waiter bringing their food, placing the plates gently in front of them.
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Shiloh daintily picked up her utensils and began to cut as well, deciding to answer his question before she actually took a bite, even if her mouth was watering. "Well, I prefer to have him close, for one. For two, they are way to proud there, my boarding fees are almost seven hundred a month, and his pasture use is almost another hundred. Those aren't even the rates, I think they just want to charge me more. And some of the staff there, is horrendous, starting with Melissa." She spoke of the woman who had shamelessly hit on Luke when they had visited. "I had to call them and assign the only groom I like there, to take care of Romeo, the only guy who seems to know what he's doing, and he's like, 23." She finally took a bite, letting the delicacy calm her, after she had gotten worked up.
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"Now, Lucas, I don't need you defending that skank." Shiloh shot back, taking another bite, and shooting a glare away from him. She sat back, taking a drink when he spoke again. "He's really nice, and Romeo adores him." The brunette agreed with a small smile, remembering when she had seen the hand and the young groom playing tag in the pasture. "I will have a couple months as well before we go to Asia then Europe, then South America."
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The celebrity ignored the sly reply about the horrid woman. "I think I come home for about a week and a half." Shiloh shrugged, figuring that all she would be doing in that week and a half would be snuggling her cat and riding her horse, then of course, sleeping like a rock. She bit her crimson colored lip as she leaned forward to set her drink back on the circular table and take another bite of her steak.
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Kyle focused on his work, ignoring the cell phone sitting feet away from him on their crabby teacher's desk, as he jotted down the notes that she traced out with squeaking chalk on the blackboard. He ran his fingers through his dark brown hair, tossing it before finding relief in his knowledge of their topic. He was ready for the question that the math teacher was almost always firing at him when the girl who sat next to him dropped a torn scrap onto the desk surface. When the athlete looked up at the small blonde girl next to him she simply gestured a Zoe, before turning back to her wildly unorganized notes.
It took him a mere second to glance over the scratched handwriting and he felt his heart immediately skip a beat and start racing, like when he sprinted a mile, on steroids. Plenty of questions took his mind. What did her friends say? Is she still mad? What if he hurt her more than just the wrist? Was she cheating? Could she be pregnant!? When the shots reached ubsurdity, he finally glnaced back into Zoe's blue eyes and simply mouthed the word Okay. He pretended to be uninterested and went back to his math work.
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"It's exciting for you, though." Shiloh tossed her hair, and crossed her legs under the table. She looked out into the open sky, each star appearing faster and faster with a twinkle. The fairy lights and their candle, as well as the bright beautiful moon, cast a smooth glow over the deck. The jazz band played a slow song that flowed into the night time breeze and spread a romantic setting to the city. The groups that had been sitting across the floor had gotten up and started dancing, an older couple held each other tight and a middle aged pair with their young children watching them drift, smiled and the woman laughed at something that her partner said.
