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Post by Gavin/Sid/Holden on Sept 10, 2007 21:57:43 GMT -5
It took a few minutes to reach Holden's house, surprisingly not much longer than it took the dog to drag him to the park in the first place. Apparently Joey could drag almost as fast as Peyton drove. The dog meanwhile, who had been so tired in the park, had quickly mustered up enough energy to constantly try to jump from the back seat into the front passenger seat where Holden sat. Not understanding the fact that he was a large animal, he wanted to sit on Holden's lap, and when he was refused access he got his revenge by sitting as close to the front as possible and licking both Holden's ears and Peyton's ears. Holden let Joey out the moment they got there, then looked with a frown into the back seat. "...I should get the dust buster out here, he got fur all over your seat...." He said apologetically.
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Post by -->PEYTON&&GABBY<-- on Sept 10, 2007 22:11:50 GMT -5
Peyton giggled slightly, pulling up to the instructed house. She pat Joey on the head before he bolted out looking at the back. She just shrugged the dog's fur littered all over the seat, "Don't bother, this cars been through hell and back" she said with a tiny shrug. She looked up at the house, and around. Something small reminded her of where she used to live in the subabrs of Boston, but she quickly shook that out of her head and looked over to Holden with a tiny smile. She pushed her bangs out of her face. "So do I get to see your amazing basketball skills or do I have to wait?" she teased, turining ogg the igniton to the old car.
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Post by Gavin/Sid/Holden on Sept 10, 2007 22:18:20 GMT -5
Holden laughed at the mention of his 'skills'. "Well if you want I can show you my kick ass skillz." He commented. "But I mean, I should probably warn you, they are so kick ass and ahead of their time that many people would probably consider them bad rather than good." He spoke seriously, as if his suckyness really was just an amazing, futuristic set of skills. There was a hoop above the garage, and he picked up a ball that lay on the lawn. "Okay, last chance. Sure you want to see? It might be better if you wait until tryouts. That way the anticipation will build and you'll be way more amazed when you finally see."
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Post by -->PEYTON&&GABBY<-- on Sept 10, 2007 22:28:59 GMT -5
Peyton gave a tiny laugh, getting out of her car and following the boy up the driveway. "Yeah, I wanna see now," she told him, "you know what? Just as some added incentive for you to do amazingly since apparently you suck so bad," she paused "if you make the team, and all you have to do is make it I'll... " she thought for a moment. Judging from what he was saying maybe he was bad, so maybe she'd say she'd do something drastic. "I'll become a cheerleader" she said, a tiny smirk on her face. She was beginning to hope he was bad.
ooc;;;
Heh, spur of the moment type thing
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Post by Gavin/Sid/Holden on Sept 10, 2007 22:34:45 GMT -5
He looked at her, a small smirk on his face for a few seconds, before speaking. "You're on. And just for that, I'm gonna cheat at tryouts." He stuck his tongue out at her, then started dribbling. This was difficult for him, as he couldn't dribble and look up at the same time. He had to watch the ball, and as a result, couldn't really look where he was going. This was bad, because Joey was still outside. The dog raced over to him, and since Holden wasn't looking, he tripped over the big furry body in front of him. "Well shit." He mumbled from his place face first on the pavement. He sat up and felt his face. His nose wasn't broken luckily, but he had managed to split open his bottom lip. The dog started licking his bleeding lip, apologetic like only a dog can really be, his tail wagging and his head lowered, whimpering. After a moment, Holden looked up at Peyton. "How much do I rock at basketball, huh?"
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Post by -->PEYTON&&GABBY<-- on Sept 10, 2007 22:45:58 GMT -5
Peyton laughed slightly, wondering how someone would be able to cheat at try outs. She watched him, giving a small laugh, he was better than she was but that was coming from someone who had never touched a ball before. "I guess I'm not becoming a cheerleader then," she teased, "but no, I'd really do it if you got on the team" she re assured him. She watched him try to dribble, laughing some more. She was also able to watch him go down, making a small face. She rushed over and knealt next to him, "Yeah, your skills are pretty amazing," she said turning his face to see the gash in his lip, she knew enough about injuries from nursing her own injuries she had recieved from being an idiot, to know he needed that cleaned up. "But I think we should probably get that to stop bleeding or something before you show off some more," she said, a tiny grin on her face.
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Post by Gavin/Sid/Holden on Sept 10, 2007 22:49:51 GMT -5
"Oh don't worry, it's plenty clean. That dude that decided to live with wolves said he stopped going to the hospital for stitches and just let his wolves lick his wounds. If it worked for him, I don't see why my dog can't be my doctor." Holden gave a slight laugh to show he was mostly kidding. It was true of course that dog saliva was pretty good for cuts, but he wasn't going to just let the thing bleed like that. He got to his feet. "I'll put pressure on it with some paper towels or something." He said. "You think that would be good enough?"
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Post by -->PEYTON&&GABBY<-- on Sept 10, 2007 22:56:35 GMT -5
Peyton took another look at it, "Yeah, maybe" she said. She looked back at Holden, a faint smile on her lips. She started to joke around with him "No, it won't be okay, you'll have this huge ugly scar on your lip forever and no one will ever want to look at that pretty little face ever again" she teased fairly obviously. She remembered falling off the monkeybars in kindergarten and splitting her lip open, it was swolen for about a day then gone.
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Post by Gavin/Sid/Holden on Sept 14, 2007 20:44:39 GMT -5
Holden made a face, pretending to be highly offended by her comment, then cracked up. "Well, on the bright side, you just said I was pretty. A cleverly disguised compliment I should think." He grinned slightly, then winced because smiling hurt his lip. "Come on in. You can have a drink or something while I wash out the gravel that I'm pretty sure is in my lip." He led her through the front door of the house and into the kitchen, motioning toward the fridge. "Help yourself." He offered, before heading to the sink and dunking himself under the stream of water, washing his bloody lip and frequently spitting out the bloody water that got in his mouth.
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Post by -->PEYTON&&GABBY<-- on Sept 14, 2007 21:06:13 GMT -5
She gave a tiny smirk, then a laugh, "Yeah I try to disguise my compliments, I see it just won't work on you though" she said walking behind him inside. She really didn't know she had slipped something in there, she wasn't really thinking. She completely disregarded his offer for a drink standing next to him and taking one of the paper towels running it under water. She took her index finger and turned his face to her, dabbing off some of the blood. "Yeah, you're gonna have a lovely little bruise or something there for a few days," she told him, trying to keep her laugh down.
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Post by Gavin/Sid/Holden on Oct 2, 2007 20:56:44 GMT -5
Holden pouted, the cut in his lip making him look all the more pathetic. "You're making fun of me. Laughing. You think it's FUNNY that I hurt myself. I could be horribly scarred and maimed forever. And you laughed. I could have DIED." He gave a very overly dramatic sigh and looked down. "I guess you just hate me. You know, since you have no regard for my feelings." He was plainly joking, but he was doing a reasonably good job at it. "You know, you really hurt me deep just now. Real deep." Yes, he was going over the top with his joke, but that's how he was.
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Post by -->PEYTON&&GABBY<-- on Oct 2, 2007 21:08:53 GMT -5
Peyton just smirked at the boy; sarcasim being her first language, she could almost spot it from a mile away. "Somehow I think you'll find some way to forgive me," she told him, putting down the paper towel when the bleeding had stopped and almost all of the blood was wiped away from his lip. She gave a tiny laugh, "Yes, Holden, I just hate you so much and I get some kind of sick, cynical pleasure from seeing you in pain" she joked back, crowwing her arms. She just gave a tiny giggle and looked to the boy again.
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Post by Gavin/Sid/Holden on Oct 5, 2007 22:35:40 GMT -5
"Or maybe you don't hate me, and you just get sick pleasure from my pain because your into that kinda thing." Holden said thoughtfully. After a moment, he broke into a grin to show he was joking. "Of course if that was true you would probably have just watched me in my pain instead of helping clean me up. So I guess you don't have that particular creepy fetish at least." He paused, then looked at her with a smirk. "Still, that doesn't rule out any of the other many creepy fetishes this world has to offer. You don't have an unhealthy liking for feet do you?"
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Post by -->PEYTON&&GABBY<-- on Oct 5, 2007 22:50:21 GMT -5
Peyton just gave a laugh. She really did love when people had light and airy personalities like his, people who took themselves too seriously bored the girl; un able to keep her attention for five minutes before she moved on. She just simply shook her head, glancing from the floor back to Holden, "No I'm not a feet person, or a fetish person for that matter" she gave a tiny grimmace at the thought of fetishes, they creeped her out. She gave another tiny laugh "But I'm guessing you're one of those people into whips and stuff, am I right?" she asked, her tone had a tone making it obvious she was joking with the boy.
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Post by Gavin/Sid/Holden on Oct 5, 2007 23:00:12 GMT -5
"Oh yeah." Holden said in the most serious voice he could muster, looking at her with wide and innocent eyes. "Like, there's a secret passageway in the back of my closet. Leads to my dungeon. I have whips, chains, even some medieval torture devices. Nothing deadly of course but..." He paused, blinking, and carried on, still in the completely sober tone. "I should stop. I mean, I would offer to show you but you made it clear your not into that, and I don't want to scare you away. In fact, you can pretend I never told you about my secret dungeon." He finally broke into a grin, unable to keep the serious face going. He loved the fact that she could take what he gave and throw it back at him. He creeped a lot of girls out once they got a glimpse of his sense of humor, but she obviously didn't mind it. In fact, her sense of humor seemed quite similar to his own.
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