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Megan
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Feb 08, 2014 05:02PM
"I have a kitten and a husky puppy, both less than a year. I got them from a shelter in town," she told him, pouring the cheese on their hot dogs, then taking one and starting to eat, indicating to her popcorn, thinking she didn't need chips too, maybe that would be for later, depending on how long they were there. "Do you have any pets? Do you like animals?" she asked between bites, her feet still swinging happily, her ankles slightly crossed.
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"I love animals, but I don't exactly have any. Not enough space and not enough time at home. It's be cruel of me to adopt. Plus I've been given a no pet policy." He admitted with a sigh. "But if given the chance, I'd probably just adopt a a Golden at retriever and name him Goldie or something." Or Perhaps something else if he could manage it. A better name. He sighed shaking his head lightly as he took a bite into the cheese dog. His mouth burning hot but he found it hard to care as of the moment. Simply because of how hungry he was as a feeling of relief crossed his mind. The food tasting even better than it could have if he'd had eaten earlier that day.
"You'd probably love Rose, my little husky pup, she loves everyone," she giggled softly, finishing her first hot dog and starting on her second. She ate quite a bit normally, but you would never be able to tell because she worked out so much, so she would never gain any weight. "My coach would kill me for eating this, but it's so good," she admitted, smiling at him, cleaning up a little bit of cheese on her nose. "You're not good at naming animals are you?" she asked him, thinking she hadn't even named her pets, the shelter had, she had just kept the names.
"Would Buddy be better?" He checks with her, raising a light eyebrow to him as he chuckled. "Or King George, perhaps?" He checked with her, chewing down his cheese dog before moving onto another one he had made for himself. His stomach filling up nice and warm. "I'm probably gonna have to pay for these" he replied the moment after he swallowed. She was interesting so far. Gorgeous. It made it all the more a shame that she was deprived of so much. It's always been. The best of people got the worst if the blow. Though she was happy with the life she got, she loved what she did and that was important. But he just wished she had more.
"Buddy isn't so bad, King George is absolutely terrible though," she told him, shaking her head. "You don't have to pay for all of it, we'll split half and half. I am getting myself a drink though," she told him, going over to the fountain drink machine, thinking they would have no proof anything was missing from it, so they wouldn't have to pay for that. "Maybe once we get out of here, I can take you to my place and you can meet my babies. If Mittens comes down off the wall at all."
He laughed. "Well, in that case I'd love to meet them. Be nice to spend time with your babies" He teased her lightly, jokingly of course as he looked over and at her. Shaking his head he got himself a drink at well. "Gotta keep it even, however I do insist on paying. I mean I did have the keys" He gave her a light smirk at he watched her a small bit, taking a sip of his coke as he. A small smile on his face before he walked around and over. Turning on a music station. "Helps relax the mood" He chuckled lightly
Kenzie smiled, shaking her head at his teasing, giggling softly. "Fine, you can pay, I'll count it as paying me back for that amazing skating lesson," she teased back, shaking her head, sipping at her orange soda, hoping back up on the counter. She smiled as he turned on the music, hoping it was a decent station. She didn't listen to the radio much, just pandora and spotify. "I love music, what is your favorite kind?" she asked him, knowing music could tell a lot about a person.
He chuckled. "Oh really? Me paying you to watch me fall and get bruised up? Seems ligit" He laughed shaking his head lightly rolling his eyes with a grin. "And I've never been all that picky but I've taken a liking to alternative. The only kind I can't stand is Opera. Other than that, on my phone I have at least one of every musical genre" He admitted, nodding his head real slow and smiling at her, acting as if that was cool before he laughed. "Not that I'm proud of this fact or anything."
"You had a hang of it at the end, and you only fell once because of my amazing teaching. When you first stepped on the ice, that doesn't count, because I didn't even get a chance to teach," she teased, laughing right with him, almost choking on her soda in the process. She smiled at his music. "I like alternative, though I like the slower stuff typically, the ones that hover between country and pop, but will never be either. I also like show tunes and classical music, as pathetic as that sounds." She didn't mind his music choices at all, she was pretty much the same way. It was just if she heard a song and liked it, it didn't matter the genre or the artist.
((I've been out all day at Universal Studios, and I've now got a chocolate frog. :33))Luke nodded his head. "Seems nice, I tend to like...Music that has a hard edge to it, that leave impressions, that and anything on the piano." He admitted with a chuckle. "Last time I even attempted skating I ended up breaking my arm and was covered in bruises." He stated. "Regardless on how good your lessons are, I paid for them now didn't i?" He teased her lightly, leaning against the counter and taking in a deep breath.
((I hate you. I have a wand though.))"I like things that have a meaning, that make you think. It doesn't matter what the music is like, though I tend to like things with a good beat. They're better for working out to," she said, smiling. "Yes, you have paid, and maybe I can give you another lesson next week. If you have time for it. "How did you manage to break your arm ice skating?" she asked him, confusion in her eyes. She looked at the sink behind her, turning on the water and lightly splashing him, acting as if nothing had happened as she took a sip of her soda.
((I got a wand last time :33 Though I'm coming back next week))"I managed to crash into a group of people and someone trampled over my arm- it was torn up pretty bad and broken- end of my figure skating life style- first and last" he laughed. "It wasn't too bad since my mother was really nice and catered to me for a while, so all a well that ends well." He took a sip of his drinks. "However another lesson would be nice" he grinned, watching the ice for a moment and noticing the scratches along the ground they made- not too much but he'd still have to fix that. "What about you? Ever broke anything?" He asked, he figured if she had it must have been before she started skating or something. If at all, however er kind of doubted it.
((I'll be in florida next week too, though we're going to the disney parks on winter break.))"That sounds extremely painful, and scarring. Though I promise I won't do that to you," she told him, cringing at the story. She would understand not wanting to skate after that. "So you just want someone to wait on you hand and foot for awhile?" she asked with a laugh. She liked that he wanted another lesson, though it probably wouldn't last much longer than this one. "Me? Well,I've broken a few fingers and my nose. I was skating pairs and my partner tossed me up and didn't get his hands back up to catch me. I hit the ice face first. Got a concussion and broke my nose," she shrugged it off, she had been like ten at the time, it hadn't been too terribly bad, she had been unconscious until the hospital.
((It's a 3 hour drive but next weekend I might actually get something XD))"Ah, that doesn't seem to be too bad" he chuckled. "I'm used to having broken myself a lot growing up, then again I ha a habit of having nose bleeds for the longest" he shrugged.
"So you've never harmed your legs then? I consider that lucky of you" he chuckled. Shaking his head lightly. "I remember falling off of trees as a child all the time, then again it rained a lot" he chuckled. He moved around the counter and to where he left the ice buffer machine thing, and that was about as smart as he could get at this rate.
((I've got a 18+ hour drive, don't be complaining.))"I've torn up my legs pretty good a few times, but never broken or hurt myself other than that," she told him with a grin. "I've actually never climbed trees, I never saw the thrill in it. I'm actually kind of afraid of heights," she told him, looking a little embarrassed. She turned to walk with him. "You know, depending on how long we're in here, you're probably going to have to do that again before we leave, you might as well just wait," she told him with a grin. Perfect ice was a temptation she would never be able to resist.
"In that case I'll save the gas" Luke chuckled shaking his head lightly. "I'm pretty sure I'll just watch you be awesome" He admitted with a sly grin and a shrug. He was easily able to resist that, but hardly ever the snow. Unless it was a blizzard. Then he'd have a hard time going out, even if offered a million dollars. Though he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not, he should be able to push himself to do things for a cause. Maybe a person. Yea. He'd probably would do that for a person, anyone really. A total stranger if it came down to it.
Kenzie smiled, still snacking on her white cheddar popcorn. "Well, in the mean time, why don't we just talk. Ask each other questions. Me first, Do you have siblings?" she asked, settling on a bench, sitting Indian style, watching him, her feet tucked up perfectly underneath her legs. "If so, what are their names and ages?" she expanded on her question, thinking the more she knew the easier it would be. She liked his music style, and he was kind, so she was already feeling a bond toward the boy.
He took a seat on a stool, looking to her. "I've got four siblings, two older brothers and two younger ones. Oldest is Liam, he's 21 and my parents dread the idea of when he comes home most the time. Usually with a problem. Then we have Logan, who's a total nerd and is 19 and a half. Ending with me in the middle. Adopted sister Eleanor she's my age, give or take younger, and then Miracle. Who's 7 now and wasn't supposed to happen since after Logan my mother couldn't have children. Which if you paid attention, must make me adopted" Luke finished.
Kenzie was surprised at how big his family was, even though she had picked up that most of the family was adopted. "Do most of them live around her? Could I meet them?" she asked, thinking that if they were anything like Luke was, they would have to be a good group of people to hang around with. She would especially like to meet his little sister...Miracle. That was a beautiful name. She couldn't help the fact that she wanted to meet his family, to have people she could at least talk to or maybe hang out with. She loved kids too, though she rarely ever hung out with them outside of competitions, and inside them she was mostly just signing autographs.
"They live in Ireland actually" Luke admitted with a small laugh, though by then most his accent had died away and down to just a smidge unless he actually wanted it to be pronounced. "I wasn't very fond of my father either, sort of admitted I was adopted in one of the worst ways I suppose. But most my siblings are doing just fine." He chuckled. He sometimes wished they were closer, or that he really spoke to them at all. "We have a bit of a rough relationship right now."
"I guess we both have dysfunctional families," she said with a sigh. She had hoped to have some friends nearby, even if they were all siblings. She bit her lip. "It's your turn to ask me questions," she said, reaching down to pull her gym bag closer, pulling her tights away from the sore parts of her feet to rub some healing lotion into her feet, her face looking a little weird for a few moments until the cool started to spread across her skin and she relaxed again.
"Alright, so how come you don't keep contact with your brother and mother? Through E-mails or Face Book? Twitter? Instagram? Kik? Something?" He asked. "Doesn't it seem a bit...Odd that you can't talk to them at all?" It was bothering him a bit that the brother must be that detached from the rest the world or something for that to happen. The mother he could somewhat understand but the E-mail thing at least. Isn't that what mothers were supposed to do? Manage to keep contact?
"Facebook? Twitter? Why would I want to kick my family?" she asked, confused. She used her laptop almost exclusively for the online classes she was taking, She rarely used social media. He coach would wring her neck for it, and she just didn't see the point, she didn't have friends to keep in contact with. She had an email, but her father had set up an auto-delete on her address, so her family never saw them.
"I'm pretty sure you could have kept in contact with them.." He sighed shaking his head. "Easily actually, and perhaps I can help with that" He offered. "Starting with a new E-Mail, personally devoted to finding them, not that your dad would even know it, so that could help. Next we get you on social media, which can help you find other skaters like yourself and such, learn tips they have-not that you need it but being open about this stuff is a start and uh.." He sighed. "Well I'm sure your brother has some of this stuff" He shrugged.
Kenzie felt a little stupid, a deep blush coloring her fair cheeks. She felt so out of the loop. "I have a laptop, does that help?" she asked, only familiar with email, not at all with social media. Though the thought of spending more time with him was pleasant. "Luke, would you consider me a...a friend?" she asked, her eyes down as she deliberately played with a hole in the foot of her tights. She thought it would be nice to talk to other people about things, people who understood the things she did, who loved the ice as much as she did.
"So far I do. I'd love to be your friend." He grinned, grabbing for her hand and bringing her head up from her feet. "Sides, I'd be stupid not to be-But having one- And no your coach and teachers don't count- friend isn't exactly living, so how about we fix this?" He offered her with a small turn on his head. He could easily fix this, he felt a need to. Like it wasn't exactly right to just let this stand.
Kenzie smiled as he told her he would love to be her friend. No one had ever really wanted to be her friend before. "Well, how do we fix it, it's not as though I have all the time in the world to go out and get to know people. I probably wouldn't know you if it weren't for the storm. Not really at least," she told him, letting him hold onto her hand, standing with him. Where would they go though? There wasn't really any way to get out or bring people in, unless there were like secret tunnels or something.
"You communicate through messaging, like during those free moments you spend getting insulted by your dad or just thinking about life. And they should understand all of this too." He offered. "And since you kind of offered me to go to your place, well I can help you with this" He insisted to her, giving her an encouraging grin as he nudged her side lightly. He wasn't sure she understood any of this yet, but she had to start somewhere. Part of being big is actually knowing people.
Kenzie listened to him, trying to keep everything straight, though it all still kind of confused her. "So it would just be like texting?" she asked, trying to get things straight in her head. At least he would be helping, she would be so lost if it wasn't for him. She smiles as he nudged his side, poking hi between his ribs lightly with a smile. Her eyes were still confused, but once she was able to look at things and figure it out, she would be fine.
"Yea, kind of like that. Just, on the computer. Well, it's sort of like. You can do it on your phone and on the computer" He tried to explain, his hands fumbling together as he tried to come up with the best words to explain this, "Easier on a computer and you can actually meet people" He wasn't sure how to go about this, but he could probably manage with actually showing her it. He felt bad that she was deprived of this really, if she had to ask whether or not they were even friends at this rate.
Kenzie found it slightly amusing that he didn't even really know how to describe it either. "Can you like talk to them? Face to face?" she asked, thinking being able to actually see someone and talk to them would be easier for her than messaging. "My coach is probably going to hate the both of us for this," she told him with a smile. "Wait!" she jumped up onto her toes suddenly, racing into the locker room and emerging with a laptop, a decal of ice skates on the front, her name scrawled in sharpie just beneath them.
"You can, it's like. Well. Does your computer have a camera on it?" Luke asked her. Her coach shouldn't kill her for it, mostly because it'd be wrong of her I totally remove Kenzie from a social life, surely even she had to know that. "And we can sign you up with something...simple. Like..." He tried to think of a site she could start with. Tumblr? Perhaps? Or Twitter? Facebook was probably a dead cause but people still had it, such as her family. "Start with logging out of our E-Mail" He shrugged, if she got a new one that'd be the best thing to start with- that way there isn't a chance of her father blocking it. "And then create one with my phone- in case the computer is tagged" he was taking a lot of precautions but this was for the best, right?
"Yeah, this one is only like a year old," she told him, moving to find and outlet and sitting against the wall, patting the space beside her for him to join her. She quickly typed in her password, then her secondary. She left the thing lying around too much to only have one. Though if someone knew her well enough, the would know the passwords were 'olympicgold' and 'Sochi2014'. "So just log out of my email?"
"Yup. You don't need it anymore. Do you remember the important ones?" He asked her. Trying to make sure this could go pretty easily, incase she gets confused. "And try to think of something else that doesn't protein to you- or something with my name in it" he wiggled his eyebrows. "Since your dad doesn't know me" he reminded her. "But since I'm here, I'll write everything down to prepare for you forgetting it" he insisted to him lightly with a small chuckle. "And then you'll just have to talk to me" he smirked. "If you wish to do anything online- which may very well involve talking to your family"
Kenzie logged out of her email, which was mostly empty, other than the colleges that had been practically groveling at her feet to get her on their campus. She opened up a new table, trying to think of a good name. "What about downhillbaby?" she asked, thinking of the slopes, and the cutsie things most girls had in their email addresses. She looked up at him. "Or something like summertimecutie?" She was terrible at this. She had just had her name on her old one.
"Or something that doesn't make you sound like a potential hooker" Luke laughed, shaking his head lightly. "Like. WinterStorm or something" he chuckled. "Or KillerSkater11" He sighed. "Something that blends in yet doesn't sound super lame" he laughed. Trying to make out a better name for her to use. "Or a place? Known for snowing? Like MittenwaldGerm, as in for Mitttenwald" he chuckled. "If you were German or something. But you have to stay neutral" he informed her. "Other wise you love the advantage you have over your father." He informed her.
Kenzie put her head in her hands, laughing as he brought up that they really did sound like hooker names. "I like winter storm, but what about goldengirl14?" she asked, already becoming fixed on the name. She couldn't think of anything better for her. She leaned against his shoulder, so that they could both look at her screen. She knew she had to follow his directions, or else she would probably end up on some random midget pron sight, and don't ask. IT had happened before. It was very scarring.
((Oh but she loved it c; XD jk))"Goldgirl is nice, and it's safe." He grinned with a nod of his head. "Meaning we shouldn't have to worry about your father thinking of it." He insisted. "And think of a safe password too" he reminded her. "And lie about your name for the moment, go with Charlie Rush, Charlie is short for Charlotte. It's just in case" he shrugged lightly. Shaking his head lightly before chuckling. "And if you get any e-mails concerning girls with the subject being "baby what happened to us" it's spam and a virus. There's a lot of those. and next we need to worry about figuring out your mothers E-Mail. Then you can get her to reply to you with your brothers and try talking to him" he offered.
Kenzie was glad, but she handed over the computer to him, thinking it would be quicker and easier for him to do all of this than to make her struggle through it. A password? "My standard password is Sochi2014, would that work?" she asked, thinking she could trust him with her password. At his examples of spam, she just looked confused. "I hope I wouldn't get any of those, I've never even been on a date," she said with a shrug. "I have my moms old one, but it was from over five years ago, I don't know if it would even work," she bit her lip, slight hope starting to struggle it's way into her eyes, as though she wanted so badly to hope, but years of being shunned and turned away had dashed her hope.
"Ever thought your dad could have banned your email? And perhaps that's why your mother hasn't done anything? Most people don't change their emails" he reminded her. "Perhaps for her job there's contact unformation and you can send one with the subject of hey mom, it's Kenzie. And perhaps that'll catch her attention" he sighed, staring at her and trying to think up of a better thing to do but that was all he had as he recorded her stuff down on his phone- just for safe keeping. "Any profile picture you want in particular?" He questioned her lightly as he raised his eyebrow to her, his hands typing quickly across the keyboard. He wanted to help her. Badly.
Kenzie shrugged, thinking she had thought it a million times, but she also thought that if her mom really wanted to talk to her, she would have found a way. She didn't want to say this out loud though, she felt as though saying it made it all too real. "I don't know where she works. I honestly don't know if she even has a job. After I was born, she stayed being a stay at home mom, maybe she still is," Kenzie felt as though everything was against her. She took her computer from Luke for a moment, putting a beautiful close up of her on the ice into the profile picture, then handed it back to her.
"What's the email you remember her having?" He sighed, biting his lip. He felt bad for her, but he was sure her mother had to love her- other wise why would she even allow her daughter to stay so far away? It wasn't exactly Kenzie's choice and if it had been his family his parents wouldn't even consider it. Her family seemed a little jostled out of place when he considered it next to his, even if he didn't speak to his family now they were still always tighter than to let it all crumble into hatred- really only by one person it seems. He let out a breath of air that had been drugged out slowly.
"AmyDiRosa72@hotmail.com," she admitted, curling in a little on herself. She didn't know if she had the courage to do this. To write something to her mother. There were just too many emotions to sort through, too many things that were left unsaid. "I don't think I can do this," Kenzie whispered, standing up, starting to pace, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. She was too stuck up in her head space, a rare occurrence for her. Normally she was calm and in control, but now...
"Then I will for you" he offered her with a small smile and nod of his head. he took the computer from her, and staring by opening the place so actually write an email. He sat there, typing quickly the email and saving it, before continuing into the subject message. "Hey Mom" it read. He didn't know what to do after that however, as he turned his body around to look at her. "Any ideas..?" He asked, sighing as he looked down. Biting his lip. He didn't need to say the wrong thing, or miss out on the big stuff. He wanted her happy with him- or happy in general. But she didn't look like she could write it. Like it's break her.
"You don't hae to do that, Luke," she told him, wishing she could just get the guts up. "I just don't know what to say. I miss her so much, it's like a piece of me has been missing since my family left. I hate the choices she made so much though, she could have stayed with me, she could have just taken me with them. I wanted to skate, I didn't want to stay!" she felt tears building in her eyes and took a deep breath smothering them back. "I want more than anything to just know my family again. I hate being alone like this."
He sighed, writing down exactly what she spoke. He sighed once he finished with that, adding at the bottom. "Love, Kenzie" And sending it just like that. She spoke her heart and he caught it online. "Love, please don't cry" He sighed softly, getting up and turning to her as he grabbed her hand, like a friend would, right? He hugged her, unsure if she's even had a good hug like that in a while. "It can take a while before she's able to reply" He admitted with a soft sigh.
Kenzie barely kept herself from crying, but she managed, holding her eyes closed, taking a few deep breaths as she rested her forehead on his shoulder, then pulled carefully out of his arms. "Sorry, I just. There's a lot of things I don't understand about everything that happened," she told him, nodding, knowing it would take time, if she even did respond. "Do you think she will reply?" she asked him, still unsure of herself. "Thank you, for this. I never would have been able to do this if you hadn't been here. I never even would have even thought of it."
He sighed nodding his head lightly. "It's alright" He promised her lightly, a hand going to her cheek as he stroked it lightly trying to give some sort of comfort to her. He felt terrible that it was so hard on her. But it would make things easier if she was able to finally speak to the family he knew she missed. Plus it would be completely wrong of him to deny her the chance of speaking to her family, especially if it could possibly be so easy. "I don't know when's the next time she'll even get the chance to read it" He admitted lightly.
Kenzie covered his hand with hers, offering him a sorrowful smile, then gently pulling his hand away, her cheeks flushing lightly. "She probably wouldn't look at it for awhile," Kenzie admitted. "Do you mind if I just skate?" she asked, knowing it would get some of her nerves down and relax herself. She was too wound up, the ice would help. She gave him her ipod. "Plug this in to the sound system, since the radio is going in and out so much."
He nodded his head, jumping off the stool as he moved over, plugging the Ipod into the sound system as she had asked. Placing it on shuffle as he allowed her to skate to her own free will. "I wouldn't mind at all" He smiled to her lightly, leaning against the counter as he sat back down, his eyes caught onto her. Honestly with a song in his head, something else might be refreshing for the moment. Anything really. He wouldn't have noticed the computer if it turned off or fell over, he was actually too focused on Kenzie at the moment. She was gorgeous. Completely and utter gorgeous, and nice. Which was something he almost thought rare from pretty people, well mostly that she was detached from the world. In a skating rink.
