not a worry in the world ( Sammeh! )

[Phantom]

kyle joe currington

Coffee really didn't cut it for this guy. To him, coffee was the most vile tasting thing in the entire universe. Don't even get him started on tea, that was much worse. A sigh escaped him as he sat as he sat at the table looking out the window. He watched as a couple of young women walked by, there sure were alot of strange looking women that lived in the smalltown. He shook his head and turned from the window, he thought it was a bit better when he lived in Texas, but he soon lost interest there too. He came here to stay with his younger cousin, though he was pretty sure that he had gotten fed up with his happy-go-lucky personality. But Kyle couldn't help it, he was just a strange person like that. Right?[/color]

It was strange for a person of his age to get bored, but hell he was bored! Any other time he would be talking nonstop but his horrid Australian accent kept creeping back up on him so he had been remaining silent for the last few days but his nice personality still shone in his eyes. He needed some excitement like for a dog to fall out of the sky or something. Okay maybe something a bit more realistic than that. A meteor. Now that was realistic[/color]



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Word Count: 259
Notes: Sorry its so short and crappy xD

[Sammi]

Wesley Samantha Craven

She didn't know why she came into this lousy place. Well it wasn't really lousy, she just hated coffee. Maybe she just wanted to learn everything around her. After all she did just move here and she needed to learn the area. Letting her eyes wander around, Wesley saw one guy alone. She didn't really pay all that much of a attention as she stood in line. She wasn't sure what she was going to get, but she would get something just so she didn't look like she was just sitting there for no reason, which indeed that was the case. Once it was Wesley's turn in line, she looked at the lady.

"Do you have anything with out coffee in it and is not tea?"

she asked, her British accent coming out strongly, but in a soft manner. She had just moved out recently from Eli, England and her accent was very strong still. She smiled slightly, nodding to what the cashier suggested.

"That please,"

she siad before paying her. Wesley sighed light going to wait by the area where they handed it to them. Wesley stood there for a while before getting what she had paid for.

"Thank you,"

she told them before going to sit down in the only open seat behind the man sitting alone.

She payed no attention to him as she stared out the window. It was a beautiful day and she fingured she'd go ride her horse after this. Of course she still had to find job. She wasn't sure how she was paying for her horse being boarded at a ranch or her morage that was due that month. Wesley sighed, turning her eyes to the drink in her hands.

[Phantom]

He looked up again as he saw another young woman walk by, it seemed like she was younger than the other people he had been looking at, much younger than himself. He looked back at the table, he shouldn't talk to young women like that. How boring He thought to himself as he looked back out of the window.[/color]

He watched as a group of people passed by but he wasn't really interested in what was going on outside. He looked around the little coffee shop after a few more moments of looking around he yawned, showing off his boredom even more. He took out his cellphone scrolled through the different things were on the phone but that didn't really help cure his boredom either. "Oh darn" He said simply as he left his phone alone.[/color]

Soon enough he turned around and looked at the girl sitting down. He should've know better, but he had a tendecy to talk to strangers, apparently his parents didn't inform him about stranger danger, which probably caused him to become so friendly like he is now but he certaintly wasn't dangerous, it wasn't possible for him to be dangerous. "Hello there miss" He said simply.[/color]

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Word Count: 237!

[Sammi]

Being 19, she was pretty young, but she knew how to get around and do things on her own. She had hardly seen the world yet and it was hard being on her own when her family was in Eli, England. It was hard having to pay the rent and learning how to manage her schedule. Wesley really needed to get a job for herself right now, but she hadn't seen anyone that were in need of help.

Wesley sighed looking out the window. She was feeling a little homesick. She had never been farther than London and now she was here, so far away from her little home. Wesley silently took a sip of her drink, lost in thought. She wondered what her two older brothers were doing at this moment. She couldn't wait to see them again. She had remembered Dane telling her he would move out here with her so she wasn't alone. he just had some work to do before he came out. Lucas also said he would come when he was able to be transferred from his college.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the man that she had seen sitting alone. He was in the booth in front of her. She let her green eyes look over at him.

"Hello,"

she answerd her british accent flowing nicely.

[Phantom]

He was content that the young woman had actually spoke to him in reply. She's actually talking to me! He thought excitely. He was acting like an excited little kid at Christmas, but he calmed himself down after a few quick seconds. He almost fell over when he saw her green eyes. Green! My eyes are green too! Then he realized that her accent sounded British. His accent was Australian, worlds apart weren't they? He got over his sulking and looked to her again "My name is Kyle, may I ask yours?" He asked politely but inside he felt like a spring colt who had just seen his first pasture.[/color]

He needed to calm down but he just couldn't. It had been a long time since he had met anyone in this town, let alone a female to be more specific. The only female he knew in this town was his mare, and she, well she wasn't the nicest thing to be around. Mares, couldn't live with em', didn't really choose to live with them either. Soon enough he flashed a smile to the young woman, proving that he was a nice person not a creep because by now he thought that was what she was thinking right about now. I think she may have fallen from heaven He thought to himself


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Word Count!:253
Notes!: Yeah, he's a bit wierd xD

[Sammi]

Her eyes watched him silently. He wasn't from here. He was from a different place. She tried to think of what his accent reminded her of. She kept going through all the countries. Australian! It was Australian! He too was from somewhere very very far away from here. She smiled at the boy, standing and walking towards his table.

"My name is Wesley. Do you mind if I sit with you?"

Wesley asked looking at Kyle with a soft smile, her accent thick. She took a sip from her drink looking at him still. She stood there, hoping he would allow a stranger to sit with him. Wesley would like to get to know him more and it would be better than just sitting there alone, playing with her dark brown hair and staring into space.

[Phantom]

Wesley, what a nice name He thought. When he heard her next words he felt like a dog who just found a shiny new bone. He was too nice to say no, so why should he say no? He had no reason to say no, he couldn't say no or rather he would not. "Of course you can sit down with me. I don't bite" He said kindly. He wasn't going to scare her away, or was that even possible for him to do? He thought back to her British accent "Pardon my asking, but you're not from around here are you?" He asked curiously[/color]

[Sammi]

She had been afraid he would tell her no. But thankfully he had not. He told her she could sit with him. She smiled slightly, sitting across form him. She was glad that he was kind and not some rude stranger. She was new around and she needed some good friends. No girls though. Girls tended to dislike her and she wasn't sure why. She wasn't like any normal girls though. Wesley much much different from the regular girls he would see on the street.

"Thank you."

Wesley let her eyes wander around before letting them rest on him once again. She listened to him silently. Indeed she wasn't from around here. She wasn't sure why she was here. She had come because of college, now she didn't have enough for a college.

"No, I am not. I'm actually from England."

[Phantom]

He watched as she sat down "No problem" He said simply. There was no harm in allowing someone to sit with you, no harm done at all. He listened as she said that she wasn't around here, she was from England. He had never met an English person before, and that was a bit interesting. "I was born in Australia" He spoke soon after. He had moved from Australia to live in Texas with his other family many years ago then he found himself living here now. What a small world it was. "What brings you here?" He asked soon after[/color]

[Sammi]

"Australia, I thought that was the accent I heard. It's nice to hear some one has a accent like mine."

Wesley looked at him with a slight smile, playing with a strand of hair nervously. She always got nervous around new people, but that was perfectly understandable. She never meant to get nervous. It was just she was in a new surrounding normally and felt uncomfortable. That would change though as she got used to where she was.

"Well I moved out here for college. Turns out I don't have enough money to attend though so I'm hoping to find a job. Now for the reason I am in here is because...well I really don't know why. I hate coffee and I hate the smell. I just kinda came in."

[Phantom]

He smiled once more as she spoke "I feel the same. Nice to know I'm not the only one with an accent"He spoke calmly. Sometimes his accent faded away but other times his words were laced with it, and it was clear that he wasn't from around these parts. At other times, his accent wasn't in his words, so that he sounded normal and many people didn't believe him then that he was Australian.[/color]

He listened again as she started speaking again "You poor thing. I should warn you know that the coffee here is quite repulsive, well to me anyway. What college were you trying to go to?"He asked after she had finished speaking. He himself had went to college overseas, but he really wasn't out to get a job. His job was riding bulls and such but now he had started to get a bit lazy[/color]

[Sammi]

Wesley listened to him, her gentle green eyes staying focused on him as he spoke to her. She smiled letting him know she was listening and knew what he meant. She was glad to find some one else who was like her. Green yes...I mean how many people have green eyes? Not many and not only that he had an unusual accent like herself. Hers was so strong anyone could tell she was from another country. It never faded ever.

"I agree,"

she said simply when he told her it was nice to know someone with an accent.

"Well for me, I absolutely hate coffee all together. I hate tea too, which weird considering I'm from the place that has tea for every meal and break. I hate it so much,"

Wesley agreed. She hated coffee and tea and hated when her parents made her drink it when they company. They thought it rude not to when they were in the house of others or were just served it.

"As for college, well it was the university. I'm looking for a place to stay and a place to board my stallion. So far a lot of places won't take my stallion,"

she said. No one wanted to deal with her 'rogue' horse. That's what everyone called him, but he wasn't. He was her baby and he loved her dealy. She was the only one he trusted.

[Phantom]

He automatically agreed with the next words she had said "I know how you feel. I was never the one to follow 'traditions' which is how I ended up here" He said soon after. He thought about colleges and universites as she spoke of them "Well I've been know to help anyone out when they needed help"He said in response as she mentioned her stallion. He knew that it was hard for some people to find places to keep their horses, and sometimes he felt a bit sorry for them "Why is he called a rogue horse?"He asked after a moment[/color]

[Sammi]

"My parents always got annoyed when I turned all the tea and coffee cakes and stuff away, but I told the company that I just simply did not like it. It was weird. I eventually learned my manners though,"

Wesley told him with a small smile forming on her lips. She now learned just to drink or eat what she was given. She made sure to keep it down as best as she could, but she hated it as much as possible.

"What kind of traditions do you not like?"

She watched him before looking down at her drink. All she needed at that moment was a job to help get herself a place to live and a place to keep her stallion. Ah, why was he wa rogue. There were many reasons. The main one, he was just plain mean.

"Princeston is a rescue horse. They were going to put him down, but I wanted him badly. I don't believe in rogue horses. They are all good in one way or another. If they are mean, it is because of their past not because of nature. Anyway, my stallion is mean. Terribly mean. You can't put him near any other horse unless it is a mare and he can only be touched by me."

[Phantom]

He wasn't exactly sure what traditons he didn't like. But he found it interesting that this woman didn't take a liking to the traditions back in England. He thought all of the English liked tea and such but one could always be wrong then he finally spoke again "I guess I really didn't like any of the traditions back home because I don't remember a single one of them. I was small when I moved here" And it was true. He moved to America when he was just about ten years old. It wasn't a surprise he didn't remember traditions, mainly because he didn't live with his Australian born parents anymore, he lived with his American born Aunt and Uncle

He listened carefully as Wesley spoke of her stallion. Rescue horses were always complicated. It made him think of his own mare, she was a bit crazed when he first got her, and was still a bit crazed now, but she got better every day. He never knew why the mare acted the way she did, probably because she was a mare, but one never knows. "A rescue horse huh? I used to have a rescue horse, or rather the one no one wanted. It always takes a while for them to adjust but they soon learn to live and let go of their past encounters with bad owners and bad experiences. I'm sure you stallion will get better, they always do, no matter how bad the case. I've seen the worse horses, the so called broncs, become some of the greatest horses the world has ever seen" And it was true. He had seen bucking mustangs who had the look of murder and revenge in their eyes become willing to work with humans, or rather the humans who treated them as friends and not simply as 'animals'