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Post by wes on Jan 26, 2011 5:08:05 GMT -5
“Hey, now!” Wesley protested and he pushed her hands back down. “I said this was my treat so put that away.”He threw Sawyer a wink. “For the shoe lace, remember?” Wes turned back to the patiently waiting guy. “One sticky chewy chcoloate... right?” he asked Sawyer who nodded. “With... what was it again?”
“Nutty monkey and gummi bears!”
Wesley laughed. “How could I forget the nutty monkeys,” he said. “And I’ll have the... um... chocolate marshmallow with pistachio sprinkles and a handful of M & M’s... all blue if possible. Oh, and a small plain cone with a single scoop of vanilla. No topping.” He glanced down at Canuck, adding, “Damn you...” Canuck yapped back at him, tail swinging from left to right in rapid succession in eternal optimism.
Money changed hands and Wesley handed Sawyer her cone. “Wanna sit on the beach with these? That way Canuck can get stuck in to his as well...”
Sawyer nodded and they were soon sprawled out on the sand. Wesley ate his ice cream whilst holding the smaller - and plainer - one out for his puppy. “You have to go to the same school as me so how come we haven’t met before now?” he asked in open curiosity.
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Post by Sawyer Lee James on Jan 26, 2011 8:00:20 GMT -5
Sawyer jumped at Wesley's protestations, her hand clasping around her loose change tightly so her coins don't drop. She looked up at him earnestly and grinned. "Really? Okay. But you really don't have to do that coz these trainers are old as time." She giggled before pocketing her money. After confirming with him the order, Sawyer made funny faces at Canuck, scratching him behind his ear until Wesley spoke directly to her again.
The walk down to the beach was mostly filled with her licking her ice cream and remaining unaware of the stares she was getting. Or rather the stares Wesley was getting from the girls around. Plopping quite ungracefully on to the sandy ground, Sawyer played with the ends of her ponytail as her ice cream got smaller with every lick. Wesley's question was met with a blank expression on Sawyer's face before she blinked into focus. "OH!" She giggled in abandon. What an airhead.
"Uh, I don't know. I've been in GS since freshmen year. I wish I knew everyone already but I was in Silver first so maybe that's why we didn't really speak much? Coz like, we weren't actually in the same school?" her raspy voice held a lilt at the end, resulting in her last syllable practically being inaudible. "Or maybe we were in the same school, I don't know. I don't pay much attention." She giggled sheepishly.
"Dude, you must be like...seven feet tall. Like Yao Ming. That basketball player. He's so tall. I wanna be tall. I don't wanna stay this height forever!"
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Post by wes on Jan 26, 2011 8:18:41 GMT -5
Sawyer’s comment about his height drew a laugh from Wesley and Canuck scurried away a couple of bounds in shock. Of course, said shock didn’t last for longer than second or two. He might just lose the rest of that ice cream if he wasn’t careful!
“I’m only six three,” he told her. “Way too short to play basketball. And you aren’t overly little. I mean... what are you? Maybe eight or nine inches shorter than me? That’s not much below average for girls, is it? ‘Sides, guys like petite girls. That way you get to wear some of those mind-blowing heels that make your legs look as long as the US/Canadian border. What guy doesn’t like that, eh?” he asked with a broad grin. “At least not being tall to start with means you can control it with your shoes. That has to be better than being a six footer who can only wear flats on a date.”
It made sense to him but then he was a guy... How could he know what went through the heads of girls? Least of all when it concerned fashion!
“Aaahhhmm... You have a... that is... green gummi bear stuck in your hair.” Better to tell her than for her to walk around with the unusual (and fly-attracting?) adornment... right?
“Have you lived around here all your life then?”Wes went on to ask. She’d mentioned having been at the same school in like for ever, hadn’t she? Sawyer might be able to give him a few weekend and evening pointers as there was only so much dog walking he could face
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Post by Sawyer Lee James on Jan 26, 2011 14:34:19 GMT -5
Much like Canuck's reaction to the laugh, Sawyer's eyes widened before she laughed herself. She didn't know why she laughed but Wesley's laugh was damn infectious! And as he went on about height and shoes, Sawyer's eyes practically glazed over. Things like fashion had never been Sawyer's fine point. That talk was always reserved for boneheads. Like Willow. Because, hello...she was dressed like a redheaded flamingo. All flashy and bright.
And don't even get her started on shoes. Well, actually, if she were being honest, she really wouldn't know a thing about heels. She had never worn them. For her, it was trainers, flats or bust.
But she supposed Wesley knew better. Heck, a hobo had better fashion sense than Sawyer.
"I like flats." She said quietly before she was pointed out the fact that she had a gummi bear in her hair. She giggled at the fact that it rhymed before wondering how in the heck did it get stuck in her hair in the first place?! She ran her fingers through her hair, mumbling how it got up there and found it, flicking it into the sand. Her hair maybe clean but she was not going to put it in her mouth.
Unsanitary.
"Erm...." she started off to reply to Wesley's question. "I guess so but if you're looking for guidance through this whole city, you should ask my sister. Because I'm a hermit. I don't go out unless my parents go out. I don't know this place like the back of my hand because there are grooves at the back of my hand that I never knew was there. But Willow loves going around town. So she's a better and safer bet to go out with about town."
She licked her ice cream and looked up at the darkening sky. "Wow, it's getting dark. Do you have the time?" Sawyer asked. Her parents would be looking for her soon enough. Not that she wanted to leave. Canuck was so much fun to play with! And Wesley was such a nice guy, treating her to ice cream and all.
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Post by wes on Jan 28, 2011 8:44:55 GMT -5
"You don't seem like a hermit to me," he replied with a wink. Maybe her sister would know, though, what happened around town? It sure didn't hurt to ask! Assuming, of course, he ever met the sister. Double assuming she wasn't younger as her parents might object to her hanging around with a high school senior!
Wesley turned his left wrist slightly. "It's a little after seven." Sawyer was right in that the sun seemed to be fading at a serious rate of knots. A tell-tale sign that winter was imminent. No ski season here, though. Wesley would definitely miss the snow-kittens up on the slopes of Blackcombe.
"Do you need to head off? Which way are you going? If we're going the same direction we can walk together... Ya know... if you like? Or were you going to run?" Between them, he and Canuck had probably wrecked Sawyer's jog as it was!
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Post by Sawyer Lee James on Jan 28, 2011 20:45:36 GMT -5
"Do hermits even have a look? That would be weird. Like if they had a tell tale sign." Sawyer giggled at the notion.
She grabbed Wesley's hand without permission to look at the time and frowned. "Darn. I really should be at home by now but, no...I'm not going to run. My folks will be picking me up. You could walk me to the car though. My dad usually gives me about ten minutes before he scours the place for me." She looked around, licking at her ice cream as she tried to spot her father who practically towered over everyone here.
He was nowhere in sight which meant he still wasn't here. "Wanna walk? He usually waits for me there," Sawyer pointed in the direction she came from.
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Post by wes on Jan 29, 2011 4:40:01 GMT -5
Canuck snaffled the last bit of cone out of Wesley's hand and the boy wiped his fingers on the leg of his jeans. They needed to go in the laundry basket anyway. He quickly finished his own and then nodded to Sawyer. "Sure thing... We're heading back that way anyway, right, pal?" Canuck yapped and ran in a couple of circles, sensing they were to be on their way once again. More adventures... People to find and sniff... Laces to pull!
Leash firmly in hand Wes scrambled back to his feet and reached out a hand to pull Sawyer upright as well. "You want to hold him?" he offered and he held out the leash towards Sawyer. "Just hold on tight. Its not like he's all that strong but he's a sneaky one. If he thinks you aren't watching he'll wriggle free and be off!"
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Post by Sawyer Lee James on Jan 29, 2011 5:12:11 GMT -5
Brushing off the sand that had stuck on to the seat of her sweatpants, Sawyer jumped up and finished up her cone as she moved in step with Wesley. When offered to hold on to Canuck's leash, Sawyer jumped at the chance. Literally.
"Of course!" She grabbed the leash, slipping her whole hand through the loop and twisting a little of the leash around so even if she let go of the leash, it will still be around her wrist. She laughed at Wesley's description. "I'll take your word for it!" Sawyer grinned. "Okay so I've decided. We'll need to do this more often. Because I like you and I adore Canuck. And even if you want to leave me and Canuck alone, I wouldn't mind." She beamed up at Wesley as they neared the parking lot.
Her father wasn't there yet so she took that as a good sign. "What do you say?"
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Post by wes on Jan 30, 2011 4:18:27 GMT -5
"I'd say you are SO on, Sawyer!" Wesley replied. She was huge fun to be around and he liked the thought of doing this sort of thing again. Her innocent vitality and sheer love of life was infectious. Not that Wesley Domaszewski was jaded in any kind of way but... Sawyer was like a breath of fresh air.
He threw her a grin when she beamed up at him and with Canuck yapping around her ankles they wandered on to where she knew her father would arrive. No sign of him yet and as Wes wasn't in any kind of hurry he perched on the handrail and watched her romp with his over-energetic puppy. Oh yeah, he was glad he'd decided to come down to the beach this evening... Very glad indeed!
(wrapped maybe?)
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Post by Sawyer Lee James on Jan 30, 2011 8:55:19 GMT -5
"Sweet!" She beamed at him before continuing on to play with Canuck until a familiar three long horn beeps and one short one signaled the arrival of Sawyer's dad who got out of the car and waved at her. "HI DAD! JUST A SEC!" The redhead yelled before letting Canuck give her a long kiss goodbye.
She turned to Wesley and grinned, waving enthusiastically at him as she bounded in her father's direction. "You smell like dog and who's the guy? Your mother told me about Christophe-"
Sawyer gave her father a tired look, holding it for a second or two just to see her father's reaction before she broke into a grin. "Please dad. They're both from school. It's not my fault your genes were passed down to mine and all the boys now think I'm one too." She climbed into the passenger's seat, buckling up and giving her last wave to Wesley.
[OOC: Like a burrito we can WRAP IT!]
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