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Post by ladylightning on Feb 23, 2011 17:02:10 GMT -5
Jet lag and driving.
Awful combination.
You know, I hadn’t thought anything of it; the hotel wasn’t too far from the airport and, while I hadn’t been to sleep in nearly forty-eight hours, I figured I could make it.
Didn’t.
One minute, I’m driving down the most beautiful stretch of country I’d ever seen, singing along with the latest Josh Groban album, drumming on the steering wheel and fighting the urge to take a lovely nap, the next, I’m careening off of the side of the road, into a narrow ditch.
Cursing, eyes comically wide at the sudden shock, I froze, breathing heavily. Well, heck, I was awake now… My knuckles were white as I held the steering wheel in a death grip, staring down at the hood of my beloved orange Mini Coop and the small stream we were currently resting in. Punching the radio off – Josh Groban was a little too happy for my current predicament, I steadied my uneven breathing and tried to calm my racing pulse.
From the road I had flown off of, I could hear a concerned voice yelling at me. Whether he was cursing or questioning my safety, well, I guess I would figure out.
Face aflame, I shoved the door open, hesitating a moment before hopping onto the soft at the edge of the ditch. There was another, haphazardly thrown into park, in the other lane. Great, not only had I landed in a ditch, but I managed to almost crash into another car. Thankfully, my subconscious decided to hop in, spazzing out on me for trying to drive without at least getting some caffeine in my system first.
The man approaching me was tall and almost intimidating. Bald-headed and narrow-gazed, I instinctively began chewing on my lower lip. Wait…, I thought, eyes widening immediately, holy crap… oh God, I almost killed a celebrity… In my panic, I hadn’t realized that I had almost run George Donaldson off the side of the road. He was speedwalking over, a concerned gaze sweeping over me.
“You a’righ’, lass?” he questioned immediately, his deep accented voice glazed with worry. He shot a look behind me at the Mini Coop, before his dark eyes resettled on my pink-tinted face, “You coulda died…”
“I know… oh God, I didn’t hit you, did I?” I questioned nervously, running an anxious hand through my chestnut, pixie-styled hair, “it was a bad idea, I know; I should’ve taken a nap in the back before I tried to drive…”
“Slow down, lass; I’m fine,” he replied with the smallest of grins, resting a large palm on my shoulder. He dwarfed my by about a foot and a few inches and, if I hadn’t figured out who he was, I’d be even more intimidated. He continued, retrieving his cell phone from the pocket of his faded blue jeans, “I’m fine, yer fine, yer car, well, she migh’ be a wee bit worse fer th’ wear, but I’m sure it’s nothin’ a tow truck canna handle…”
With that, he quickly punched a few numbers into his phone, holding it up to an ear and waiting. As he tapped a booted foot against the pavement, he jerked his head over to the car, “Got anythin’ in the back? Ye can put it in my car; I’ll give ye a lift if they need te take yer car in…”
Surprised by his kindness, I gaped for a moment or two, mouth opening and closing as I tried to think of something other than ‘even though I coulda killed you, thanks for being so thoughtful’. Instead, I just opted for a mechanical nod and somehow managed to get back into the upended car. From the back seat, I threw a few dufflebags onto the road as George made his call.
When we both finished, I clambered back out of the groaning vehicle as George toted my bags to his own car. Stowing them in the trunk, he turned to me, “Lemme guess; ye just flew in from th’ States an’ ye fell asleep at th’ wheel?” There was a light, amused hint to his deep tones, though I doubted he was mocking me.
“Uh, yeah, that about sums it up, I think,” I answered, shifting nervously from foot to foot, “I’m really sorry; this is so embarrassing…”
“Ah, nothin’ te worry about, lass; now I got a question fer ye while we wait for the pickup,” he replied, slamming the trunk shut. At my questioning look, he prodded, “What’s yer name?” Letting out a slight laugh, I shrugged a shoulder, “Siobhán McLeod… most people just call me Von or Vonnie, though…”
“Aye? Nice te meet ye, Siobhán,” he offered me a hand, “George Donaldson.”
I accepted his hand with another embarrassed flush, “I know. What are the odds, meeting one of you guys out here in the middle of nowhere…” Oh jeez, at least George was someone I’d always looked at in a fatherly way; if it was one of the others, I’d probably be a babbling mess…
“Us guys?” he mimicked, “us Celtic Thunder guys?” At my nod, he shook his head, “Aye, well, what’re th’ odds, meetin’ an American fan out here in the middle o’ nowhere…” He gave a sweeping gesture toward his beat up old car.
With a disbelieving laugh, I climbed into the passenger seat as he strolled around the front. Well, this would certainly be an interesting wait…
His phone suddenly rang and he hurried to answer, “Ah, love, I know, sorry I didna call ye…” I fought the urge to apologize again, interrupting his life as I was. His wife was probably worried sick… “Aye, well, I ran inte a spot o’ trouble… no, no, I’m fine!” he assured her, an appeasing grin on his face as though she could see it, “Just had te help a girl out; she ran her car inte a ditch an’ I just happened te be passin’ by… yes, darlin’, I called her a tow truck… yes, I’m waitin’ with her ‘til it gets here…” He shot me an amused smile, one I couldn’t help but return. Seemed like she was just as concerned for me as he was.
After a few more minutes of small talk (I felt as though I was eavesdropping, so I conveniently studied the light, puffy clouds out there in the beautiful Irish sky), he hung up, only to receive another call.
“Aye, Paul, I know I’m late…,” he stated almost immediately, rolling his eyes good-naturedly, “tell Phil I’ll be there as soon as I can…” He glanced over at me when the call was done and questioned, “Would ye mind if, when the truck gets here, I take ye te th’ studio wi’ me? I dun’ feel like leavin’ ye alone an’ I’m sure they’re gonna have te take yer car in. It’s no’ far outta th’ way an’ I can call ye a cab if ye like?”
My answer? Well, I always was up for an adventure and, when offered a chance to go to the studio where I knew he and the guys were recording, if only to hail a cab from there, was fine by me.
“George,” I grinned, chocolate eyes wide, “you’ve got yourself a deal…”
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Post by ladylightning on Feb 24, 2011 8:30:02 GMT -5
Thanks you two! Glad you like it! We've got Keith in this one George had been right; the studio wasn’t too far away and, while the tow truck took my car in the opposite direction, I stayed with him. After a few minutes, he pulled into a spot outside of one of the more modern looking buildings in the center of Dublin. I felt like an idiot for wanting to whip out my camera and start snapping picture after picture. Honestly, how often was I going to be in Dublin with George Donaldson? Luckily enough, saving us both from embarrassment, I refrained from staging an impromptu photo-op and hopped out of the car after him. Having to jog a little to keep up with his long strides – I have the unfortunate “tiny genes”, as I liked to call them, I felt like a kid tagging along with her father to work or something. 5’0. Not always fun… He shoved the door open, gesturing for me to enter before him. With a small ‘thanks’, I passed him, into the cool, air conditioned lobby, relieved to be out of the surprisingly hot afternoon air. “So, I gotta go wi’ th’ lads; we’re startin’ te record some o’ our newest songs,” George stated, leading me down the nearest hallway. I kept my ears on him, though I eagerly drank in my surroundings; I had never been in a studio before. “George! Was wond’rin’ when ye were finally gonna show up!” A tiny grin formed on my face as I turned to see Damian, the tall, lanky teen that he was, race up to the oldest member of the group. He had a broad, mischievous grin on his face, his bright blue eyes twinkling, probably at the thought of George getting in trouble. He cast me a cursory glance before quickly doing a double take, eyebrows high on his forehead. “Damo, this is Siobhán,” George jerked a thumb in my direction, a smirk on his face, “planted her car in a ditch… now I couldna just left her there, no?” “Call me Von, Damian,” I stated with a small wave, shooting him a mock glare as he started laughing, “let’s see you end up in a ditch and see how funny it is, mister…” He held up his hands in surrender, shrugging one shoulder innocently, “Ah, sorry, Von… Just picturin’ it is all… But yer a’right? No broken bones?” “Thank you for the concern after laughing your butt off at me,” I retorted, voice dripping with sarcasm despite the grin on my face, “but I’m fine. I’m just going to hang out here ‘til I get a cab.” “Why don’ ye come back an’ meet th’ others?” Damian questioned, his deep voice laced with excitement, that impish grin plastered on his face again, “I’m sure they’d like te know just who kept our Georgie-boy from bein’ te th’ recordin’ on time.” George, in retaliation for the nickname, swung out to cuff his young friend, but the latter deftly dodged it, hopping behind me as though I were some sort of protection. I rolled my eyes upward; he was clearly hovering over the top of my head, easily within George’s reach. “Might want to find a taller shield, Damo,” I snorted, before gesturing grandly, “lead the way, my find Celtic sirs… I’m at your disposal…” George chuckled and shook his head, but started off down the hallway nonetheless. Damian draped an arm around my shoulders. I shot him an amused glance and he just laughed, “What brings ye te Ireland, Von?” Before I could respond, the Phil Coulter was flying across the hall towards us, his gaze solely on George. As the Scotsman tried to appease his boss, Damian pulled me – he obviously thought he was being stealthy in passing Phil, but he walks like a cow, so anyone within the nearest mile radius could hear him clomp away – toward the door at the end of the hall. I felt bad for leaving George behind without giving Phil some sort of validation – ‘yeah, I was the one who almost killed one of your stars… sorry about that, but hey, I’m gonna sit in and watch you guys before I get a cab, ‘kay?’ – but just ended up letting Damian whisk me away. When we entered the studio, I would have been content to sidle up to the wall, maybe hide behind the drum set or something, but Damian bellowed, pointing down at me, “She almost killed George!” “What?!” I snapped, turning towards him and shoving him. The height difference and my attack on the youngest member must’ve been hilarious, because we were met with a chorus of laughs. Turning back to the others, I noticed that pretty much everyone from the group was there. The musicians, including the ever-talented Neil, were prepping their instruments, while the other three singers stood around the mikes, water bottles in hand. “Don’ think Phil woulda been too happy about that, darlin’,” Ryan commented, quirking an eyebrow as a handsome smirk crossed his face. He glanced at the others, amused by my mortified flush. “Or his wife and wee girl,” Keith laughed, the corners of his lovely eyes crinkling as he grinned. Oh shcrap… I was in over my head now… I shot Damian a withering look, one that actually seemed to make him nervous… it worked on my little brother all the time… “So, hi, I’m Von, and, yes, I could’ve possibly killed George Donaldson,” I raised a hand, rolling my eyes upward and groaning, “at least it wasn’t on purpose…” This felt like one of those AA meetings; I was almost waiting for them to chorus ‘hi, Von’. “Von?” Paul inquired, puppy dog eyes flashing with amusement. “Siobhán,” I answered steadily, plowing on with my defense, “really, I don’t think I was anywhere close to hitting George; I fell asleep in my Mini Coop and ended up in a ditch, I guess… he just helped me out…” Damian burst into laughter again and, at our questioning glances, he quieted, clearing his throat sheepishly, "Sorry, picturin' it with th' Mini Coop is even funnier..." "I'm never going to live this down," I groaned, rubbing my forehead, "I'll forever be known as the girl who almost killed George Donaldson... Siobhán McLeod, attempted murderess..." “No worries, Vonnie love,” Keith replied, setting his guitar down on its stand and strolling up to me. Outstretching his hand, he grinned, “I’m Keith and, well, knowing that ya didn’ mean te try an’ kill our old man, it’s nice te meet ya.” Unable to keep from laughing, feeling a bit less horrified, I accepted his hand, “Pleasure’s all mine…” His hand was large and rough with calluses, courtesy of his years of guitar playing, but I liked the way my small one fit into it. He gave an exaggerated handshake, like an eager five-year-old, before leading me over to the others. Mmm, wonder what cologne he uses…, I thought to myself, as the spicy scent washed over me. “Vonnie, we’ve got Paul, the cocky bastard over there…” “Don’ listen to him, love,” Paul rolled his eyes and shot Keith an ‘are you serious?’ look, “I hate you, Keith…” “Oh, but I love you, Paul,” he replied easily, winking in my direction before continuing, “Neil, cradlin’ his guitar like it’s his baby,” Neil shook his head but gave me a warm smile, “Ryan, uh… the short one…” Before Ryan could retort, I just ducked out from under his arm, folding my arms across my chest and commenting, “I take offense to that, now…” I turned to Ryan, who wasn’t short, well, maybe compared to the others, and nodded like we were preparing for a fight, “I got your back, Ryan.” He just chuckled as Keith regarded me, matching my stance, and smirked, “Oh, I like this gal.” My heart gave an unexpected lurch and I found myself thinking, Oh this gal likes you, too…
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Post by ladylightning on Feb 26, 2011 18:35:38 GMT -5
Once I was introduced to the whole gang and George had returned, looking rather harried might I add, I perched myself near the door, settling back with interest. I actually wasn’t supposed to be in there while they recorded; Damian had promised I wouldn’t make a peep and, with a perfected, innocent-puppy-dog look, I managed to finagle my way into staying.
George’s spirits were quickly back to normal after some good-natured ribbing from the others - it was sweet how close they all were. Like brothers, really.
“Right, now, Von, don’ make a sound an’ don’ get Georgie-boy inteh any more trouble, a’righ’?” Ryan questioned, pointing his water bottle at me.
Holding up my hands in surrender, I grinned, “Wouldn’t dream of it.” With that, they began recording “Home from the Sea”. Now, I’d been to their shows before - usually getting seats as close to the stage as possible - but this blew me away. Ha, wait ‘til I tell Julie about this…, I thought to myself, smirking and swaying to the music. My younger sister would be beyond ticked…
The lads kept looking between each other, or back at the musicians, or, occasionally, sending glances my way. The last bit came, surprisingly, from Keith most of all. His sparkling eyes settled on me more than once, as though questioning my thoughts on the whole shebang. I’d shoot him a smile or a thumbs up, earning a slight grin in response.
Before too long, I felt a vibration against my thigh; probably the mechanics calling about my car. Slipping from the room, I ambled down the hall, answering my phone. It was harder than I would’ve thought to understand the man’s accent on the phone, but, after getting him to repeat a few parts, I got it.
“Miss McLeod, jus’ though’ ye’d like te know tha’ yer car’s gonna take a while te fix up,” he commented, “not’in’ too bad wi’ it, but we dun’ have the righ’ parts. Yer gonna need a new set o’ headlights an’ we dun’ have ‘em here… Gonna have te order ‘em. Put a call in a few minutes ago…”
“Do you have any idea when it’ll be done?” I queried, wiggling my toes lightly, watching the sapphire-painted nails glisten under the lights, “not today, I’m guessing?”
A set of jogging footfalls approached me from behind and I turned, watching Keith heading in my direction. He quirked an eyebrow and glanced at the phone; mouthing ‘mechanic’, I listened to the guy’s response.
“No, won’ be in today; sorry,” he replied, actually sounding sympathetic… so different from my usual mechanic back home…, “I’ll let ye know as soon as I find out. D’ye have a way ‘round th’ city while yer here?”
“Uh, I’ll be fine, don’t worry,” I answered, glancing back at Keith, who strolled over and leaned against the wall beside me, “thank you very much, though; I appreciate the call.”
“So,” the handsome Irishman beside me began, hands clasped behind his head, “what’s th’ verdict?”
Slipping the phone back into my shorts’ pocket, I sighed, tilting my head to the side, “Ah, busted headlights. He’ll let me know when they come in and they can fix it. So, have to redo anymore of the songs?”
Amusing me to no end, the guys had occasionally messed up their songs or burst into laughter for a number of reasons throughout the session. Instead of being upset, they usually just shoved each other and started over. Paul, a grin on his face and teasing glint in his eyes, just threw the blame on me, saying that I was either too distracting or I started singing along to the song. Well, um, sometimes I did…
“No; I think Paul was right, love,” he replied with a laugh, clicking his tongue, “ye were distractin’ the lot of us; once you left, there wasn’ a single mistake…”
“Well, I’m so sorry, Mr. Harkin,” I replied, rolling my eyes despite the smile on my face, “I didn’t mean to make you mess up your words…”
He just chuckled, nudging me lightly and pushing off from the wall, “Are ye comin’ back in?” At my curious look, he continued, massaging the back of his neck with one hand, “They sent me out te see if ye were… ‘Tween you an’ me, I think Damo might have a thing for ye…”
“Ah, well, can’t disappoint him, can we?” I questioned with a grin, “I mean, I should be on my way to the hotel; I told them I’d be checking in at around four…” A quick glance at my watch told me it was nearing six; I guess they were right - time flies when you’re having fun.
Keith raised his hands in surrender, pressing one to his chest, frowning as though hurt, “Really, Vonnie, love, if ye wanted te leave, ye coulda just said so… Dun’ have te make up any excuses…”
“Mmhmm, cuz I’d pass up to spend time with all of you,” I scoffed, smoothing out the front of my lavender tank top, “but I need to call a cab, get my bags from George’s trunk…”
“Ah, he’ll give ye a ride there when this is over,” Keith replied, offering me his arm with a charming smile. I honestly couldn’t turn that down, now could I? When I accepted it, he continued casually, “An’ if he won’, I’ll take ye there…”
“Why thank you, sir,” I replied, fighting the urge to smile once more, hoping to quell my increasing pulse, “I’ll be sure to take you up on that.”
“My pleasure, m’lady,” he answered with a chuckle, looking down at me with interest, “so what brings ye te Ireland? School? Work? Spontaneous whim?”
“I guess you could say spontaneous school whim?” I answered with a shrug, “I had the chance to do a semester abroad and, well, couldn’t pass up Ireland, now could I? Castles, landscape…”
“Meetin’ me,” he added with an enchanting grin.
“Well, I thought that just went without saying,” I played along, batting my eyelashes playfully, “though, I could’ve done without the car-in-the-ditch moment.”
“Well, I thought that just went without saying,” he repeated, blinking innocently at my faux glare, “but we’re wrappin’ up in there; we can take ye te the hotel an’ you,” he wagged an admonishing finger at me, “can catch up on yer sleep; dun’ need ye fallin’ asleep on yer feet.”
“I’ll be sure to do that,” I answered, letting out an exhausted yawn; I hadn’t actually thought about how tired I was until now.
“An’ tomorrow, well, that’s up in th’ air, isn’t it?” he prodded, managing to sound curious and innocent at the same time.
“Yeah,” I answered slowly, “why?” My palms became clammy and however I had managed to calm my heart before, well, that just flew out the window.
“Just wond’rin’,” he replied in the same unassuming tone, eyebrows high on his forehead as he studied my face, “maybe th’ lads an’ I could take ye out? Show ye ‘round Dublin?”
“Hm, I don’t know,” I answered doubtfully, casting him a frowning glance - his expression surprisingly matched mine, “ha, should‘ve seen your face…,” I couldn’t help but giggle at his unamused but somewhat relieved expression.
We paused outside of the door and I turned to face him, “I’d love to.”
~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~! celticprincess24: Yes, Keith is amazing! His voice, his looks, his guitar playing... everything! I'd love to meet him!!
ryankellyissexy: Thank you!! I'm glad you think so!
celticbear: Thanks!! Haha I wasn't sure how to write it, but hopefully this was good enough!
hockeychick37: Haha I kinda pictured him acting that way with them... he seems like the cute, playful one, so it seemed like the perfect intro...
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Post by CelticPrincess24 on Feb 26, 2011 18:43:27 GMT -5
Just Call me CP it's much easier! I'd also love to meet Keith!
To the story! It was a great update and I can't wait for the next one sooo, update soon...... please!
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Post by meg_cahill21 on Feb 26, 2011 18:45:22 GMT -5
that was a great update!!!! now update sooon!!!!!! or i shall use CP's rubber chicken and hunt ya down with it!!!!!
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Post by CelticPrincess24 on Feb 26, 2011 21:05:31 GMT -5
Don't pay any attention to Hockeychick! She's a little crazy!LOL
Update soon!
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Post by celticbear on Feb 26, 2011 21:14:53 GMT -5
LadyL! Who is Keith trying to fool! It's plain on the nose on his face! That he is one interested in Vonnie not Damo! Can't wait to see what happens next! UPDATE SOON! PLEASE! AND I WOULD LOVE TO BE RESCUED BY KEITH AND HAVE HIM ALL TO MYSELF!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2011 16:35:14 GMT -5
Cute update and i love how u type out how they talk it very good its like when i read it there talking to me please update cant wait for more
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Post by ladylightning on Mar 2, 2011 20:58:06 GMT -5
The next morning, I found myself curled up in a tangle of unfamiliar white sheets. It took me a moment to remember where I was, panicking until I noticed I was in my hotel room. My bags were thrown haphazardly beside the nightstand and I was still in my clothes from yesterday. Resting back against the pillow, I sighed, completely rested. With a quick glance at the alarm clock, I realized I had been sleeping for the last fourteen hours. Jeez… Stretching out, I climbed out of bed, hurrying to get myself ready for the day. The longer I was awake, the more last night came back to me. After the recording session was over, Keith gave George a break, allowing him to head home to his worried wife and daughter, and took me home in his Volkswagen. I had fallen asleep in the passenger seat, groggily snapping at him when we reached the hotel. He took it in stride, laughing and ruffling my hair - to which he had to dodge a swing from me - before grabbing my stuff from the trunk. I trudged to the front desk, checking in as quickly as I could. Keith had loaded my bags on one of those carts and let me lean on him as we headed up to my room. After that, I don’t remember a thing. Yeah, I just met him, but I trusted him enough to not worry what happened after that. I just hoped I didn’t pass out in the elevator or something. I had to smile to myself as I absently ran my hands through my hair, styling it in the messy I loved. Keith was sweet, that much was certain. Through my jet-lag-induced haze, I remember him telling me to give him a call when I got up and he and the lads would take me to breakfast. Before that, though, I had to call home and let them know how things turned out. My mother was quick to answer, “Vonnie, why didn’t you call me when you got in? How was the flight?” “Oh, had some problems with the car,” I answered, quickly stemming her onslaught of worried questions, “I’m fine; I just need new headlights. Should be fixed today, hopefully…” “Well that’s good,” I could hear her smile over the phone and felt my heart ache with homesickness, “how’d you get around then? Hitch a ride with a lovely-accented Irishman, I hope?” Laughing, I sat on the bed, slipping on a pair of black flats, “Well, close enough; he was Scottish… and bald… and a singer…” I strolled over to the dresser beside the television and noticed one of the sticky notes I kept in my purse attached to the mirror. Written in a messy scrawl was Vonnie love, call me when you’re back in the land of the living! Keith. After that was his phone number and I couldn’t help but consider how many women would want to murder me for that. There was silence from the other end before she gasped, “Don’t even tell me you met George…” She had an eager tint to her voice and I could almost picture her sitting there, hazel eyes wide as she waited with baited breath to hear my response. I wasn’t the only Celtic Thunder fan in the family… “Well, I guess I won’t then,” I laughed, “or the others…” This time I had to jerk the phone away from my ear as she let out a banshee-like shriek. Giggling, I waited for her to calm down, patiently - and excitedly - explaining the past twenty-four hours to her. If she had been enthused before, well, now she was probably in shock. “Aren’t you glad you went now?” she questioned after a moment’s silence; I could tell she had a brilliant smile on her face, probably sitting beside the fireplace, reading one of her favorite novels, “bring one of them home, yeah?” Laughing, my face flushed and I rolled my eyes upward, “Well, I can always try…” Funnily enough, Keith’s face popped into my mind the minute she spoke. I wouldn’t tell her that just yet anyway. “Mmhmm… wait until Julie hears this one…,” my mother snorted, before gasping slightly, “well, you’ve got te get ready fer yer day on th’ town wit’ th’ lads, aye?” We shared a giggle before she wished, “Have a great time, lovely. And call me when you get home.” “I will; love you, Mom,” I smiled, biting my lip to keep my voice from cracking. Yeah, this was going to be a hard summer away from home… Hopefully the guys and my classes would keep me busy enough to keep my mind off of it. “Love you, too, baby,” she replied with a sniffle, “and don’t forget what I said!” With a teary-eyed giggle, I bid her good-bye once more and hung up. Wiping my eyes, I cleared my throat as I dialed the number that Keith had left me. I only had to wait through a few rings before Keith’s enthusiastic, “Mornin’, Vonnie love!” “And how many coffees have you had this morning, Keith, darling?” I questioned before wincing; the ‘darling’ just kind of slipped out. I never gave people pet names; where had that come from. He chuckled, sounded completely relaxed and pleased as punch, “Ah, just cuz you were grumpy when ye went te bed last night…” Before I could counter, he laughed again, “But besides that, are ye ready te go now? Th’ lads’re gettin’ a bit impatient… Pigs, they are…” From somewhere in the background, I could hear Neil scoff, “Righ’; we’re th’ pigs… wait ‘til she sees ye eat…” “She’ll be terrified,” Paul’s smooth, amused voice chipped in, joining in the laughter with everyone but Keith. I could picture the scowl on his handsome face as he shot it towards his friends and couldn’t help but smile. At least he couldn’t turn that glare on me. Before he could retort, I piped up, “Am I on speaker phone?” “Sure are, Von,” Ryan’s raspy voice slipped through the phone, “couldn’t let Keith hog ye, could we?” “I’m not hoggin’ anyone,” Keith shot back, sounding semi-embarrassed, “if ye wanted te call her ye shoulda given her yer number…” “Boys, boys, as much as I like being argued over, Keith, to answer your question, yes, I’m ready now,” I laughed, as amused with the six of them as I had been the day before. Oh yes, this was going to be a wonderful semester… “Great; we’ll be over soon,” he replied, his voice cheerful, lively once more. I could almost imagine that boyish, dimpled smile stretched across his face. Even just picturing that and my stomach was doing uncomfortable somersaults. Vonnie-girl, get a hold of yourself, I thought, shaking my head as I heard a loud knock from the door. Not wanting to hang up just yet, I quickly stated, “Hang on, Keith, someone’s at the door…” As I made my way over, I questioned, “What time do you think you’ll be here?” Yanking the door open, I was more than surprised to see all six lads standing in my entryway, all flanking Keith. His grin, that dimpled, charming grin was so much more heart stopping in person; the few times I’d seen it yesterday just didn’t even compare to it now. “Err…,” I snapped the phone shut, my knees honestly threatening to give out on me, “heeey, fellas…” I stepped from foot to foot, moving aside to allow them inside. The room wasn’t all that big to begin with and filled with six full grown men, it was absolutely crammed. “Mornin’, Von!” Damian grinned broadly, his crystal eyes twinkling with that mischievous glint they always seemed to have, “Keith says ye fell asleep on ‘im in th’ elevator…” He broke off with a chuckle, caught completely off guard as Keith shoved him hard in the shoulder. Well, he was stronger than me; I had hardly been able to move Damian but Keith managed to knock him over. The youngest fell onto my bed with a surprised ‘oof!’ Thankfully, this drew the attention away from my crimson face and I quickly turned, slipping on a pair of white flats. Stop blushing, stop blushing, stop blushing… “C’mon, let’s get a move on,” George yanked Damian from the bed easily and shoved him toward the door, shooting me an apologetic look. He draped an arm around Paul’s neck and pulled his chuckling friend out as well. The others followed, laughing - though, whether they were amused at me in the elevator or Damian face-planting on my bed, I wasn’t sure. Keith was the last to leave, standing beside the television and rubbing the back of his neck. He shot me an apologetic, awkward grin, gesturing toward the door. Giving him a light smile, I led us out of my room. Short as I was, he had to slow his steps to keep with me. “I didn’t really fall asleep on you, did I?” I questioned nervously, glancing over at him. God, I couldn’t keep my face from heating up, I probably look like a tomatooo…“Well, I mean, ye didn’ mean to,” he replied with a laugh, his beautiful eyes glistening with silent amusement, “I was tellin’ ye which rooms we were in an’ ye just sort o’ started fallin’, in my direction… I caught ye; couldn’ let ye go…” Flabbergasted and beyond mortified, I gawked, “How’d you get me to the room? And my bags?” “Well, Neil’d just gotten in,” he replied as if it were no big deal, waving it off, “gave ‘im a quick call an’ he grabbed yer bags, I grabbed you…” He laughed suddenly, rubbing his nose and shooting me a playful yet semi-alluring smirk, “Only got a few weird looks on th’ way…” Giggling anxiously, I rubbed my arm and sent him an appreciative smile, “Well, thank you for suffering through the weird looks and not letting me fall.” He stopped, gave me a quick once-over, and beamed, “I’d never let ye fall, Vonnie love.” Oh, he was a pro at making my body do strange things… Lord help me if he knew that… !~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~! I love the responses to this, everyone! CP/Ivy: lol okie doke! Thanks a bunch! I'm so glad you like it!! Gotta love Keith hockeychick37: haha NOOOO!!! NOT THE RUBBER CHICKEN!!! Sorry it took a bit longer than I wanted, DON'T HIT ME WITH THE CHICKENNN!! lol celticbear: Oh yes, Keith's rather smitten I was considering making Damo interested in her, too. Oh that plan sounds good to me lol! ryankellyissexy: did I mention I love your username? lol! I completely agree with it! Thanks! I've got a story I've been working on and the guys are all Irish so I've been trying to perfect it lol. Just how I think they'd be talking (how I wish they'd talk to me lol!)
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Post by celticbear on Mar 2, 2011 22:16:44 GMT -5
Lady L! Love how Vonnie's mom reacted to her meeting the lad's. Also love how the Lads where all waiting right outside her door to take her to breakfeast! This is going to be one interesting day on the town and Summer for Vonnie! KEITH AND VONNIE FOREVER! UPDATE SOON! PLEASE!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2011 23:46:09 GMT -5
Thanks i glad u like my username ^_^ great update very cute cant wait to read more
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Post by CelticPrincess24 on Mar 3, 2011 10:08:07 GMT -5
LadyL I don't like it, I LOVE IT!!!! haha and your lucky hockeychick37 7 hurt her arm, because she'd be threatening you with her hockeystick. She traded with me til her arm is better and it is. Now it's back. I don't like to threaten people to much! I think you should have Damian interested in her. I think that would be funny! Do you what you want, update soon!
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Post by meg_cahill21 on Mar 3, 2011 21:54:59 GMT -5
yes, i got my arm back and i am back to threatening sooo... UPDATE SOON UNLESS YE WANNA FEAR THE WRATH OF ME HOCKEYSTICK AND FLYING MONKEYS!!!!!
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Post by CelticPrincess24 on Mar 3, 2011 22:27:53 GMT -5
Ok, I have a hockey stick now, but since your new I won't threaten you! Update soon!
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Post by CelticPrincess24 on Mar 4, 2011 20:17:26 GMT -5
Ok don't want to be a pest or nothin' but, you have to update! Or I'll have to update wi' me new hockeystick! and I don't want to do that! so please update soon!
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