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Post by ladylightning on Mar 7, 2011 14:26:46 GMT -5
Sorry for the delay my friends lol! Don't kill me. Please? ~~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!!~!~ When we stepped out into the summer air, I was glad for the white, airy sundress I had hastily donned. The sky was a beautiful shade of blue, the bright morning sun amplifying the colors around us. I just followed their lead as they made their way into the hotel’s parking lot. Keith didn’t run ahead to catch up with the others, instead he strolled casually beside me, twirling his car keys on one finger and humming lightly to himself. When we reached the others, all standing around Keith’s and George’s cars, I clapped my hands and rubbed them vigorously, an excited smile on my face, “So, lads, what’s the plan for the day?” Knowing that Paul was actually from Dublin, I turned my gaze on him. Leaning against George’s car, arms folded neatly across his chest, he rolled his eyes upward, “Oh no, you’re not getting anything out of me, Von, darling; we’ve decided it’s going to be a surprise.” With that, he winked and hopped into the back seat of the car. George patted my shoulder and grinned, “Gotta agree with, lass; maybe ye can get Damo te spill th’ beans, though…” The group began splitting off; Neil and Ryan joined George and Paul, claiming that Keith’s Beetle just wouldn’t cut it. Damian glanced at me, and, having heard George’s claim, made a show of locking his lips and throwing away the key. “Shotgun,” I smirked, heading toward the other side of the car. Keith promptly followed me, gently took my arm and led me back around to where I had been standing. “Unless ye want te drive, I suggest ye get in here,” he laughed, the corner of his eyes – the same, brilliant shade of the cloudless sky – crinkling as he smiled, opening the door for me. Blushing lightly and chuckling sheepishly, I climbed into what, for me, would’ve been the driver’s side. Damian had quickly gained the habit of laughing his head off whenever I said or did something funny – I couldn’t tell if he was just going over the top or if the things I did were really so hilarious – before diving into the back seat. Keith hurried around the front, hopping over the convertible’s door, into his seat. He slid on a pair of sunglasses and shot me a grin. Looking over to the “old people car” (even though they weren’t all that older than us, I just couldn’t resist), I smirked. Damian leaned back in his seat, hands behind his head, and grinned, “This is gonna be a good day, eh?” Slipping on my own sunglasses, I settled back in my seat. Even though I had no idea what we were going to do, I had the feeling he was completely right. !~!~!~~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~! The restaurant we headed to was a small, family-owned outside of the downtown area. The pace there was a lot slower than around the hotel, which I was incredibly thankful for. Before I left, I would have to head out to the country and the beach for sure. Whenever that would be… As we all headed for the table, I noticed the lads had positioned themselves around our round table so there were two seats side by side. Keith and I. “Di’n’ get a chance to mention this but ye look very pretty today, Vonnie love,” he commented quietly in my ear, his nose gently brushing my temple when he pulled away. With that, he pulled out my chair for me, waiting with that ever present smile for me to sit. More than a little breathless and red-faced, I hurried over, plopping myself between Neil and, when he sat, Keith. Across from me was Damian, his large, round eyes scanning my face with interest. Taking note of the blush, I’m sure, I thought to myself, cringing inwardly. Honestly, how could my face betray me like that? Then again, I did not get told things like that very often by handsome young Irishmen; so sue me for getting flustered. “So,” I glanced at Neil with a laugh, “heard you helped get me to my room last night?” At this point, there was no use trying to pretend nothing happened and just laugh about it. Kind of like the whole almost-running-George-over thing. He laughed, glancing down at the table before looking back at me, more than amused, “Aye; ye di’n’ make it easy, that’s for sure. Keith couldn’ well leave yer bags in th’ elevator so,” he glanced over my head, shooting his friend a teasing grin, “ye had te ride it how long?” “Well, we went up an’ down at least five times,” he replied, reaching over me and shoving Neil in the shoulder, before glancing at me, a solemn look on his face despite the glimmer in his eyes, “while I was tryin’ te hold ye up, people kept gettin’ on an’ off the elevator; I was gettin’ a wee bit queasy meself, but ye handled everythin’ quite nicely…” “An’ th’ fact that she wasn’ even conscious fer it doesn’ make a difference?” George chuckled deeply, scanning over his menu quickly. Oh right; I picked up my own and hurriedly scanned for something to eat. I was a French toast girl myself and had a good appetite when the occasion called for it. And seeing as I hadn’t eaten since I got off of the plane (and that was just a quick bagel from the little café there), I was ready to mow down. Well let me tell you, breakfast was an amazing affair. The lads had absolutely no problem welcoming me to Ireland, treating me like a long lost friend or sister. While Damian and Keith had an eating contest, Paul informed me of all of the fun things to do around the city when I wasn’t busy with my classes. Ryan, George, and Neil had no problem coming up with question after question so that, by the time we were ready to leave, they all knew more about me than anyone except family. Keith clutched his stomach with one hand, the other arm resting along the back of my chair, his fingers occasionally brushing against the bare skin of my back. Each time that happened, I had to bite my lip to keep from giggling. Tiny, pleasant chills swept over me any my heart was racing. This was a good. Day. “Ye woul’n’ feel so bad if ye woul’n’a eaten so much,” Ryan shook his head with a helpless ‘what can you do?’ expression crossing his face. “I had te beat Damo, though,” he replied, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, resting his forehead on my shoulder, groaning, “I’m gonna throw up, I think…” “Not on me, you’re not,” I replied firmly, though I gently shrugged him off of me. The lads laughed, all except for the pained, moaning Damian and Keith, the latter turning the other way and falling dramatically against George. In response, the father figure just rolled his eyes and sighed, the slightest of grins flitting across his face. He, though, did the same thing I did and Keith had to content himself by laying his head on the table, both arms now around his middle. Damian faired no better; he was looking a little green around the gills, his eyes constantly darting over to the restroom sign, as though he’d have to make a break for it at any moment. “So, Von, darling, have you tried to get anything published yet?” Paul questioned, forearms resting on the table as he played with his mug of tea. I had told them that the classes I was taking there in Dublin were for my Bachelor’s degree in art history, but that I really just wanted to write. I had already written up a few things with the hopes that I could somehow make it big. “I submitted this one book I just finished to an agent; haven’t heard anything yet but they said to wait a few weeks,” I answered nervously, tapping my nails lightly against the table, “can’t say that I haven’t been worried about it though…” “Well, lucky for you, we all know what yer goin’ through,” Neil replied, patting my arm reassuringly, “waitin’ and wond’rin’… It’ll turn out right in th’ end…” ~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~ When Damian and Keith were well enough to continue on with our lovely little adventure, the latter escorted me to the passenger side of his Beetle once more. None of the boys would give me any idea as to what the plan for the day was, so I supposed I had to be content with sitting around and waiting for the surprise. Which I hated, by the way. I never could sit still and accept the whole ‘it’s a surprise’ thing… But no matter how many times I badgered the two of them, they refused to budge. I thought I might be able to at least get Damian to give up the secret, but he was better than I thought. As the wind whipped at my face, flipping my short hair around my face, I shot a glance over to Keith. He, it appeared, decided to do the same thing at the same time, and quickly looked away. With my sunglasses on, I couldn’t really tell if his face was heating up like I knew mine was. I heard Damian mumble something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like ‘oh please…’ “So, Vonnie love, ye’ve been te our concert before, righ’?” Keith inquired suddenly over the roaring engine and the rushing wind, shooting me another glance, the corner of his alluring mouth turning upward in a lopsided grin… wait, since when did I find his mouth alluring…? Oh dear, I was going to get in deep, I could feel it… It took me an embarrassing moment to remember that he had asked me a question; “Oh, yup; I’ve actually seen you guys twice - both times you came to Buffalo; I dunno if you could hear me over your, uh, contest this morning, but that’s not too far where I’m from…” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck slightly as Damian popped up between us from the back seat, “Ah, yer makin’ him blush, Von!” Keith threw a blind swing behind him, catching him in the nose. The youngest fell back into his seat, groaning and kicking the back of Keith’s seat as he held his nose. “Am I bleedin’, Von?” he questioned, wide eyes staring at me; he still couldn’t lose that mischievous twinkle in them though. I’m sure when the others asked him what happened, he certainly wouldn’t regret his comment. Peering over my shoulder, I smirked, “Nah, you’re good, Damo… be thankful that I didn’t take a swing at you, too…” At that, his round eyes widened even further and he stuck his tongue out at me, hands still clasped around his nose. Though I doubted either of us forgot the conversation before Damian’s interruption, neither Keith nor I brought it up again. I’d just wait until later, when the two of us had a moment alone. He was probably just curious, but, well, I wanted to know why. Before I realized it, we had reached our destination. George pulled up into the parking lot beside us and everyone clambered out of the two cars. I hardly paid attention as the others questioned Damo about his red nose, staring at the beautiful scenery around me. We were out of the city for good now, surrounded by lush, rolling fields of green, spotted with flowers and trees here and there. There was a long, winding path ahead of where we had parked and benched dotted along every now and then from what I could see. And somewhere nearby, I could hear the definite sound of waves gently rolling against the shore. A park near the beach. I glanced back over to the guys, who were all caught up in their conversation. Keith, grinning sheepishly, caught my eye and his grin melted into a full on smile. Oh yes, this was perfect… ~!~~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~ Just want to apologize for keeping you all waiting!! I wasn't planning on letting this go so long without updating! :/ celticbear: haha yeah that's how I envisioned my mom doing it so I just had to put it in there! Thanks! Yay Vonnie and Keith!! ryankellyissexy: haha well I totally agree with it I'm so glad you think it's cute! I hope you like this one too! hockeychick37the2nd(Ivy/CP): haha you keep switching names on meeee!!! I'll just stick with CP hah! Or Ivy? I dunno lol! Sorry you had to comment/threaten three times to get an update! Won't happen again; scout's honor (despite the fact that I'm not/will never be a scout lol!) hockeychick37: haha oh dang; hockey sticks and flying monkeys... I don't know which would be worse!! lol
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Post by ladylightning on Mar 15, 2011 15:44:49 GMT -5
Not an update yet but just wanted to let everyone know I haven't abandoned this! Just trying to get the creative juices flowing while my classes are sucking the life out of me lol!
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Post by ladylightning on Mar 23, 2011 7:00:18 GMT -5
Okay, I apologize guys! I feel bad about taking so long to get this update up! :/ Okay, so the park and the beach with the guys… amazing. While I wasn’t an avid soccer fan, I sat out on the sidelines and watched, unable to help myself from taking pictures as they kicked the ball around the field. Damian occasionally tried to get me into the fray but, well, playing against six big fellas sounded like an embarrassing fiasco waiting to happen. Anyway, these would be incredible pictures, definitely ones I wouldn’t be posting online or anything. Well, maybe one or two... I sat cross-legged on the bench before them, a soft smile etched on my face as they ran back and forth, laughing and grinning carelessly. The sun was warm on my skin and there was just enough wind to keep me cool. Inexplicably, my eyes were almost constantly drawn to Keith. Good thing I had my sunglasses on or they would all see that… I hadn’t known him long, but let me tell you – there was no way I wasn’t attracted to this guy. He was sweet and funny, not to mention incredibly handsome. I wouldn’t ever admit it to them, but, before I had met them, I thought he was the cutest. Well, real life just blew that out of the water… Suddenly, in all of my distracted glory, I only noticed Neil’s cry of ‘watch out!’ when it was too late; the soccer ball smashed into my face and bounced easily off, rolling innocently to a stop a few feet away. Cursing, I grabbed my nose and tossed my bent sunglasses from my face, barely hearing their thudding footfalls as they reached my side in record time. “I di’n’ mean for th’ ball t’ go your way, Vonnie love, honest,” Keith commented, a distressed frown marring his gorgeous face. He knelt beside me, trying to pry my hands away from my face. Paul practically shoved him out of the way and commented, concern lacing his voice, “Vonnie, darling, move your hands…” By now, the pain had subsided to a dull throb, but I was never one to pass up hamming it up, you know? I moaned slightly from behind my hands and rolled away from Paul’s and Keith’s reaching hands (I had flung myself across the bench for effect). The former gently took my shoulders and rolled me back over, finally managing to get my hands away from my face. When he did, I was found his crystal eyes shimmering with complete concern and even a little bit of fear. It was then that I decided to ease his anxiety a little. With a tiny wink, I watched his expression quickly change into an amused one. “This looks bad, lads,” he commented, his hands on my forearms and maneuvering my hands back over my face, his voice grim, “think her nose might be broken…” “Oh, God, love, I’m sorry!” Keith groaned, running his hands through his shaggy blond hair. I felt so bad for him, but he did look absolutely adorable in his panicked state… “We should call an ambulance,” Damian quickly suggested and, through my fingers, I noticed his wide-eyed expression flicking from a distraught Keith to a perplexed George. I think the latter heard my giggle, because he didn’t seem all that concerned anymore. “Keith, ye’d better go get yer phone,” Paul commented solemnly, his hands still loosely grasping my arms. Hopefully he’d let go soon so I could put my plan into action… When he nodded and turned his back to retrieve his phone from the pile of their stuff that they and tossed on the edge of the grass, I put my plan into action. Springing from the bench, accidentally shoving a now laughing Paul away from me, I launched myself onto Keith’s back. He stumbled to the ground in surprise and I quickly wrapped my arm around his neck, “Beg for mercy, Keith Harkin!” He sputtered something, surprise evident in his voice and, when I asked him to repeat himself, he caught me off guard and rolled onto his back, and then rolled the two of us over a few times, finally trapping me beneath him. He pinned my arms above my head and smirked triumphantly, “Vonnie, love, I weigh a lot more than you do…” Pouting, I gave him my best evil eye, “At least I got you down… that’s what you get for kicking a ball into my face.” We were both breathing heavily from surprise and, well from him squishing me. The butterflies fluttering about my stomach had nothing to do with our close proximity and the intoxicating scent of his aftershave engulfing me. Nope. He still had that smirk on his face but his sparkling eyes had taken on an excitingly dangerous quality. I found myself focused on his mouth but George quickly pulled us both back to earth. He grabbed Keith’s collar and yanked him to his feet surprisingly easily and then offered me a gentle hand. Pulling me up just as easily, he picked a blade of grass from my hair, “Okay, lass?” “Fine,” I answered, rubbing my nose and glancing over at the others; Ryan, Paul and Neil were looking between a breathless Keith and I with suspicious, knowing grins on their smug, handsome faces, while Damian had thrown himself on the bench and was now laughing/crying his eyes out. “I think she’s more than fine, George,” Ryan commented easily, giving me his most innocent smile when I turned my narrowed eyes on him, “dun’ give me that look, love.” “Ah, you’d better watch your back, Ryan,” I answered in a playfully tough voice, giving them all “dirty” looks, “that goes for all of you…” "I thought ye had my back," Ryan touched his heart, feigning hurt. I'll show you hurt, buddy... “ We di’n’ kick th’ ball in yer face, Von,” Damian replied, his tone tired as he wiped a few tears from his eyes. “Still…,” I replied with a laugh, smoothing out the hem of my dress. Checking it over, I frowned; of course – white dress + rolling around in the grass = grass stains. Of course, I couldn’t regret it; I mean, it was Keith we were talking about rolling around in the grass with… Speaking of… I glanced over to see him bend down, retrieving my now crooked sunglasses. He has the decency to look sheepish and shrugged his shoulders in a sort of helpless way, smiling apologetically, “Sorry ‘bout these, darlin’; I promise I’ll get ye some new ones… An’ take yer dress t’ th’ cleaners?” He must have noticed the huge stain on my arse. Hey, he was looking back there? “Sure ye dun’ need t’ go t’ th’ hospital?” Neil questioned with the slightest of grins – I actually didn’t blame them for finding the whole thing hilarious; my face must’ve been classic, “yer lookin’ a wee bit pale…” “As long as I don’t get a black eye or a bruised face or something, I’m fine,” I answered with an easy laugh, retrieving my purse and taking my sunglasses from Keith, our fingers brushing slightly. Pointing a finger at him, I quirked an eyebrow and smirked, “I’m going to take you up on that offer.” He grinned and nodded, his perfect dimples showing. Right, don’t forget to breathe, Vonnie-girl…, I thought to myself. Would it be weird if I slapped myself in front of them? Is that even a question?“So, before I get a headache and get all nauseous, can we check out the beach?” I questioned, earning an amused ‘atta girl’ from George. Damian scooped up the soccer ball and we headed toward the crashing waves as they called to us. Whenever a jogger or a cyclist sped by, they usually did a double-take, eying the lads in surprise and me in envy. Sometimes they stopped, if they were big enough fans, and got their autographs. They always asked me who I was related to; guess they couldn’t bear the thought of me being one of the boys’ gal… Finally, though, we broke through to the waterfront, the sand hot even through my flats. With a loud ‘whoooo!’, I kicked off my flats and raced across the sand, splashing up water when I was knee deep. I really wished I would’ve known we were going there; I would’ve brought my bikini and went for a swim. Ah, ‘tis life, I guess… The lads were quick to follow, though George and Ryan, both in jeans, walked in to their ankles. Taller than me, the other lads could go out farther and still keep their shorts above the water; they all seemed to be wishing the same thing I was – aside from the bikini part, of course… “Vonnie, love, I am sorry about earlier,” Keith commented, wading his way over to me, hands stuffed sheepishly in his pockets like we weren’t standing in the Atlantic. I hoped he didn’t worry about this too much; it really was fine. “Believe it or not, I’ve been hit in the face with worse,” I laughed, reaching out and squeezing his upper arm lightly (ooh, surprisingly muscular for so lean a guy), “basketball, fourth grade. Completely shattered my glasses. That was way worse. Those sunglasses only cost me ten bucks anyway…” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck in that nervous, endearing way of his, before, out of nowhere, he swept me up into his arms, bridal style, and carried me further out into the water. I let out something between a squeak and a growl, arms flung around his neck to keep myself steady in his arms. “You drop me and you’ve got a short life left to live, hun,” I commented dryly, eyeing him carefully. The sun glinted off of his blond hair in the most distracting way… “Ah, I’d never do that t’ ya, love,” he replied earnestly, a mischievous sparkle glinting in those ocean eyes of his, “least, not while yer wearin’ this…” He nodded to my dress, “I do like it on ya.” Blushing, I looked away, glancing at the others who all purposefully avoided looking in our direction. Turning back to face him, I noticed the slightest pink blush rising up his neck. It was adorable. “I’d like t’ take ye out here again,” he admitted quietly, his eyes quickly snapping up to see Damian tackle Neil into the water while Paul laughed his head off. We both laughed; so much for no one getting wet. He turned his eyes back to me, brows furrowed anxiously upward, “If ye’d like? Th’ lads could come, too, if ye di’n’ feel…” “Would you teach me how to surf?” I questioned automatically, heart skipping, oh probably, five beats at his query. Would I honestly tell him I didn’t want to come back here with him? Would anyone? His grin lit up his face and he laughed loudly, warmly, “If ye want me to.” “Of course,” I answered, wincing belatedly at how eager I sounded. Didn’t want to make things too obvious now did I? “Great!” he sounded genuinely excited now and I couldn’t help but feel giddy in response, “ye can swim right?” “Well enough,” I answered with an awkward shrug; I had almost forgotten I was resting comfortably in his arms. He beamed, this time completely impishly, and looked above my head. Quickly turning, I noticed too late that Ryan was creeping up behind me. Shriek and struggle as I might, I couldn’t stop him from grabbing my legs. Keith, holding my arms now, helped him swing me a few times before they both tossed me out into the not-warm-enough water. When I surfaced, I shot them both a challenging grin, “Oh, you boys are gonna get it now…” And lookie there, they both looked legitimately worried. ~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~! CelticBear: Haha I’ll get more into the infatuated Damo part next time So glad you liked it! I thought that might be Keith/Damian-ish! CP: Haha true true! If they wouldn’t have been pigs like Neil said they were lol… Yeah he does but nothing’s going to happen with those two. This is totally Keith-centric! Glad you love it! And thanks for protecting me; I haven’t been on here long enough to start threatening people with anything. Maybe I’ll just use a spoon? And no worries about the overly dramatic scream/weirdness; I’m super weird too lol. HockeyChick37: Haha yay food eating contest! I’d better watch out then lol! But I just told CP, now I’ve got a spoon!! *branishes spoon* en guarde!
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Post by ladylightning on Apr 12, 2011 15:59:53 GMT -5
I AM OH SO SORRY! :/ ~!~!~!~!~!!~!~!~!~ When I surfaced, I shot them both a challenging grin, “Oh, you boys are gonna get it now…” And lookie there, they both looked legitimately worried.I began stalking my way toward them, probably looking pretty terrifying with my bruised face and running makeup. “Oh, Lord,” Ryan backed away, his bright eyes wide as he looked from me to Keith, who was mimicking his actions nervously, “this was all his idea, darlin’, believe me…” “Doesn’t matter,” I replied with a predatory smile, now backing him up onto the shore; I’d get Keith later… Ryan stumbled back, only to be blocked by George. Ah, my hero! The latter grinned, shoving a panicking Ryan back towards me. “Here; we’ll give ye a hand, Von darling,” Paul chuckled as he and Neil lunged through the water toward Keith, who let out an amusingly worried yell and tried to dive away. “Damo, wanna give me a hand?” I questioned, shooting him a wicked grin, only to find myself surprised by the look he was shooting me. Face flushing, I guess I must not’ve looked too bad after all, judging by the starry-eyed expression on his face. His neck and face were quickly coloring and he was unconsciously clenching and unclenching his fists. He didn’t blink or look away from me once. I realized then that I was in a white dress – thankfully it had enough of a layer underneath to prevent everything from showing and I had underwear on, but still, it was clinging and nearly see-through. Ryan, in a brave act of redemption (at least, that’s what he said later on), tackled me back into the water. He got a slap on the back of the head when we resurfaced and I tried to dunk him several times for throwing me in the first place, but ultimately I was rather grateful. I hadn’t realized Damo was attracted to me… it was probably just a mixture of the dress and teenage hormones, right? Ryan managed to swim away from me and laughed when I shrieked at something being thrown over my head, temporarily blinding me. They all joined in when I squealed, “I’m bliiiiiiiind!!” but no one offered to help. Jerks. I pulled the shirt from my head; it was the flannel short-sleeve George had had on earlier, now soaked but nice and long, covering me completely. Shooting him an appreciative smile, I made my way toward him as he stood on the sand in his undershirt, arms spread wide, “Thanks, George; you’re so nice, did you know that?” He was having no part of it; so far, he hadn’t gotten wet. I was completely surprised about that; the boys played around with him so much, I was sure one of them would’ve gotten him already. But nope, looks like that was my job. Plus, I was hoping to make Keith as relaxed and unsuspecting as possible before I pounced on him, too. George started backing away, though he wasn’t quick about it. He probably figured that now that the guys had seen me gunning for him, they’d give me a hand and he’d be powerless to stop them. And I think he just liked goofing off and horsing around as much as the next person. I took off at an awkward run through the knee-deep water, hit the shore, and jumped at him. Of course, he was expecting it and didn’t get pulled down like my dear Keith did, but laughed and twirled me around. This, though, distracted him enough to only notice Paul and Keith when it was too late. Wiggling myself out of his grasp just in time, I dodged the two lads as they jumped him and dragged him to the shore. Shoved by two strong men at the same time, George toppled over with an impressive splash. As Paul dove back into the water, Keith turned on the sand and gave me a taunting look. Was I going to try and get back at him? He didn’t think so, or else he wanted to see me try. And try I would. When he dove back into the water, I followed, keeping myself underwater for as long as I could. I found a pair of legs and, hoping it was Keith, I gave an almighty bite to his calf. He jerked away in surprise and I had to surface quickly before I drowned myself laughing. The others were bent double as Keith hopped on one leg, his expression one of pure disbelief and shock. He’d laugh about it later, but now he inquired, “Did ye jus’ bite me, love?” The look on his face was absolutely priceless – his beautiful eyes were stunned, yet that twinkle still persisted, his hair was plastered to his face, and his mouth was agape. I was doubled over instantly. “Ah, ye know ye liked it, Keith-o,” Neil said between laughs, wiping a tear or two from his eye. “Well, I’d’a liked it better if it wasn’t me leg!” he replied with a laugh of his own, shooting me a wink, those adorable dimples flashing. I’d have been more flustered at the look if I wasn’t trying not to pee myself. My laughs had gone silent and I just shook, mouth open and eyes filling with tears. My nostrils had a habit of wiggling the harder I laughed and when I saw that, I just laughed harder. The guys found my predicament all the more amusing and the more they laughed, the more I laughed. I’m sure, if anyone was around, that we looked like morons. And I was loving every minute of it. ~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~! I was exhausted as I lay on the sand, hoping to dry out some before I got back into Keith’s car. Didn’t want to ruin the upholstery, did I? The others followed my lead, though they sat around and joked about our day. Mostly at my expense, with the soccer ball to the face, getting tossed by Keith and Ryan… no one brought up Damo’s ogling, but I had the feeling he’d be in for it when I was out of earshot. As it was, I contented myself to listening to their melodic accents and sleepily contributed when I had a thought here or there. “So Vonnie, when d’ye have t’ meet th’ family yer stayin’ with?” Damian questioned. I had to give him props; he only sounded slightly nervous. “Tomorrow afternoon,” I answered, cracking an eye open and glancing over at the little powwow. My eyes narrowed immediately in suspicion; Keith wasn’t there. And it wasn’t even that I was worried about him – though the thought had crossed my mind; what was he going to do to me? I think we were going to have a little thing now, always trying to get back at each other – playfully of course. I was due for payback for the bite to the leg. “Where do they live?” Paul questioned, flicking a pebble at me. Deftly swatting it away, I propped myself up on an elbow and turned to face them, “Near Phoenix Park, which is awesome. I can come into Dublin whenever I want.” Really, it was only about a seven minute drive from the McKenzie house, the family I’d be staying with for my trip. “An’ that’s good, cuz we’ll be in Dublin for a while, doin’ the recordin’,” Neil replied with a grin, “ye can keep us company.” “Sure,” I replied with a laugh, “as long as you don’t try and call me during class or anything…” Thankfully, I was signed up for three classes a week, every other day, so I wouldn’t be overloaded and unable to spend time with them. Now that I knew them, I was definitely looking forward to hanging out as much as possible. Especially with a certain blond… ah, there he is, I thought, watching him return from the parking lot’s direction, guitar in hand. Seeing me up from my near-sleeping state, he didn’t look away, that charming smile planted firmly on those thin, pink lips of his. Whatever reaction I should’ve had while I was laughing had doubled this one. I tried hard to keep my hands from trembling and my heart from trying to beat its way right out of my chest. My face was heating up immediately, but I couldn’t find the urge to look away. Then I remembered Damian. That made me look away; if he did like me, I didn’t want to make it so blatantly obvious that I didn’t like him that way. heck, I didn’t even want anyone else to see that I felt something way beyond friendship for the Irish surfer, but I couldn’t feel guiltier when that person was Damian. Randomly sticking my tongue out at the youngest member as an excuse for looking his way and getting the lad to laugh, I returned to the conversation, “But yeah, I’m staying with this family, the McKenzies. They’re around my parents age; I think they have two kids, younger than me…” “Aye, well if they have a lad, here’s hopin’ he leaves ye be,” George commented, now back in his flannel after my dress had dried enough. “He doesn’ wan’ us comin’ after him, now does he?” Keith added, his fingers fiddling with the keys of the guitar, tuning it up. He seemed to miss the pointed looks the others exchanged – they were excellent at that, mind you – but I didn’t. That blush came back full force. Of course, I could take care of myself well enough, but the idea of the guys, especially Keith, coming to my aid was touching. “Wish we coulda brought th’ girls wit’ us today,” George sighed wistfully. He had told me they weren’t feeling that well this morning, but they, especially his little girl, wanted to meet me after the whole fiasco with the car yesterday. “Next time, then,” Ryan said with a grin and an easy shrug, “not like this is th’ only time we’ll be seein’ Miss McLeod, now is it?” “Who?” Damian questioned, brow furrowed in mock confusion, sending me one of those impish grins he was an absolute pro at. He dodged the stick that I threw at him and held his hand to his heart, “That hurts, Vonnie!” “No, but it will when I get through with you,” I shot back, laughing as Paul and Ryan ‘oooh’ed. “Play us somethin’ good, Keith,” George nudged his young friend playfully in the shoulder, almost knocking him down. I swear, that man’s like a big teddy bear. Keith chuckled and acquiesced, playing an Irish tune that I was familiar with but couldn’t for the life of me name. The lads began to sing along, looking just as happy and amused as they had the day before in the recording studio. They really did love each other. It was adorable. I, on the other hand, wiggled my toes to the beat and watched the handsome blond do his thing. His eyes either got a faraway look or closed completely as he played and hummed along, utterly lost in the music. That’s how I got when I was writing; it was consuming. The song switched suddenly to something in knew very well. In fact, it was my absolute favorite song. His eyes flicked to me only briefly as he sang the first line, “Oh the longer the waiting, the sweeter the kiss…” But it was enough to make my toes curl and for a very warm feeling to settle deep inside. Oh dear, I had fallen hard. ~!~~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~! DON’T SPEAR ME! Lol… um, yes I’m very sorry for the lack of updating. When the semester’s over (three weeks mind you!), I should have more time to update often. Here’s hoping… *fingers crossed*. OH by the way, that song, The Longer The Waiting (The Sweeter The Kiss), really is my absolute favorite song in the history of songs lol. Best version I’ve heard is by one of my faves, Josh Turner. It is SUCH a beautiful song; if you’ve never heard it, go youtube it. GO! ryankellyissexy: thankie thankie! So glad you liked it hockeychick37: Hmm, well, um, I dunno where lol. Or when. Whenever and wherever! Yeah, there we go lol! CP: THANKS! Haha it’s something I pictured myself doing so I was like, yeah, gotta put that in there haha! SPOON! It’s my weapon of choice, when I’m fighting a person or hunger lol. celticbear: Thanks so much! Haha oh definitely! Good thing about Georgie-boy interrupting was that they didn’t do anything embarrassing in front of the others lol. Not like they don’t know what’s going on; it’s painfully obvious (except maybe to Damo haha). Falling4ct: Thanks so much! Hope you like this one too Galwaygirl7: Aw thanks!!
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Post by ladylightning on Apr 28, 2011 17:32:50 GMT -5
Holy jeez, I wasn’t expecting such a big response to this story! Or is it just my lack of updates?? Hmm, while I ponder that, here’s the next part! ~!~!~!~!~!~!~! The song switched suddenly to something in knew very well. In fact, it was my absolute favorite song. His eyes flicked to me only briefly as he sang the first line, “Oh the longer the waiting, the sweeter the kiss…” But it was enough to make my toes curl and for a very warm feeling to settle deep inside.
Oh dear, I had fallen hard.I hadn’t meant to think that at the time, but now, sitting on my hotel bed for the last night, I had all the time in the world. It wasn’t that he had been singing the most beautiful song ever written, pouring his heart and soul into each line (though I was struggling to breathe through the whole thing). Plain and simple, it was everything about him. His smile, his personality, his humor, his beautiful blue eyes, his talent, his accent… I could go on and on. And frankly, I was terrified. I mean, how long had I been in Ireland? How much did I really know about Keith Harkin aside from what I had known of him already from the DVDs and the short time I had known him personally? Maybe I should spend less time with him? “When heck freezes over,” I scoffed, rolling my eyes upward and throwing myself back onto the bed with a huff. I glared at the ceiling for no particular reason; was I mad at him? No, of course not. It wasn’t like he approached me, stuck out his hand and said, “Hullo, Vonnie love, m’ name’s Keith an’ I’d love fer ya t’ fall head over heels fer me… How’s tha’ sound t’ you?” Though, it was funny to picture. Well, with classes coming up and moving into the McKenzies’ house, I’d probably have to hold back on the Keith-sightings. That and he’d be recording and probably touring soon. The thought of not seeing him, especially if I had just told myself I was terrified of being in love with him, should’ve been welcoming. But nope, Vonnie McLeod was sitting on her bed, heart sinking low into her stomach at the very thought. Not fun. Growling slightly, I flipped onto my stomach and faced the television. Flipping it on, I could hopefully find something to distract me from my mind’s incessant ramblings (which were all focused on one thing; bet ya can’t guess what it is…). “Well Mary, this London’s a wonderful sight…” My thumb quickly darted for the ‘off’ button, but my mind seemed to have shut down. I stared at his handsome face as it took up the entire screen (it was a big screen, too) and listened to him sing and strum along with his guitar. He was mesmerizing; if I hadn’t known that before when he had me staring blankly, unblinkingly at him on the beach, I knew it now. “I wonder how many girls would kill to have even spent the day with you, Keith,” I muttered, propping my chin up on my fist. Thousands, maybe a million? Wouldn’t doubt it…And so, eyes drooping, I fell asleep to Keith’s melodious voice and I couldn’t help but think, I’d love to do that every night…~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~! The next morning, I finally checked out of my hotel. I could almost squeal with excitement, but I think the hotel employees were freaked out by me as it was, so I kept that bottled inside (I let it out once I reached the parking lot). Glancing around the lot, I picked out George’s car almost immediately. He had offered to drive me over to the mechanic’s while we were relaxing on the beach and, well, I didn’t want to walk there. Keith hadn’t been there to offer but I’m sure he would have. Then again, Paul had made it a point to inform me that they would be doing a majority of recordings with Keith all day, so he wouldn’t have been able to take me even if I asked. And I didn’t even ask. I began toting my luggage over to his car when, surprise, surprise, Paul himself popped out of the driver’s side (aka the passenger’s side). He didn’t jog over to me; he wasn’t in a hurry. Then again, with a strut like that, who needs to hurry? He smirked when I gave him a wild wave and a broad grin. We met halfway and he gave me a warm hug, “Morning, Von darlin’. Ready to go?” At my nod, he hoisted a duffel bag over his shoulder and picked up the rest, before heading back to George’s car. “Well, George, I must say, you look very different from the last time I saw you,” I teased, reaching out and touching his spiked hair, “I didn’t know hair plugs worked that quickly… or,” I squeezed his arm, “that you could tone up in less than twenty-four hours… How’d you do it?” “Ah, well, a magician never tells his secrets, right?” he questioned, quirking an infamous eyebrow as he put my belongings in the back seat, running a hand along his jaw, “you didn’t mention how much more handsome I got…” “Well, that just goes without saying, George,” I answered, shrugging and climbing into the sweltering car. Another hot day in Ireland. My hair was already starting to frizz. Paul chuckled slightly and we set off toward the mechanic. He glanced over at me before supplying, “George couldn’t come today. Phil changed up the recording on us; it’s mostly his and Keith’s stuff today.” “Well, at least it wasn’t because he was sick or someone else tried to run him off the road,” I smiled, “is it another full day of recording or just for a few hours?” “Hmm, I think it’s gonna be all day,” he replied with a semi-disappointed smile on his face, one hand on the wheel, “I’ve got to get back as soon as I drop you off; Phil’s on a bit of a rampage lately. Thinks we’ve been goofing off too much…” He shot me one of his accusatory looks (I swear, I think he reserved those specifically for me…) and I held my hands up in defense. “Is he upset with me?” I questioned uneasily, “I mean, I can stop hanging out with you guys so much… if it’s messing up work and everything…” Paul let out a laugh and shook his head fervently, blue eyes glittering as he shot me a smile, “No, that’s not necessary… he’s just a little stressed, I think. He and Sharon actually want to meet you.” “Really?” I questioned, interest piqued beyond piquing point. Who would turn down meeting those two?? “Aye,” he nodded, “ and…,” here’s where he turned mischievous, “can ye imagine what Keith’d do if anyone told him he couldn’t see Vonnie-love? You should’ve seen him when we told him George was supposed to pick you up?” He chuckled to himself and I wanted to know all about it. “What’d he say?” I think I sounded a little too intrigued because his mischievous smile turned devilish. I tried not to blush under his smirking, scrutinizing gaze but I think I failed… miserably… “Well, he wanted to know when we had decided who would drive you to the mechanic’s today and he sounded, well, very put out,” Paul replied, his solemn tone belied by the twinkle in his eyes, “disappointed that he wouldn’t get to take you there. And when Ryan said, ‘Keith-o, it’s only a twenty minute drive’, he shot him a rather dirty look. Wouldn’t say why, though… Vonnie, dear, I think you’ve ensnared our blond beach bum.” Giggling – partially out of nervousness and partially because Paul actually said ‘beach bum’ – I glanced out of the window, a small smile on my face. I could certainly picture that whole scene, down to the slightly steely glint in Keith’s normally bright, cheery eyes. “So?” “So what?” I questioned. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to know, but I had a very good idea. And I had the feeling, what little I knew of Paul Byrom, that he was very, very persuasive. “ So?” he repeated, disbelief etched in his smooth, cultured accent, brow furrowed, “what do you have to say to that? I just said that you’ve got Keith wrapped around your finger and you just giggle and look out the window… you’ve got to give me more than that, darling…” “Um, what’s there to say?” I questioned, hoping I didn’t sound half as meek as I thought I did, avoiding his gaze. That’s how they trap you, you see… Unfortunately, he grabbed my chin and gently turned me to face him. dang, he had me locked in now. Stupid soulful blue eyes. At least it’s not Keith though… I had to reason, how embarrassing would that be? “Vonnie, I just want to know what you think of Keith,” he replied, an innocent grin on his face, “I mean, it’s rather obvious but I want to hear you say it. I promise I won’t tell him…” “Isn’t that what torturers say when they’re getting information out of someone?” I questioned, quirking a brow of my own. He gave me an ‘oh please’ look, complete with an eye roll and I knew there was no use. He was going to either get it out of me or he’d assume (correctly)… whether he told Keith or not, well, I’d have to trust him on that one. “I am… very… very attracted to Keith, okay?” I replied, complete with a dramatic sigh, “are you happy now? Do you have a little bug planted in this car and he can hear our conversation right now?” Paul, still grinning from ear to ear at my admission, shot me a curious glance, “Von, darling, are you always this paranoid?” “When it comes to something like this, yes,” I replied, crossing my arms as we reached the mechanic’s. My lovely orange Mini Coop was gleaming in the sun, headlights as good as new. When I hopped out of the car, I turned back, giving him a pleading look, “You promised you wouldn’t tell him… please keep that…” “But Vonnie, what if I told…” “No! No buts, Paul,” I held up a hand, giving him my best puppy dog eyes, “please don’t say a word about this.” I stared, never relenting on that pleading look, until he sighed, defeated. Grinning triumphantly, I jerked my head toward my suitcases, “Help me with my bags?” And he said Keith had a dirty look… ~!~!~!~!~!~!~! After everything was taken care of and I was back in possession of my precious vehicle, Paul and I parted ways and I headed toward the McKenzies’. I couldn’t help but be nervous at the fact that I actually admitted to one of his closest friends that I was attracted to Keith. But Paul had said it was obvious, so what could I do? Pray that he doesn’t say anything, that’s what…The McKenzie home was a decent-sized, two-story building, made of a soft orange brick. It was across from the park, which had been one of the most exciting parts about it. As memories of my day in the park with the lads filtered through my mind, I knocked and waited for someone to answer the door. It didn’t take long and a stout, motherly woman opened the door, her dirty blonde hair tied up in a hasty, messy bun. She had a warm smile on her face and my heart sank; she reminded me so much of my mother. I’d have to call her when I got settled, if I didn’t start crying first. “Siobhán?” she questioned, her voice holding a soft, lilting accent that I was getting increasingly used to hearing. “Yes, ma’am,” I smiled, offering her my hand. Surprisingly, she gathered me into an almost crushing hug, ushering me into the house. “Oh, dear, call me Lila,” she smiled, calling up the stairs for her children, “I’ll have Sean grab yer thin’s from th’ car; are ye hungry? Have ye eaten? Oh, look at ye, yer so pretty!” Laughing, I thanked her and told her lunch would be lovely. Her two kids, Sean and Marie raced down the steps and smiled brightly. Marie looked like her mother but so much younger, with bright blue eyes and a cheery smile. She had to be seventeen, if that. And Sean was tall and lean, like Damian, with a mop of nearly black hair and a dimple in his chin. He was probably a year or two older than his sister. “Kids, this is Siobhán; Siobhán, dear, these are me beautiful babies,” Lila stated with a proud beam. As I shook their hands, I smirked to myself. Maybe Marie and Damo needed to meet…~!~!~!~!~!~!~~!!~! Sorry, no Keith in this one, but mentions of him! That’s gotta count for something right? He’ll be in it next chapter Sorry it’s taken so long, the semester’s wrapping up - Finals week next week ugh… Haha, I’ve never gotten this many threats, not even with all my stories on FF.net!! CP: haha glad you loooove it!! Haha Damo is cute but definitely Keith/Vonnie all the way! Though, I actually was liking the thought of Paul/Vonnie when I was writing them together… But never! It’s totally Keith 13-15 pound dog? What is it lol? Hockeychick37: Sorry for the delay!! Mm, you could send him after me lol, he’s cute I love hockey fights by the way! Yayy hockey fights! Oh and what kind of dog is your friend’s? hah puppehz! celticbear: haha I can just see Damo doing that! Yeah, good old George, he’s such a sweetie And here’s Damo’s gal ;D Miriamkiska: here ya go! =) you can keep the furry cat with sharp claws, we have five! Lol I do like Shakespeare though! Celticthunder1510: the impish grin worked lol! Sorry it took forever, I don’t like leaving stories without updating for so long :/ Angelenia100: Here!! Enjoy! Oh you have a horse? That’s awesome! I love horses lol, just not when people sic them on me!
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Post by ladylightning on Aug 25, 2011 12:49:29 GMT -5
I'M SOOO SORRY I'VE KEPT YOU ALL WAITING!! And I'm sorry to say it'll be a little longer! I've had a ridiculous summer and I'm trying to graduate this semester, so my schedule is JAM PACKED! especially with work in there too... So I don't know when I'll be able to update again, and I'm really sorry cuz you all probably thought this was an update. I will update whenever I can, believe me, I love writing about the guys! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!!
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Post by ladylightning on Oct 2, 2011 18:25:23 GMT -5
“Kids, this is Siobhán; Siobhán, dear, these are my beautiful babies,” Lila stated with a proud beam.
As I shook their hands, I smirked to myself. Maybe Marie and Damo needed to meet…
It wasn’t hard to settle into life in the McKenzie house; they were so much like my own family, it was easy as pie to get along with the trio. Lila was as sweet as could be, as much like my own mother as I predicted her to be. Sean was your typical teenage boy, an avid soccer fan and constantly playing video games. He’d get along fabulously with Aaron, my little brother. And Marie was quiet, but could giggle up a storm, gossiping with the best of them when I got her on a good subject, namely attractive men. If I got her together in a room with Julie, they’d never shut up… With no father in the picture, I couldn’t really compare my dad to anyone, but just thinking about them all made me grab the phone as soon as I hauled my suitcase into the guest room they had set up for me.
Everyone was eager to hear from me, especially my younger siblings. I think they were panicking, not having their oldest sister around – I didn’t like it either. Part of me couldn’t wait to get back home, but really, I couldn’t pass up this opportunity. Dad wanted to know all about what happened to the car, exceedingly glad that I was alright and wishing me luck on my classes. Mom drilled me on the guys, having already heard about my accident, and the family I was staying with. She was beyond happy that I had gotten paired with a nice family – so was I. Aaron didn’t have much to say, always sort of awkward on the phone. He told me how classes were going – he had just started his freshman year at college and was really enjoying it, apparently. I was glad to hear it, especially when I wasn’t there (we were attending the same college, you see) to give him a hand. And Julie, well, Julie was as envious as I had pictured her to be. She wanted to know, in detail, every little thing that had happened between me and the lads. Of course, she chalked everyone’s every word or look to them being head over heels for me – Paul’s winks, Ryan’s use of ‘darlin’’… and don’t even get me started on her responses to Keith. When she drilled me about Damo, I had to grin.
So her little crush on him hadn’t disappeared… I told her what I could of the boy, excluding his embarrassing incidences with me, and listened to her sigh jealously, “Vonnie, why didn’t I talk Dad into letting me go with you?” I could see her twirling her blonde hair as she sprawled across my bed, going through my books or CDs. She was like that, but I had to love her.
“Because there’s no way he would have said yes,” I replied easily, peering out of the upper floor window, down onto the park, where I would be spending my month, “I can’t keep you with me all the time and I definitely can’t let you roam Ireland alone… but I do wish you were here…”
“Maybe you could persuade him…,” Julie perked up, her tone hopeful.
“No way, sis,” I smirked, picturing her smile drop immediately, “I’m not facing Dad’s wrath just to bring you here… But maybe I’ll get you an autograph and send it home, hmm?”
“Really?!”
Well, that seemed to do the trick… Grinning, I nodded, “Of course; I’ll even get it by one of the guys…”
“Funny,” she noted dryly, before the smile returned to her voice and she informed me, “You’re the best, Von… I gotta go; homework beckons…” She sounded less than enthused. “Love you, dear…”
“Love you, too, lovely,” I stated with a laugh.
“Kiss Keith hello for me, yeah?”
“You’re lucky I can’t reach you through the phone, Julie-girl,” I warned, though I had to laugh, “bye.” With that, I hung up the phone, turning to the desk that Lila had set up for me, claiming it was absolutely no problem to do.
Hauling out my laptop from the nearest suitcase, I flicked it on, doing my regular email scan. I had dozens of junk – yay for me – and one from a certain blond Irishman. Heart in my throat, I clicked it open, scanning over the contents with an ever-growing smile.
We had exchanged addresses before we had left the beach and, in all the excitement, I never had a chance to check it.
Vonnie-girl,
So I hear Paul dropped you off at your new “home”, yeah? How is it? I thought about texting you, but figured you’d be on the phone all night. How right was I?
“How ‘bout spot-on, Keith, dear,” I muttered, biting my lip and grinning.
Anyway, I have a proposition for you. Ryan was surprised that I actually knew the word ‘proposition’… I tackled him for it. Nice, right?
“Oh, yes, I can picture that,” I snorted, laughing, “kinda hot…”
Anyway, I am doing absolutely nothing tonight and the lads all seem to be busy. So, back to that proposition… If you are, by chance, just as bored as I am and in need of a little entertainment, I’d be more than happy to drive by your place and pick you up. I have been told I make an excellent tour guide and even better company… then again, that was my mother… Just kidding, love; hopefully you knew that…
I wasn’t giggling for no reason, was I? Marie knocked on the door and peered in, questioning curiously, “Everything okay, Von?”
“Oh, yeah; just a message from a guy I met the other day,” I replied, unable to wipe the smile from my face, “he seems to have the ability to make me laugh no matter what…”
She gave me a questioning look, one I nodded to, and she approached, glancing over the email over my shoulder.
Either way, let me know; shoot me a text when you’re done reading this or when you get off the phone with your family, yeah?
-Keith
“He sounds like great craic, Von,” Marie smiled, sitting on the edge of my bed, “is he really as cute as he looks on screen?” Of course she knew who Celtic Thunder was, claiming that Paul was the most gorgeous of the group; I was still debating about telling him that – I really didn’t want his head to grow any larger.
“Real life blows that out of the water,” I answered, reaching for my phone, “your mom won’t care if I go out tonight, will she? I mean, she’s cool about that, right?”
“Oh, yeah, she wasn’t expectin’ ye te wanna be here all the time,” she replied, rolling her eyes, as though she’d rather be going out with the two of us tonight instead of chillin’ at home. As nice as I would have been to offer, I really didn’t think Keith (or myself) would go for anyone else joining us. Oh yeah, Lila wouldn’t be too happy about it either…
“We should do something, though, like maybe tomorrow,” I suggested with a smile, texting Keith my reply (“You know where to go, right? I’ll be waiting on the porch =)”), “I’ll pick us up a movie or something.”
“That sounds cool,” Marie smiled, glancing at the clock on my wall and frowning, “I’ve got to go do some homework.” She shot me a hopeful smile, “Ye wouldn’t want to do it for me, would ye?”
“And miss out on a night out with Keith?” I snorted, shooting her a shooing wave, “I don’t think so. Nice try, though; if you and Julie met, you’d be hard to tell which one was which…”
She laughed, exiting the room and leaving me to get ready for my… was it a date? It sounded like one, but I couldn’t be too sure; he hadn’t specifically said one way or the other… Oh, God…
“Marie!”
She was obviously expecting this, because she immediately strolled back in and headed toward my suitcases, “What are your options?”
Laughing, I joined her in searching through my outfits for something cute to wear for Keith tonight. I didn’t really know what he was planning, but it didn’t hurt to look good for it, did it?
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Since it was right in the midst of summer, the sun was only barely on its way down when Keith’s noticeable yellow Volkswagen pulled up in front of Lila’s house. Hopping to my feet, dressed in a black denim skirt and a light, shimmering silver tank top, I shot a glance back toward the door, where I could see Marie and Lila ducking away from the window. Oh yeah, totally the Irish version of the McLeod family.
Keith hopped out of the car and jogged up to the steps, dressed in a pair of dark wash jeans and a black button-up shirt, the top view buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up just below his elbows. My heart lodged in my throat and I swear my eyes widened to the size of saucers. He looked gorgeous. His hair was swept perfectly to the side, his bangs falling into his face in a way that made me desperate to sweep it away.
I met him at the bottom of the steps, stepping into his warm, intoxicating hug, “Hey, there.”
“Hello, yourself, love,” he pulled back, kissing my cheek and sending a wave of gloriously pleasant chills across my skin, running his sparkling eyes over my form and grinning, “you look beautiful, Vonnie.” If his charming grin didn’t have me reeling, that certainly did.
Fighting the urge to turn and give Marie a thumbs-up, I just smiled and replied, “You’re one to talk, Mister Tall, Dark, and Handsome…”
He just laughed, dimples flashing, and pulled me to the car, linking his arm in mine, “Are you ready for a night on the town with one amazing lad?” He opened the door, gesturing toward the seat with a bow, eyes never leaving mine. I really could get used to the predatory look in those baby blues.
“Oh? Are we meeting him somewhere?” I feigned innocent, laughing as he shot me an unimpressed frown, “well, I most certainly am… What’s the plan, Keith?”
“I dun’ think I should tell ye, mean as you’ve been te me,” Keith pouted, though it faltered and broke into a breathtaking grin as he climbed into the car beside me, “I thought it’d be nice te take ye te an authentic Irish pub… I guess we’ll see what happens next, yeah?”
I don’t think he meant to sound quite so sexy but I found myself grinning, senses hyperaware of him, as I pressed a bold kiss to his stubbled cheek, “Sounds like a plan.”
Grinning dangerously, he pulled the car away from the curb and into the night.
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Okay, I just want to apologize for not updating for you guys! I really didn’t mean to take this long in between the update but life gets in the way, yeah? :/ School’s been super busy and life’s been hectic and I haven’t had a chance to write anything lately… Enough of that, though; I hope this makes up for my horrible updating skills!
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Post by ladylightning on Jan 24, 2012 23:52:02 GMT -5
I know this isn't an update, but I plan on posting one tomorrow, if anyone's still out there! Let me know if you guys are still into this story!
I know I've apologized dozens of times, but last semester was crazy. I graduated in December with a BA in history and a minor in political science, so I was busy as ever!
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Post by ladylightning on Jan 25, 2012 11:04:36 GMT -5
SQUEE! I'm glad you're all there!!! I just watched Storm yesterday and it got me back into my adoration for this story Keith jogged ahead of me as we reached the pub’s door, yanking it open and, with a sweeping gesture, waved for me to enter ahead of him. Sending him a small, almost nervous grin (what, the guy was gorgeous; I couldn’t help but be at least a little anxious), I brushed past him and into the dimly lit pub. It was crowded and noisy, the music from the band on stage blaring through the small building. As I took in my surroundings with a broad grin, he grabbed my hand and leaned down, his lips brushing my ear as he muttered, “Let’s find a seat, yeah?” I nodded and allowed the Irishman to lead me through the crowd, my warm, tingling hand never leaving his. We ended up in a small booth near the stage, and, as we slid into our seats, Keith shot me an impish, dimpled grin. “What’d’ya think?” he queried, running a hand through his soft, blond hair. Funny, my hand itched to do the same thing. “I love it,” I replied, looking over the place once more; the band finished up their latest song and a roar of applause swept through the room. The singer, a cute, tall young man – probably somewhere between Damian and Keith – waved and nodded, thanking the crowd and asking, in an incredibly thick accent, what the next song would be. “Good.” When I returned my attention to Keith, he was grinning, relief evident on his handsome face. What? Did he honestly think that wherever he took me, I wouldn’t have a good time? I was less concerned about the where and far more interested in the who. As a waitress swept up to our table, looking breathless but happy, Keith glanced at me, “What’re ya feelin’, Vonnie, love?” I hummed, taking a hurried glance at the menu, before simply settling on a lemonade. I’d rather not be drunk on my date with Keith, thank you very much. He ordered a Coke and the waitress sent him a warm smile before dashing off to another table. “Looks like someone thinks someone is cute,” I sang, swallowing whatever jealousy I might have felt toward the waitress after Keith flashed her a smile; really, I was only here for two months, not even the entire summer. What could happen between the blond and I in that short amount of time? “Aye, that’s true,” he grinned, bright eyes twinkling mischievously as he grabbed my hand and pressed a soft kiss along my knuckles. Well, lookie there, I had to be about as red as a tomato, though, thankfully, Keith didn’t mention it. He simply smiled as I returned the look – more embarrassed than anything – and rested our interlocked hands on the table. “So, darlin’ -,” oh God, it sounded ten times better coming from his adorable accent than it had from Paul or Ryan, “how d’ya like the family yer stayin’ with? The lad’s not givin’ ye any trouble, is he?” A dangerous glint bounced about a bit in his sky blue gaze, before dropping the minute I shook my head. “Of course not,” I laughed, shuddering at the thought. Nice of a kid as Sean was, he certainly wasn’t my type. Not to mention, he was a little too young for me. I tended to be attracted to guys that were older than me, hence, the man sitting across from me. “He’s nice, though,” I continued, shrugging easily, “they all are. Lila’s basically like my mom; if they weren’t thousands of miles apart, I’d probably say they were sisters.” Keith chuckled, a low, deep sound that had pleasant chills racing through me, but remained silent as I continued on with my story. He seemed pleased with the fact that I liked them all so much; he didn’t mention it, but I knew he was beyond overjoyed that Sean didn’t seem to be attracted to me. Really, that would have just made things awkward for me, so I was right there with him. The waitress returned with our drinks and asked if we wanted anything to eat. We decided to share a sample appetizer platter, though I’m sure he would have rather had a massive meal. “So how do you like touring?” I questioned, taking a sip of my drink, keeping an ear on the catchy music that a different band had kicked up, though, I had to admit, Keith had a way of distracting me, be it his charming grin, his accent, or those captivating eyes of his, “I would think it’s amazing.” “It is,” he acknowledged, glancing down at the table before returning his smiling gaze to mine. My heart skipped a beat – or six – at the warm, alluring grin on those pink lips of his. “Sometimes it gets tirin’, though.” At my curious, prodding glance, he continued, stiffening in his seat and grinning awkwardly, “Well, the attention is nice, not gonna lie… We get pretty girls throwin’ themselves at us all th’ time, but, I dunno, it’s too much.” Wow, to hear a guy say they didn’t like the constant throng of girls dropping at their feet and kissing their shoes was surprising, to say the least. Especially since Keith seemed like the kind of guy who would probably enjoy that. I guess looks could be deceiving; just because the guys back home at his age would be living it up with a life like that didn’t mean he was. And you know what? That just made him all the more attractive. “Okay, so besides that,” I laughed, running my thumb over the thick, silver ring on his thumb, studying it curiously before lifting my gaze to his steady, intense one, “what about the cities you go to? What’s your favorite one so far?” “Well, they’re all pretty cool,” he stated, rubbing his jaw thoughtfully, grinning suddenly, “I did like San Diego, though; the surfin’ there was amazin’…” “You still have to teach me how to do that, you know,” I laughed, giving him an admonishing look, “I’m holding you to that…” “If ye’d’ve brought yer bikini, maybe I coulda taken ye t’night,” he replied, amusement flicking through his eyes. God, he looked amazing in the dim lighting, his normally light eyes a shade darker, hooded in the pub’s dark atmosphere. “Hmm, I’d like to know what I’m doing before I try night surfing,” I replied with a dry laugh, shaking my head quickly at the thought. It was one thing to learn how to swim during the day, but learning something like that in the middle of the night seemed a little too risky for someone as accident prone as me. As it was, I clued him in on why exactly that would be a resoundingly horrible idea, “Knowing me, I’d fall off the board, go underwater, and not know which way to swim.” “Ah, ye know I wouldn’ let that happen, love,” he answered quickly, easily, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. Was it? “Well,” I grinned, somewhat flustered though I’d never let him in on that, “I know you wouldn’t, but it doesn’t really matter; you don’t have your boards and I don’t have my bikini…” He sighed, hand to his heart, and informed me seriously, somberly, “It’s a shame, I know. Maybe if I’d’ve put a little more thought inteh this instead o’ just askin’ ye…” “I think you put plenty of thought into this,” I smirked, arms folded across my chest as I pointed out, “if I recall, you did say this wasn’t the only stop tonight, right?” “Well,” he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “I di’n’ really have much of a plan; I was just gonna wing it, see if ye were havin’ a good time, an’ then see what happened…” “And that sounds like an awesome plan,” I informed him seriously, grinning broadly as a smile spread across that handsome face of his, his perfect dimples flashing, “sometimes you just have to go with the flow…” He nodded, glancing at the partially crowded dance floor and his dark, roguish grin found me once more, “I agree with that, love… Would ye like t’ dance, then?” Pfft, like I would pass that up? Catching his outstretched hand, I jumped from my seat and the two of us hurried out into the crowd. Some of them patted Keith on the back, cheering and ribbing him for finally making it out into the mass of dancers – I assumed he was a regular here, though, apparently, he didn’t usually bring girls. Thankfully – it would save me from loads of embarrassment later on, the dancing in the pub wasn’t any of that grinding crap that everyone did back home. It was just normal dancing, though, Keith and I managed to goof off and twirl, spin, and flail about the floor when we had the chance. Honestly, between you and me – and Keith, I suppose, now that he knows – I’m not the best dancer in the world (in fact, sucky would probably be the most appropriate term if anyone were to question my skills). Then again, though, the blond surfer currently spinning me about the floor wasn’t all that great either. After rounds of flashy, upbeat songs, the band drifted into a ballad, one that all the couples immediately fell in step with. Shooting Keith an awkward grin, I questioned, “You wanna go sit back down?” He shook his head, a small, amused grin tugging at his lips as he stared down at me with the utmost interest, “No.” He caught my waist and pulled me close and, resting my hands on his shoulders, we swayed a bit to the music. I couldn’t keep myself from grinning, considering exactly how jealous my little sister would be when she learned of the date; I even had the feeling Marie would be a little put out, despite Keith not being her favorite of the lads. “I’ve got an idea, Vonnie, love, fer where te go after this,” he commented quietly, resting his chin against my temple as we swirled to the melody, “I think you’ll like it.” “I’m game,” I replied with a laugh, gingerly placing my head against his chest. His heart beat rhythmically beneath my ear and I smiled softly, completely caught up in the music, the man, the moment. This was, by far, the best date of my life. Even though I didn’t recognize the song, I knew it was coming to a close and pulled back just enough to stare up into the Irishman’s face. He didn’t seem to like even that bit of distance between us, the trace of a pout on his attractive mouth as he stared down at me. His eyes had darkened, and it wasn’t just the lighting, the fervent glint in those vibrant orbs of his bringing me to a slow halt. He caught my chin with a finger, tilting my face up to meet his, and he slowly leaned in. My heart racing, I closed my eyes in anticipation of what I was sure to be an amazing kiss, when someone stumbled into me from behind, pitching me into his chest. Wide-eyed, I rounded on the drunkard, scowling darkly as he slurred an apology, laughing himself silly. “Watch where yer goin’, aye?!” Keith all but growled at the stranger, his jaw clenched and his stare hard. The man slowly stopped laughing, though all his buddies snorted and guffawed, shoving another drink into his hand. Grabbing Keith’s hand, I pulled him back to our booth, taking a sip of my drink and questioning, “Wanna go do this part two you were talking about?” His scowl lifted, though he did rub the back of his neck sheepishly, slipping some money from his wallet and leaving it on the table. Honey, don’t feel bad about the fact that you almost kissed me; feel bad that it didn’t happen… “C’mon, let’s get outta here,” he grinned, grabbing my hand and leading me from the crowded pub. Whatever the second part was, I found myself smiling wildly in anticipation. ~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~! It didn’t take long for us to reach our next destination. It was the same park from before, the one near the beach where he had kicked the soccer ball into my unwitting face. Laughing, I allowed him to open the door for me before hopping out. The streetlights were on now, dotting along the trail and casting a wide, orange glow. There wasn’t a soul around and, as Keith offered me his arm, that charming, promising grin on his face, I couldn’t help but be overjoyed at that fact. ~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~! So my friends! Here's another installment! please lemme know what you think and feel free to push me to write another one if I don't get to it right away!
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Post by DaughterofOphelia on Jan 25, 2012 14:00:16 GMT -5
I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Update soon please!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by meg_cahill21 on Jan 25, 2012 15:03:21 GMT -5
LOVEEEEDDD it!!!cant wait for the next update!!!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Jan 26, 2012 22:13:25 GMT -5
It was amazing <3 I really, really liked it!! haha and I'm not that big of a Keith fan, too... I can't wait to see what happens next... PS If Damo needs a girl, I volunteer Update!
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Post by celticbear on Jan 26, 2012 22:26:55 GMT -5
LADYL! This was the most perfect first date for Keith and Vonnie! I could just strangle that Drunk for bumping into Vonnie just when Keith was about to give Vonnie a Kiss that was sure to knock her off her feet! I WANT KEITH AND VONNIE'S FIRST REAL KISS IN THE NEXT UPDATE! And if you want to give Ryan a girl in this Story,I Volunteer! Ryan is my second FAV! Just in case you decide to do it. My real name is Treena.
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Post by CelticPrincess24 on Feb 6, 2012 10:31:22 GMT -5
Great great great update! Loved it! Although, the dancing part. I just have a question. xD Cause I think of silly things like this to ask... Would Vonnie eve be able to reach Keith's shoulders? I thought she was really short? Like 5'1 or something? Keith's like 6'2. I'm like Vonnie, and I know a few people who are like as tall as Keith and dancing with my hands on their shoulders would be extremely awkward. Not to mention Keith wouldn't be able to reach her head unless he bent down quite a bit. But in all, I loved it really and the dancing scene really was cute. I can't wait for another update!
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Post by meg_cahill21 on Feb 6, 2012 15:02:04 GMT -5
haha...CP, ur short...like a midget...haha...sry, i had 2 say tht, i havent insulted u in 4EVER so tht one was coming...hahaha...
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