and i realized.
i hate watching tv
actually i dont
cause i love the e channel
like my next best friend kinda thing
but besides that
tv is boring fishnuts
so i watched smallville
i remember i went through a phase where i absolutely loved it.
well its interesting
but i have no patience for commercial breaks
oh and i found out
brothers and sisters is airing their last episode this week.
so sad!
and i caught a bit of america's next top model. and i like two models the best
Chantal and Shaleisha
or something
haha.
their the prettiest for most definetely.
oh well. i hope one of them win! :)
so i have alot of studying to do
i think i've got like 30-50 chapters of science to finish
and like 14 chapters of math
and 10 chapters of econz * at least*
so much studying
so little time
so i'm off to study econz and science.
and i did some math test
and i got 50%
yey me :)
Someone took the stool beside Kate and bumped her shoulder. Her drink sloshed, and she cupped her hands around her warm mug
'Sun Valley Ale', a masculine voice next to her ordered.
'Draft or bottle?' the bartender asked.
'Bottle's fine'.
As much as Kate would love to live out one of her fantasies, she knew it would never happen because she could not turn off the PI in her head. The one that, at a crucial moment, would decide she needed a background check first.
The scent of crisp night air suddenly surrounded her head, and she slip her gaze from her mug to the green plaid flannel rolled up thick forearms. A gold Rolex was strapped around his left wrist, and a thin silver band circled his middle finger.
'Do you want this on your room tab?' the bartender wanted to know.
'Nah, I'll pay for it now.' His voice was low and a little rough as he reached for his wallet in the back pocket of his Levi's. His elbow brushed hers as she ran her gaze up the green flannel of his arm to his big shoulders. The ceiling light above shone down on him and picked out variegated gold in his brown hair. Unruly and finger-combed, his hair covered his collar and the tops of his ears. A Fu Manchu mustache framed his wide mouth, and he'd grown a soul patch just below his full bottom lip.
Her gaze continued upward to a pair of deep green eyes staring back at her across his broad shoulder, past all the greens on his shirt. His lids looked a little heavy, like he was tired of he'd just gotten out of bed.
She swallowed. Hard.
'Hello', he said, and his voice just seemed to pour through her like her hot buttered rum.
Holy Mary mother of God! Had thinking about her badass fantasy man conjured him up? He wasn't a blond, but who cared? 'Hello' she managed, as if the hair on the back of her neck hadn't started to tingle.
'It's a beautiful night to hit the slopes. Don't you think?' he asked.
'Spectacular,' she answered, although her mind wasn't on skiing. The guy was big. The kind of big that came from genetics and physical labor. She'd guess he was in his mid to late thirties.
'Lots of new powder.'
'That's true.' Kate pressed her fingertips into the warm porcelain mug and fought the urge to play with her hair like she was in eight grade. 'Gotta love all that fresh powder.'
He turned on his stool to face her, and her heart just about stopped. He was even better that her fantasy man and her fantasy man rocked.
'So why aren't you out there?' he asked.
'I dont ski,' she confessed.
Surprise lifted one brow and the corner of his mouth. 'You don't?'
You'd never mistake this mad for a male model. Never see his face pushing Dolce & Gabbana or him lying on the beach in a Gucci suit. He was too big. Too masculine. Too male. The full impact of him all too real.' No. Just passing through. It's been snowing so hard, I had to stop for the night.' He has a tiny white scar just below his soul patch, and his nose looked like it had been broken. It was hardly noticeable really, but Kate was trained to notice everything about a person's face. And studying this man's face was pure pleasure.
'Hope it clears up.' He snugged the beer bottle in his right hand. 'I'm heading out for Bogus Basin in the morning.'
'Are you a ski bum?'
'During the winter months, pretty much. After Bogus, we'll hit Targhee and Jackson Hole before heading to Colorado.'
We'll? 'Are you here with friends?'
'Yeah, my buddies are still out on the slopes.' He hooked the heels of his boots on the bottom rung of his stool, and his wide-spread knees brushed the outsides of her thigh.
The casual touch did something to her insides. It wasn't exact instant, remorseless lust, but it was something. 'Why aren't you out there with them?' As in male friends, Men didn't generally refer to female friends as buddies.
He raised the beer to his lips. 'Knees acting up,' he answered and took a long drink.
But there was a little doubt in her mind that this guy had a woman in his life. Probably more than one. 'Skiing with buddies on Valentine's Day?'
He watched her through those green eyes of his as he lowered the bottle. 'Is it Valentine's Day?' he asked and sucked a drop of beer from his top lip.
Kate smiled. The fact that he didn't know mean he probably didn't have anyone serious in his life right now. 'Every year on the fourteenth of February?'
He looked about the room as if really seeing it for the first time. 'Ahh. That explains the hearts.'
Her gaze lowered past the mustache framing his mouth and chin, down the wide column of his thick neck to the hollow of his tan throat. 'I think we're the only two in here who aren't a couple.'
edit: just cause you had a bad dream, doesnt mean its going to come true.
listening to: Smashmouth - All Star
feeling: weird
obsession: studies :D
craving: you
And just because i was about to call out for you doesn't mean i still like you <3
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