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Post by OLIVER GRAYSON WYATT. on Jul 9, 2012 22:47:35 GMT -5
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and some had scratches. it made me wonder about their past and as i looked around i began to notice that we were nothing like the rest we sleep until the sun goes down
there was nothing oliver loved more than being in the ocean. the only reason he kept his job at the surfer shack was so he could share his love with other people. well, that and it was a great opportunity to meet tourists who were looking for a vacation romance. right now, he was in the middle of teaching two college girls from georgia. oliver was straddling his surfboard, his legs in the water, as he watched the girls attempt to stand up. sometimes it was ridiculously hard not to laugh at their failed attempts. one of the girls had slipped and with a shrill shriek, she fell into the water. oliver had to turn his head into his shoulder to stifle his laugh. he wasn't even aware people were capable of making such a noise. "you're doing great! just keep trying." laughing softly, he gave her a thumbs up and grinned. it was a complete lie, but it seemed to give her the encouragement to climb back up on the surfboard.
a half-hour later, they were back on the beach and oliver had started a small conversation with them. it was more one-sided as most of the time, he just got giggles in return. while they made the short walk back to the surfer shack, oliver casually mentioned that if they needed someone to show them around town, he was free. once they were in the shop, he helped return the rentals and made a date to try surfing again. "hey, before you leave," oliver grabbed a pen and a business card from the counter. "i'm having a bonfire tonight at my place, you two should stop by. you know, if you're not doing anything." scrawling his address on the card, oliver handed it to them with a grin. "have a good day." waving to them as they left, he turned back and smiled with he saw boss.
"how long have you been standing there?" oliver questioned as he grabbed his shirt from behind the counter. he pulled the white, button-up shirt on, but left it open. as he walked from back around the counter, oliver took the clipboard that listed the rentals out and noticed it would be a couple hours before anybody was back. "what are you even doing here, come on, it'll be a while before someone comes around. take a long lunch break, we'll catch some waves, and get some food," he glanced at her, raising his eyebrow suggestively. work had never been really important to oliver and he just couldn't see why other people took it so seriously. granted, he was a terrible influence on most of his coworkers, but he couldn't help it.
even though boston was technically his boss, oliver didn't really care that he was asking her to skip work. he did realize that his monetary influence kept the place from firing him and sometimes oliver liked to take advantage of that. poking her in the side, oliver stuck his lower lip out in the best pout he had. "dooo it." there was even a hint of a whine in his voice and he gave boss another poke. "i'll even pay for lunch. you can't say no to that." |
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Post by BOSTON ELLA LYONS. on Jul 10, 2012 11:50:41 GMT -5
Boston had been stuck doing inventory all morning, and that had to have been her least favorite thing to do. Unlike most mornings she hadn’t got to surf, and well she was getting rather irritable because of it. Boss had already yelled at two teenagers about messing with boards she knew they couldn’t afford to purchase, and tossed a topless girl out for no shirt. Boston usually wasn’t that crazy about rules, but man when she got in moods like this, hell had no furry compare to her. So when Oli wandered in and she overheard him trying to pick up two girl she rolled her eyes. Something about him was far more annoying today than most. When he asked how long she had been standing there she laughed. “Long enough to know your game needs work.” she teased. Alright so maybe he being around wouldn’t be so bad today. Boston sighed as she tossed her damn clipboard. “I’m so tired of barcodes I could scratch my eyes out.” she said in a huff before leaning against the wall. When he asked her what she was doing, she shrugged. “Paper work, but I need a break before I go crazy.” she said with a groan. When he mentioned waves she smiled, lunch however not so much.
Ever since she had managed to get herself off drugs, she didn’t like to eat. Boston’s past addiction problems had left her with a body image problem, and well food had become her enemy. Although she was a happier person away from her family, her now ex, and her past addictions, some ghosts still remained. “I’ll take you up on some waves, but I’m not hungry.” she lied. The truth, she was starving, and would do anything for a fish taco. But knowing it would add some pounds steered her clear of her desire. She would distract herself with some waves, and then drink a ton of water, and half an apple and be fine. Yes fine, that’s what she kept telling herself anyway. “You know we could just close the shack for the rest of the day.” she said with a smile. Boston wasn’t going to get in trouble for that by any means. If business was slow, their owner would rather not pay them. “We will just tell Duncan it was crazy slow today, so we went to the beach to promote?” she said with a smirk. Alright it was settle they would close.
Boston rushed off to shut everything down, rang out a few people and locked the doors. “Ready?” she squealed happily as she raced to the back to get her board. Boston loved surfing, because it was the only time her mind was completely clear of her past. Well for the most part, being on a skateboard every now and then reminded her of Puppy. She hoped over time that those old memories would fade, and the guilt over her actions would disapate. He had his own life to live, and so did she. Sadly they were going to be the downfall, if not death of one another. He couldn’t say no to her demons, and she couldn’t motivate him to start a life for them. Sadly love would never fix it. Boston shook the thought as she met Oli at the door, board under her arm. “So about this beach party?” she said with a grin.
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Post by OLIVER GRAYSON WYATT. on Jul 10, 2012 22:15:49 GMT -5
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and some had scratches. it made me wonder about their past and as i looked around i began to notice that we were nothing like the rest we sleep until the sun goes down
oliver scoffed at her statement and picked up his phone to check if he had any messages. "uh, clearly not, 'cause guess who just texted me and said they can't wait for tonight?" with a triumphant smirk, he placed his phone back on the counter. "too easy." glancing at the papers behind the desk, oliver raised an eyebrow and made a face. he had never been one to work, which is why he never tried to get a position higher than instructor. "ew. that's what you get for being the boss though." oliver had never worked a day in his life, not really, and he still didn't quite grasp the concept that others had to work. he pushed through a couple of papers and when he failed to understand the writing on them, oliver gave up. shoving a hand into his hair, he shook his hair, letting water go everywhere.
boston agreed far quicker than oliver had anticipated. it took him aback for a second and he just stared at her. he was expecting her to at least put up a fight. the only thing that earned boston a look was the fact that she had turned down food. if there was anything more important to oliver than surfing, it was food. the amount that he spent active, meant that he had a good metabolism. plus, it was food. "you're going to have to watch me eat then," he grinned, knowing full well that he was going to get her food anyway. at her idea, he nodded, rather impressed. "look at that, you're better at cutting work than i am. sounds good, let's go." as boston started closing up shop, oliver grabbed his surfboard and his stuff. instead of offering help, he just kind of stood around. when he was 'working', oliver spent most of his time out of the shop and he had no idea where things were supposed to go.
when she finally finished, oliver was more than ready. he held the door open for her and waited for her to lock up before making his way back towards the beach. oliver laughed and shook his head when she asked about the party. "what about it? are you looking for an invite?" he teased, nudging her playfully. "it's just a bonfire, but seriously, you are more than welcome to come, but bring alcohol, or i'm not letting you in." finding a spot on the beach, oliver stuck his surfboard in the sand. he placed his stuff down and took off the shirt he had pulled on earlier. "race you out there?" |
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Post by BOSTON ELLA LYONS. on Jul 28, 2012 22:29:13 GMT -5
Boston laughed when Oliver through it back in her face that he indeed had game. She smirked, before crossing her arms over her chest. "Mmm nothing like waking up with herpes to start off your day." she teased before playfully pushing his shoulder. "I'm only kidding, well sort of. Some of the people who walk in here i wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole." she said making a disgusted face. "Yea easy should be the first warning sign that you probably don't want to tap that." she added. Boston often did this, especially when it came to Oliver. Even if he could be a pain in her ass sometimes, she still looked out for his well being. He was foolish in her eyes, yet at the same time she couldn't help but to envy the way he lived his life. Boss knew she would never be able to be that reckless and care free. The last time she had she had ended up addicted to some hardcore narcotics, and sleeping on a drug dealers couch with a man who would never really love her the way she needed. She frowned at the thought before quickly pushing it away. She couldn't dwell on the past because it would bring her in a depression she had just managed to get away from.
"Yeah your write. Maybe I should just assign it to you." she said smirking. That was something she would never do. She trusted Oliver, but she also knew how incredibly lazy he could be. Trusting him to sit and do something even she hated doing, probably wouldn't happen. When he mentioned eating she did her best to stop the frown that was forming on her face. Boston and food had never really gotten along. She hated what it did to her figure, and honestly she felt as though she really didn't need it. The bad side of that thought process however was the fact she was getting thinner and thinner, and didn't even seem to notice. "Only if you promise not to order me something, then guilt me into eating it." she said in a serious tone. Believe it or not this had happened in the past, and it made her incredibly defensive when it came to taking up someones offer to 'go' eat. "Just this once" she said sharply and quickly. She wanted to make it clear that this wasn't her usual behavior pattern, and that he shouldn't expect this to happen often.
"No." she spat defensively. So maybe she was fishing for an invite but she refused to let Oliver know that. Ever since moving to Cali she felt as though she was an outsider all over again. She hated the feeling of being friendless and alone, and well it wasn't seeming to get any better. "I just want to make sure I don't have a hungover or still intoxicated surf instructor on my hands tomorrow." she said in that typical management tone of hers. "We'll see." she said keeping up the lie that she really had no intention of going. She smirked placing her board down next to his, and stripping out of her clothes, until she was just in her forest teal colored bikini. Had she not had the body image problem she did, she would be horrified at how she looked. Boston had lost even more weight in the last couple weeks. Her collarbone was easily seen, her ribs not hard to find, and her hips, well you could see them at a glance. She was looking terrible, and how she kept up the energy she did would amaze anyone. "Alright your on." she said grabbing her board and running down the beach.
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Post by OLIVER GRAYSON WYATT. on Aug 2, 2012 15:41:48 GMT -5
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and some had scratches. it made me wonder about their past and as i looked around i began to notice that we were nothing like the rest we sleep until the sun goes down
when she pushed him, oliver arched an eyebrow and scoffed. "is that your way of asking if i'm clean?" he smirked, leaning against the counter. "the answer is yes. you know, for your information." oliver wasn't a complete idiot when it came to his health. seeing as he spent most of his childhood in and out of hospitals, he was very aware of his health. he was lucky to even be as healthy as he was today and other the occasional asthma flare-up, oliver was in the best shape of his life. “easy means less work for me. come on, it’s vacation. they come here looking for a good time and they find me,” he smirked, waving a hand down the side of his body. even if boss was one of the few people who actually cared about his well-being, oliver didn’t really care. he was rich and bored. seeing as how he had no plans to become the next tony stark or bruce wayne, oliver was perfectly content with his life. after glancing at the paperwork, oliver scoffed. “boss, i haven’t done a day of hard work in my life. and even though we’re friends, i’m not starting for you.”
as boss refused his offer for food, oliver’s eyes narrowed as he scanned her. she was way too skinny for his liking and now that he thought about, he’d never seen her eat. still, it wasn’t his place to say anything, so oliver kept his mouth shut. “all right, maybe next time then,” he grinned. oliver rolled his eyes at her sharp response. “i guess next time you’ll be missing out then.” as they headed out, oliver was not concerned with how boss closed up the shop. it was hard for oliver to keep the grin off his face at her violent ‘no.’ perhaps boss cared a little more than he realized. “i’m glad to see you care about me, but i don’t think i’m working tomorrow,” he shrugged. “so that means i can do what i want.” as she stripped down, it was natural instinct for oliver to look her over. with clothes on, it was easy to tell how skinny boss was, but now that she was just in her bikini, it was very obvious. oliver wasn’t one to push things, but he couldn’t help but show a slight bit of concern. “are you sure you don’t want to take me up on lunch?”
however, when boss started running towards the water. oliver dropped the subject and ran after her. the second he was deep enough in the water, oliver was already looking for waves. the second he spotted the first wave, he was paddling out towards it. thought it was a small wave, oliver still rode it with relative ease and passed up some of the amateurs trying their luck for the first time. after that, oliver sat on his board off the side, looking for boss. when he spotted her, he grinned and waved at her. "having trouble keeping up?"
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Post by BOSTON ELLA LYONS. on Aug 4, 2012 10:16:15 GMT -5
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"O god no." she spat out defensively. She wasn't asking if he was clean, that was none of her damn business or concern. Wasn't like she planned on ever crawling in bed with his egotistical ass. Matter of fact Boston hadn't been in anyones bed since leaving New York. Even though she had abandoned a man who deeply cared for her, she still felt terribly guilty whenever she thought of sleeping with someone other than him. Boss shook the thought, the last thing she wanted to do was become depressed over it. She had moved out to Cali to forget all about her past, and to have a decent shot at a new life without baggage. "eww eww eww I didn't want to know that." Boston said an adorable disgusted look crossing her face. It was almost as though she was fifteen all over again, and the mere thought of a herpes infected dick gave her the Willy's. "Still, eww. One of these times you are going to get stuck with a Grade A clinger and I'm going to enjoy watching that little drama play out." she teased. Boston really did enjoy Oliver's company, he never pushed her for anything, and well she could be herself.. something she hadn't been able to be in a long time.
"Ugh for real." came her bummed words. "You mean you are going to leave me to run the shop by myself tomorrow? How ever will I entertain myself without your constant attempts to pick up tourists? I shall die of boredom." she said acting a bit over dramatic just to make the whole thing a tad bit funnier. Boston hadn't noticed Oliver glancing over at her in her bikini, until he said something about food once more. She crossed her arms over her chest defensively, if you wanted to call it that, "I'm fine Oli, leave it alone, yea?" she said her brown eyes challenging him to say another word. Boston felt fine, she was managing her life the way she wanted, and in her mind she was eating enough. Why people kept trying to make her fat, she didn't understand, if anything she had a little to loose. Boston ran a hand through her hair nervously, but was relieved when they finally bolted towards the water.
Boston felt fine when she hit the water, but the more she began to paddle the weaker she felt. Boss shook the feeling, she was fine, she knew she was. Boss paddled out, and when she spotted a wave, she took it without hesitation. Though unlike most times she didn't ace her wave, she managed to get up but within moments her legs gave out, and she went crashing down. The wave hadn't knocked her, the weakness had. Boston immediately began swimming hoping to miss being dragged down by the under current. She finally broke the surface of the water, taking a deep breath as she clutched to her board. "Damnit" she cursed.
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