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Post by Davey Callaghan on Jun 8, 2010 13:41:02 GMT -8
The place looked like a god damned castle!
They always had the best houses though, didn't they? Davey had never owned a house before. He had enough money stashed away to, though if he ever had steady bills, the odds were that his money would slowly start to climb down to nothing. It was easier to have no obligations, nothing to keep him from doing what he wanted. It didn't matter that he had spent the majority of his adult life living wherever he wanted and with whoever he wanted. He had an apartment a couple of times, lived in hotels for a while, but there was also a long stint where all he did was jump from house to house, bed to bed. It was an interesting life and he never calmed down. Odds were, he never would. Davey and Andre's friendship dated back to Andre's first arrival in Los Angeles. They had met at some club that Andre had to check out, and Davey, being the generous guy he was showed him around, told him where the best places were and they established a friendship. Outwardly, they seemed pretty different; Davey was more eccentric, dressed the part of what he was and acted it without fault. Andre, while sharing his taste in music, parties, and often sharing his opinions had that sort of popular jock feel to him. But they fit. The two complimented each other and the friendship hadn't ended, despite how much had changed over the last fifteen years.
Andre grew up differently and had a plan. Davey never had one. He couldn't manage to wrap his head around that idea. He did what he wanted and it worked for him. He respected what his friend did and they spent less and less time with each other due to Andre's job. But, he was still around plenty through the years. Although, typically, Andre went out when they hung out, given that Davey was never the most welcome house guest. He'd been there through just about everything. Hell, he'd been one of the only people aside from Andrew that Andre would even let speak to him after his partner died. He was one of the few that could break through his barrier when he put it up; that's what friends did. Andre was the government's bitch and Davey was more of an anarchist. They were polar forces with a lot of in between.
It wasn't until Andre was about to go into the airport that he realized what day it was. About a week before, he'd invited Davey to come stay with him for a little bit, since he was in Toronto and if the two were in the same city, why not come and stick around for a while? Andre never had a problem with it, he just didn't realize he wouldn't be there for a few days which meant he was leaving him on his family's hands... And he was fully aware of how Andrew felt about him. So, Andre left a message for Andrew, filled with apologies and I love you's, telling him that he forgot and that Davey would be over and to try not to murder him. And lo and behold, there he was. The car was parked in the driveway and he walked up to the front door. He was pretty loud in appearance alone. His look hadn't toned down much over the years, still favouring leather jackets with an assortment of patches and metal littering it, his jeans torn and paired with heavy black boots.
He didn't even bother knocking; the door was unlocked and so he waltzed right inside. "Anyone home?" He called out loudly. He actually figured that Andre was at work, because he forgot to tell him that he was going off to Orlando for a few days. Shutting the door behind him, he looked around the foyer. "Damn..." It was pretty impressive.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2010 14:05:58 GMT -8
Elena had been here a little more than a week. She had mostly stayed quiet and kept to herself, making sure to not cause Andre any problems. She was grateful to her brother and his husband, she really was. Without them she'd be in some stupid boarding house. And to help show how grateful she was, Elena had spent the morning cleaning. She didn't have work today, and as of right now she was the only one home. Natasha and Andre had taken off earlier that morning for Orlando. Elena had an ipod clipped to her mini shorts, and her ear piece cord strung down her white tank top. She didn't hear Davey over the music she was listening to. The fact that she was singing along didn't help either. She stood in the living room, bending over as she carefully dusted each movie on the bottom shelf. Had she known that there was a strange man coming over, she would have worn something more modest and not been giving him eye candy.
"If you just realize what I just realized then we'd be perfect for each other and we'd never need another" her soft voice rang out and echoed into the foyer. Her fluent English was laced with an italian accent. It was amazing; even after being in this country for eighteen years, she never lost her accent. She still remembered the day they came. even though she was five years old. She didn't speak any English at all. After four years of ESL, though, Elena learned English very quickly. Languages fascinated the young girl. So, when she was in high school, she joined as many clubs as possible and she learned French, German, Japanese, Spanish, and Somalian. Of course, that was back when she wanted to be a politician. Of course, everything changed when Micah was around. But now, she was out of prison and was already looking into colleges.
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Post by Davey Callaghan on Jun 8, 2010 14:17:11 GMT -8
When Davey made it to the living room, still looking about, he was stopped by the sight of the woman. Immediately, his eyes travelled down her, checking her out unintentionally at first. How was he supposed to not? She wasn't dressed in much and she was bent over... God, now that was something he'd like to come home to more often. Okay, so this wasn't home, and he could have pretty much any woman he wanted, but it was hot, no doubt about it. And judging by her voice, someone related to Andre. He had a lot of relatives that Davey never met. But they never disappointed, well the women, anyway. There seemed to be so few too, in comparison to the men in Andre's family. The woman were typically hot though, and accented and they made him want to hear that accent in so many different ways. Andre was never amused with his interest in his family, and it was a good thing there were mostly men. Davey had asked him once how they managed to keep the family line going with only men, at which time he was abruptly knocked upside the head. That happened a lot too.
Quickly, stopping his staring, Davey walked over beside her, and tapped her on the shoulder after crouching down next to her. It was a completely innocent gesture, but he could tell that he wasn't going to get her attention any other way. She had headphones on! He didn't mean to startle her or anything, but it was either that or just walk around until she noticed him, which would have probably been even more startling than the move he made. Hey, it wasn't his fault she had her music up too loud.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2010 23:06:16 GMT -8
Elena wasn't expecting a touch in the least. Consequently, she responded to the tap with a jump, yanking her ear pieces out of her ears. She gazed at the man with confused eyes that had fear laced in them. Her first thought was that he was going to rob the house. She saw no gun, however. Eyeing him, the girl circled around him before planting her feet directly in front of him. She set her hands on her hips as she looked over at him.
"Il proprietario della casa non è qui e parlo italiano. Spiacente" She said with uneasiness. She figured if he did want to rob them, then he would leave her alone thinking that she didn't speak English. Of course, he had already heard her speak English. But she didn't know that!
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Post by Davey Callaghan on Jun 8, 2010 23:22:48 GMT -8
Davey stared up at her when she leapt to her feet. There was a mixture of amusement and surprise in his look, and he turned his gaze down innocently when she circled him and looked him over. It took enough energy not to look her over himself, though he was sure for different reasons. When she stopped, he finally stood up and looked back at her with a bit of a smile. When she started talking in Italian, however, he raised an eyebrow and canted his head slightly to the side. "Sorry, don't speak the language." He told her with a shrug, straightening up. And she was singing just fine in English. Of course, that hardly said anything about a person. He knew plenty of people who could sing in a variety of languages without knowing what they were saying. "I'm a friend of Andre's, he around?" He asked, and glanced around again. If she couldn't speak english then she'd at least catch the name, right?
He tried not to be intimidating, after all, he didn't want to scare her. He wasn't there for anything bad. He was invited, in fact. Though, he wasn't sure how intimidating he looked anyway. He was positive that he could pull it off if he needed to, but those situations didn't come up very often. A part of him hoped that maybe Andre wasn't home. He wouldn't mind getting to know the girl a little better.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2010 0:24:25 GMT -8
Elena tilted her head. Andre? Andre was gone. She figured anyone who was worth knowing would know it. She should send him away. But his hair was so blond. His eyes....they were so pretty! And he had the cutest smile. Slowly, Elena returned the smile and removed her defensive stance.
"My brother is in Florida for the weekend. Do you want to leave a message?" She reached in a nearby end table and pulled out a pad, ready to write down whatever he had to say. She looked at the pencil she had grabbed; the lead was broken. Setting it down, she crossed over to where the entertainment center was and searched for another pencil that might be laying around.
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Post by Davey Callaghan on Jun 9, 2010 0:42:13 GMT -8
Davey had a way with getting people to warm up to him—women anyway. Men, it was another story altogether. He was too annoying, or too brash and other times it was because he was too damn charming and wound up taking their women to bed with him (or the couch, the kitchen, the deck... etc). It wasn't his problem though. He liked that moment when someone submitted away from any type of hostility towards him. When she smiled back, his seemed to grow, grateful that she wasn't pushing him right out the door. If she did, then he'd be stuck waiting for someone to come back and let him in. It wasn't that he was an uninvited guest. Andre had literally told him to come. The man just also forgot to tell him that he wasn't going to be there. When she finally told him where he was, his eyes narrowed slightly, confused. What the hell? Florida? Now, you would think that a friend, a real friend, would mention something like that. But no, Andre, the ever so distracted and busy little punk that he was forgot to give him that little bit of information. When he did get home, he was going to knock him upside the head for good measure. And with as many times as either one of them did that, it was a wonder that either of them had braincells left.
"Florida? He's in Florida? Actually, no, he told me I could crash here for a little while. Seriously? He ran off to Florida?" He asked, actually shocked. He didn't need to fake that. Although, when she went on a hunt for something to write with, he couldn't help but appreciate the view yet again. God, the things he could do to—with—her. He didn't care what Andre would think of that. It was his sister, after all. He knew he had one, but had never met her, and at this point couldn't really recall her name. Andre mentioned it though, several times over the years. "I'm Davey, by the way." He introduced himself, quitting his slow look over of the woman. He knew how to disguise those things well. But, could he be blamed? Anyone would look! Any straight guy anyway.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2010 12:48:30 GMT -8
She stopped and looked back at him when he said that he had been invited to stay for a while. "Oh. Well, there's three guest rooms besides mine. I can show you them if you'd like. I'm the only one home, but Andrew will be home in a couple of hours," she said, trying to be helpful. As she spoke, she pulled her hair back and put it in a pony tail.
He introduced himself and Elena put her hand out to shake his. "Oh, Elena" she said with a nod. As she was looking in his eyes, it occurred to her that she had barely anything on. "Actually, would you excuse me for just one moment? I need to get into something more comfortable" or rather, less comfortable. But Elena was in no rush to get herself burned again. She would go put on a turtleneck and maybe a pair of overalls.
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Post by Davey Callaghan on Jun 9, 2010 13:12:05 GMT -8
A couple hours? That was plenty time. Mentioning bedrooms and hours of alone time in the same sentence wasn't wise around Davey really. There was plenty he could think of doing in that time span, and he could include the guest rooms too! He reached out to shake her hand casually, before letting his hands seek out the pockets of his coat. He never had a very firm handshake. It was a little too professional for his liking. It was when she said she wanted to dress more comfortably that he nearly gave her an odd look. How much more comfortable could she get? Oh, he could imagine some things, but he decided to keep that quiet. For all he knew, she meant the opposite and so he gave a polite smile. "You don't need to change for me, don't worry, it's like I'm not even here." He reassured her, as if he thought she was changing because there was company.
He hid very well that the reason he didn't want her to change was because he liked looking at her and was thinking about making the little clothing she had on turn into even less. "Maybe you could show me to the rooms real quick?" He asked, still flashing an innocent smile, in hopes that she'd oblige. Davey had played this game over and over again. And he wasn't looking to hurt anyone. He was just having fun. And if she was really hard to get, he wasn't going to pressure and push. There had been girls in the past that denied him. Even if he had a damn good record with women, there were a few that never faltered.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2010 13:55:11 GMT -8
Elena gave a shy smile and looked down. "No, it wouldn't be for you-" she stopped, realizing what that sounded like. "That came out wrong. I'm sorry." maybe it was best if she just stayed quiet. As it was, she stepped out of the living room and into the hallway before she heard his request. She stopped and looked at him. His smile made her want to melt. Elena bit her lip and considered it before nodding.
"Sure. It's just right upstairs" she said and nodded for him to follow her. She went up the staircase closes to them and pointed to doors. "The girls' bedroom is down the hall, mine is right here" she set her hand on her doorknob and looked up at him. "There's a guest room right across from me, and then there are two more near Natasha and Ashleigh's rooms"
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Post by Davey Callaghan on Jun 9, 2010 17:41:21 GMT -8
Davey couldn't help but chuckle quietly at the girl as they climbed the stairs. He only had a couple of hours, because he was sure that Andrew wouldn't be too happy with him attempting to seduce his sister-in-law. Though, come to think of it, he wasn't sure that any of his actions warranted him to like what he was doing in the first place. Besides, giving himself a time limit was kind of fun. He could see just how far he could get in that time span. He had gotten women in less, after all. And she seemed like a sweet girl. Kind of shy. But shy girls weren't necessarily hard if you knew how to play it. He followed her up the stairs and to the hall, looking around, he showed genuine impressment towards the house. "It's a nice place," he commented. Though, he wouldn't expect anything less. Their house in LA had been pretty impressive too. "I think I'll stick to this side. Being next door to two teenage girls might be a little rough." He joked with a sweet smile.
"Thanks though, doll." He said, and actually took a few steps towards her. Everything about his demeanour was friendly. And it wasn't really an act. Sure, he sugared things up more than his casual, blunt attitude, but who didn't when talking to women? Especially women that you'd like to do all sorts of... not so PG-13 related things to. "And I'm sorry if I interrupted you or anything. Didn't mean to be a bother." He said, looking down for a moment before back at her, making the apology genuinely. Well, he didn't mean to bother her... But he was glad he did.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2010 18:04:31 GMT -8
Elena stood flat against the wall as she watched him. Smiling politely, she nodded. "Being in a room on this end of the house by myself is awfully lonely. I'd love a neighbor" she said sweetly with a nod. She was very naive when it came to men. After all, her only relationship was with a man from five years ago. The only thing she learned from it was not to rob a bank.
She watched him quizzically when he stepped closer. He apologized and she giggled. "Oh, no apology needed. I like it better when I'm not home alone. And since you're Andre's friend, I'm going to make you some lunch. A real, authentic Italian lunch. You'll love it!" With that, she slid out from between Davey and the wall and started to walk away.
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Post by Davey Callaghan on Jun 9, 2010 18:21:07 GMT -8
"I can keep you from being lonely," Davey said, but disguised his voice to sound innocent and not suggestive. Oh, having her to himself on this end of the house sounded like a nice plan. He could definitely stop her from being lonely. And probably in ways she didn't even know she was lonely. Andre and Andrew might not approve, but they didn't need to know all of the little details either. She seemed so naive, but he liked it. Naive girls were so much easier, well aside from easy girls. But there was no challenge in an easy girl. There was no art to it at all. It was fun at first, but got boring. He liked girls more like Elena. And it wasn't like he was looking for anything in depth or even a relationship. Davey didn't necessarily do relationships and when he did, they had to be open, or else he'd just cheat anyway. And he wasn't apologetic for it either. He could never be satisfied by one person. It was impossible.
It was when she made the decision to make lunch that Davey looked surprise. No, he wasn't hungry for food! Why couldn't being Andre's friend result in him getting sex instead? All right, no need to go there really. "That sounds great," he smiled, thinking fast on his feet and while she started to walk away, he slipped two fingers beneath the silver chain around his wrist and subtly tugged it so that it broke, the clasp falling off, then he lightly tossed the clasp behind him onto the carpet, where he couldn't even see it anymore, then taking a step forward as if to follow her, he let his bracelet slip before catching it. "Damn it," he mumbled, and pretended to look around at his feet. "Hold up a sec! I lost something." He said, hoping it'd bring her back to help him look for it.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2010 18:38:15 GMT -8
Elena had gotten down a total of four steps when she heard him. She immediately went back up. "What is it?" she asked, ready to help him look for it. She hated losing things, so she had no problem helping at all. After all, he was Andre's friend. "Is it something small? Cause there's a magnifying glass in the office that we can use to find it," she offered with a smile.
If Elena had any idea what he was doing, she wouldn't be so willing to help. She had decided long ago that men were the root of all evil. Straight, charming men at least. All men managed to do was get her in trouble. She was in no hurry to do anything with any man. Being with Micah ruined it for the rest of mankind.
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Post by Davey Callaghan on Jun 9, 2010 18:47:38 GMT -8
"Kind of, I mean—it's not too small." He explained and instead of standing there, he crouched down against the carpet and started to run his hand over it, attempting to feel for the little clasp. He knew he was going in the wrong direction, but the truth was, he couldn't exactly see it anyway, so it wasn't too hard to pretend it was really lost. "Must really not be my day, I guess." He said, flashing an embarrassed smile up at her. Oh, but it could be! He just needed to figure out a way to make it happen. And he already had plenty of ideas. "If you think it'll help, you can try." He said, not minding if she grabbed a magnifying glass, just as long as she ended up back in the hallway with him. He had a good feeling that he was going to be able to get her to go farther. This wasn't the first time that he had used some quick excuse to keep a girl close by. Davey had been with enough women, and enough hard-to-get women that ideas came quick and typically worked out okay for him.
His eyes went back to the floor, pretending to be more focused on looking for the clasp than her. "It's a little silver thing, goes to this." He explained and held up the part of the chain that he still had for her to see. It would probably help to show her what it looked like after all. Honestly, he wasn't too worried about the bracelet. He had a lot of jewelry and half of it meant nothing to him. He could easily replace it, but he wasn't about to let her in on that. After all, it would ruin the point of breaking it in the first place.
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