I'll Show You Mine [CHASE]

[bree anise ripsen]

Bree hadn't had much going on at the shop that day. It had been surprisingly quiet, with only one customer having come in, looking for a last minute birthday present. She snickered softly to herself as the man ambled away, bemused at the fact he'd forgotten his wife's birthday. How do you forget something like that? Bree wasn't quite sure. That was supposed to be important. Maybe...it was just a male thing?

Anyway, with this uneventful day, Bree had been able to take advantage of her free time. It was somewhere between cutting the flowers and arranging them into neat bouquets that Bree's foot started tapping along to a melody in her head, and a few ideas for lyrics had escaped her lips. By the time that one, rather forgetful customer had left, Bree had pretty much an entire song written down in her notebook.

Now, she needed feedback. Which she rarely ever got, as she was only comfortable with a VERY select few looking at her notebook. In fact, the only person Bree could call to mind at that moment in time was Brent McKinney. She still couldn't believe that both of them had moved to Honey Tree. What were the odds of that happening? And now that she knew where Brent worked...well, "worked" was a loose term. Maybe she could pay him a quick visit? Just to see what he thought?

So that was what she did. She flipped the sign on the door of her shop to "Closed", grabbed her notebook, and left for the cafe, where she was pretty sure Brent would be. She didn't know what hours he worked, nor what days, but she guessed she could figure that out. She walked over to the counter, and smiled at the guy behind it. "Hi!" she said brightly to him. "I'm looking for Brent. Is he in today?"

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[chase michael jackson]

Chase was glad Brent had the day off. It was kind of awkward between them ever since Brent kissed him. It was still kind of crazy to him, in all honesty. It was his first kiss... and it was apparently an accident? It felt... nice. He had wanted more of it. Brent realized before the kiss had even lasted very long that he shouldn't be kissing Chase. So he had pulled back. Cue the awkwardness. Chase knew for sure that Brent Swung his way now... he guessed. It wasn't a surprise. Anyone that saw him in that pink apron would probably know it. Chase had always guessed... but never truly knew. He was a little iffie when it came to trying to figure out if someone played for his team or the other.

They were slow today... Chase was glad of that. The other worker was somewhere... but he was even worse than Brent work wise. Chase was practically working by himself. He jumped a bit when a girl said hi and asked where Brent was. His name almost made him flinch. "O-Oh... Uhm... Brent?"

[/b] Chase blanked for a moment before snapping back, trying to get rid of the memory of their lips together. "He's not working today. He has off."[/b] Chase said as he tried to smile.


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[bree anise ripsen]

Bree furrowed her brow slightly on seeing the guy's response. He seemed startled by her, And that was when she realised how perky she'd been. Overly perky, possibly. She hated that trait. When she was happy, she was too happy. When she was depressed, she was too depressed. Her emotions always seemed to reach extremes. She was never just...okay. In the middle. And that irritated her.

"Sorry, did I...uh...surprise you a little?" she said. "Sorry, that's a really bad habit of mine, popping up when I'm least wanted or expected or something. I gotta stop doing that." She laughed, drumming her fingers on the countertop. That was actually the beat to the song she'd just written; she couldn't get it out of her head.

But something else that she couldn't get out of her head was the look on the guy's face. That small smile, that tiny, little half-smile. It didn't look like the happiest of smiles, And Bree knew that it probably wasn't a happy smile. Heck, if you could even call it a smile. He'd attempted, but...Bree knew better than to think everything was okay. "Hey," she said softly. "Somethin' up, honey-bunch? You aren't looking your happiest today. Well, not that I would know what your happiest looks like, but you know what I mean."

OUTFIT: Clicky! TAG: Chasey-Choo! NOTES: :333 WORDS: 217

[chase michael jackson]

It wasn't her personality that made Chase nervous or anything, it was just people in general. He wasn't quite sure why he wanted a job that involved being around people, but he was fine normally. Mainly because the most of his job was a “What would you like, sir? Okay. Creamer, sugar? That'll be...”. Nothing else. Chase could handle that. As long as he directly wasn't being talked to, then he didn't care about talking. But this girl was talking directly to him. Even if it was because she wanted Brent. Chase's eyes zero'd in on the fingers tapping against the counter. It had a certain rhythm that Chase picked up after looking at a few measures of her fingers. ”No... It's fine. Uhm... Is that a song? Or j-just random?”

[/b] Chase asked, although he didn't think something random would have a pattern like that.

He didn't look happy? This was kind of normal for him... he thought. Maybe not? What did normal look like exactly. ”O-oh? I'm fine... D-don't worry.”[/b] Chase said with a weird head nod thing as he smiled at her in hopes to change her mind. He was happy... right? Chase was... always happy? Yeah... that was a lie.

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[bree anise ripsen]

Bree nodded when he said it was okay. Yeah, she really needed to let people know in some way before she spoke to them; just to avoid awkward situations. Because awkward situations were not something Bree was used to. She hated making things awkward; it was just stupid. Why were awkward situations ever created if people hated them? It just didn't make sense to her like it probably should have.

She hadn't even realized she was tapping her fingers on the counter, if she was completely honest. Not until he pointed it out. Now that made her feel a teensy bit awkward, because he'd asked if it were a song. Which, yes, it was...just not one that was out in the open. It would probably never be out in the open, if Bree had anything to do with it. Or, at least, she wouldn't if she was credited. Most people would want credit for their work, but...Bree would rather not. Why? Because she just didn't want the recognition.

"Uh, yeah it is." she said, nodding at the guy. "I just finished it earlier. It's not all that good at the moment...but.....who knows?" She laughed. She didn't really believe it would get her anywhere, because it probably wouldn't. It was very likely that this would end up in a drawer somewhere, unless she and Brent ended up recording it like they used to. But there were very few songs that actually made it to that stage that were ones that Bree had written. Most of it was Brent's work; Bree didn't mind that. In fact, she was kind of grateful for that.

She shook her head. He was "fine". Riiiight. Of course he was. Nope, that was an obvious lie. He was stammering for one, and the nod and the smile didn't convince her one bit. He definitely wasn't okay, and she could see it. But she'd decided that...for once...she'd let it go. It didn't look like he wanted to talk about it. She raised he eyebrows in disbelief and shrugged "Whatever you say," she said, not rudely, but with a "I-don't-want-you-to-think-that-you-have-to-tell-me-anything" tone to her voice.

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