#kacias

I've been waiting to get to this part forever I'm so excited. Wow. :.: I glance over my shoulder at Janet, who shrugs before waving at me to turn around. When I do I'm met with a tree branch swiping across my head. I jump back, or I try to. The needles of the pine tree have managed to tangle themselves in my hair, and only get more stuck as I try to pull myself loose. Kacey, upon realizing I haven't answered her question, turns around, only to snort. "I told you to watch out!" she laughs, doubling over. I glare at her as I try to untangle the branch, before wincing. Kacey tries to stifle her giggles as she walks back to me. "Bend over and I'll untangle you." she instructs. I try to do as she says, only to wince. The branch doesn't budge. "I can't." I mutter. "The tree's too strong." "Well you're too tall." Kacey snaps, before glancing at the tree trunk. "Hang on, I've got an idea." Not that I can do much else, but okay. I watch out of the corner of my eye, I can't turn my head too much, as she grabs the branch I'm stuck to. When it still doesn't move, she pulls herself up and swings her legs onto the stubborn limb. I feel my jaw drop slightly as I watch her almost disappear from my line of sight. Her legs hug the branch with practiced ease, as if she does this everyday. A moment later I feel her hands starting to untangle my hair from the pine needles. I'm almost free when the branch starts to crack. Kacey lets out a curse as her hands stop working. "Try not to move." Her voice calls from my left, right next to my ear. "I'm jumping down." She sits up, back into view, but as she prepares to hop down the branch breaks. I feel a harsh tug as I'm yanked with it to the ground, then a weight on my back as Kacey's lower half lands on top of me. "Well, you aren't too tall anymore." She wheezes. She lays on her back to my left, her legs thrown over my waist. "And I think that pull got you loose." "At what price?" I mutter, resting my chin on the soft earth. My stomach aches from hitting the ground, making my voice come out hoarse and raspy. "Oh hush." She laughs a little, before a wince tells me she regrets it. "That was fun. Lets do it again sometime." I roll my eyes before feeling a shove on my shoulder. Looking up at her, I can see her grinning, with that same intelligent sparkle in her eyes. "Come on, lets get to work." She pulls her legs off of me. "Janet's already beaten us there."

It's like 2:30 here and I should be asleep but enjoy the writing I guess? ***** "Where did these come from?" I brush my fingers over several long scars on his forearm. He tilts his head slightly, narrowing his eyes at the marks as if he's trying to remember. "A girl back home gave them to me," he says after a while, before continuing to scrub the dish in his hands with one of my Grandmama's sink towels. "Doesn't seem very nice." I remark, removing my hand. He gives me an amused look. "She wasn't." he tells me. "But her father was the leader of the country. That gives her a bit more freedom to do what she wants." He sets the dish in the sink and turns around so that his back is against the countertop. Crossing his arms over his chest, he sighs. I narrow my eyes. What does he mean "do what she wants"? Sounds like a brat to me. "She didn't quite like my answer to her propostion." he says. "She wanted me to be with her. I told her no, and she scratched me. Not much for a first girlfriend, but beggars can't be choosers I guess." "I wouldn't consider that to be a first girlfriend," I reply, raising an eyebrow. He meets my eyes for a few moments. For once they aren't cold and angry, but almost warm. I look away first. "I did agree to date her for about two weeks after, but you can guess that it didn't work out." he says it in an almost laughing-like tone. He sure has a weird sense of humor. "Too pushy?" I ask, and he gives me one of his rare grins. "You could say that." he replies. "You could also say that I don't like to be told what to do." "Which is true." I point out. He laughs a little. "Both are." he chuckles, before giving my shoulder a playful bump with his elbow. "But you're the same way." I scoff. "I am not pushy." I snap. Toby gives me a pointed look, before rolling his eyes. I narrow my eyes at him, before grinning. "If you say so." he raises an eyebrow, before gathering soapy water from the sink and throwing it at me. I jump back, but not before the white foamy water splashes onto my clothes. "Oh it is on." I narrow my eyes at him and give him a playful shove. He grins again as he steps back, making me miss by mere inches. I huff, pushing a stray lock of hair out of my face. "You'll have to try harder, red-head," he teases. I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him. He moves close again, holding his hands up for a truce. "What about you?" he asks, settling for his place at the kitchen counter again. I tilt my head to the side. He taps the scar on my right shoulder. The one that almost looks like a "K" if you squint. At least that's what the nurse said. "I was in a bad accident when I was eight," I reply, staring at the floor, "a window broke and scratched me." He hums, all amusement in his tone gone. There is a deep understanding in the way he holds himself now. Almost like he can read me like a book. Strange. If he can do that, why isn't he repulsed by me? "You think about it a lot, don't you?" he asks after a while, stirring me from my thoughts. When I meet his eyes he has a reserved but curious expression. Like he wants me to continue, but doesn't mind if I don't. Strange. "What do you mean?" I tilt my head. "You get that look a lot." he explains. "Like you're missing something. You have that look now. I'm assuming it and the accident are connected, right?" He could be Sherlock Holmes if he wanted to. "Yeah." I say, rubbing my arm. Suddenly I don't want to be talking about this. How'd we get here? "Maybe one day you'll tell me about it." he grins. His eyes are hopeful, and brighter than ever. Like stars. Have they always been that pretty? He's waiting for me to respond. I smile, and nod. "I'd really like that."