God gave me you for the ups & downs--- [DYLAN]

[JADE GABRIELLE DONNELL]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] You're guaranteed to run this town Woah, Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown He senses something, call it desperation Another dollar, another day And if she had the proper words to say, ( She would tell him But she'd have nothing left to sell him --------------- ! ) A dark blue F250 flies through the town, country music rolling with enthusiasm from the rolled down and tinted windows. The song that beats the trucks' speakers is called Truck Yeah by Tim McGraw, one of the drivers favorites. The driver is a pretty little petite girl, with long blonde hair and faded brown highlights. She's got pale skin, but her looks make up for the lost pigment. She's wearing her fashionable cowboy boots with a cute little floral dress with a horse shoe necklace to accentuate her collar bone. A swift turn of the wheel and she's pulling into Shannon Park, ready to relax and get some time to herself. She parks in the nearest parking spot she can, backing in the truck like it's no problem. The driver is a girl named Jade Donnell, the new girl in town who has only met a very handsome horse trainer named Chris, and a sweet little spitfire such as herself named Ellie. It was time for her to get time to herself and most likely meet someone else. Jade's phone rings, buzzing wildly in the side pocket of her truck. She jumps at the sound and reaches down, fumbling to find her phone for a couple moments before finally grasping her hand around the sky blue iPhone 4S. She slides the lock button over to answer and is pleased to hear that it's her grandma. "Hey honey!" Jade smiles as tears come to her eyes; it's been a while since she's spoke to her grandma, and her grandma was the closest thing that Jade had ever had to a mother. "Hey Grandma, how's Grandpa?" A slight pause at the other end gives Jade's heart a zap. "He's... he's doing alright dear, although his health isn't doing his attitude much justice." She sighed, an irritated sigh obviously not wanting to talk much about her husband. "How's Zeusy boy?" Jade smiled, looking out the window at a couple in the distance. "Zeus is doing great! Besides the constant "your horse is antisocial" comments, he's fitting in just fine. Poor boy, if only people knew just how much that guy has been through." Jade gave a click of her tongue and put her hair behind her ear. "Yes, but people are either too ignorant to find it or too stuck up to really care. Well, I've got to get going, we've been super busy since you left for Foxtail we've gotten at least three new horses in the past week. I'll talk to you soon, I love you Jade! Call us if you ever need to talk." Jade smiled, a single tear rolling down her face. "Goodbye Grandma, I love you too." She hit the "END" button, and sat back in her seat, looking over again at the family that had seemingly vanished. Jade clicked the radio off and grabbed her brown fringe bag, stepping out of her truck with a giant step down. She slammed the door and locked her truck almost immediately, and began to walk to the nearest bench she saw. It was next to the play ground, a perfect spot to sit for mothers who were taking their kids to the park, or just a little girl that wanted to read and spend some quality time with herself. Jade jumped out of the way as a biker nearly hit her, not even bothering to say sorry. "Ugh, jerk," Jade muttered under her breath. She reached the bench and sat down on it, throwing her fringe bag on her right side. She reached in her bag and found a book titled Catching Fire. It was the second book of the Hunger Games saga and Jade was determined to finish it, it was one of her favorite books by far. She sat there and read for a good thirty minutes, and she was so involved in the book by this point she hadn't even realized the man that had sat next to her. ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY PANIC AT THE DISCO

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[DYLAN ANDREW PERHAM]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] YOU'RE JUST AN ANGEL TRYING TO LOVE THIS MORTAL MAN Riding: N/a Outfit: Click Notes: Finished <3 Dylan was glad to have escaped the barn today. He was probably the only one at Foxtail who felt that way, but it was true. He was so overwhelmed with everything equine, that is was nice just to take a day to relax and not be bombarded with issues like "cribbing" and tasks like "lunging." If you'd asked him a week ago, he would have said lunging was good for your butt, and cribbing sounded like something he'd leave to the parents of toddlers. But now Dylan knew better. Ever since his mother died, life had been moving too quickly. This whole "having a horse" thing was turning out to be a lot of work, and he just wasn't sure if he could handle it. Blaze was a nice horse and all, Dylan just didn't know if he himself was smart enough to own the damn creature. He'd ridden the horse twice in the last week- although the word ridden might have been a tad overzealous, and the gelding had managed to get him out of the saddle both times. But, when his friend and self-appointed teacher Emma (the yearling barn manager) had gotten on him, Blaze had been a perfect angel. His mother hadn't been kidding when she said that horses tested you. He wouldn't have known it from the worn out trail ponies he'd ridden at his mother's request as a kid. And yet, Dylan felt some true affection towards the what he recently found out to be called a "buckskin" gelding. Blaze reminded him of his mother, and he wasn't willing to give that invaluable feeling up. So he decided he'd stay at Foxtail (he even got a job as a maintenance guy for the barns) and learn as much as he could about horses. Emma had been a crucial part of helping him feel his way blindly around the intricate equine world. She'd taught him how to "tack up" Blaze, and the best way to catch him when he didn't want to come in from the pasture. Sometimes, when he caught the buckskin staring off into the distance, Dylan wondered if Blaze missed his mom too. She'd been a strong woman, he reflected, raising Dylan all on her own. He wished he hadn't taken her for granted so much... But he couldn't change anything now, could he? Slipping into his black 2007 Accord, Dylan pulled out of Foxtail's parking lot, and began driving around Harrisbury. He wasn't a huge fan of the music on the radio, and his iTouch had recently broken, so he had a huge book of CDs in his passenger seat. At a red light, he popped in one of his favorites: a band called Hell or Highwater. He hummed to the songs, drumming on his steering wheel (and most likely getting some weird glances from people he drove past). He didn't mind though. Dylan wasn't exactly concerned with how the world perceived him, which was made evident by his many tattoos, including a full sleeve. His mother had been furious when she'd found out about his first one, and he smiled fondly at the memory. After about the third one though, she'd just shrugged helplessly. He wondered how she'd react if she found out that he was considering a nipple piercing. Dylan laughed out loud at the thought. He steered his car into a playground parking lot, and grabbed the sandwich he'd made from the passenger seat, along with a bottle of water. It was a nice day, not too disgustingly hot, which was a rarity these days. But, the nice weather had also lured everyone else out from their air conditioned homes. Pity he wasn't the only one with the brilliant ideas around here. Dylan made his over to a series of benches, all full save for the last one. There sat a girl in a floral dress, so engrossed in the book she was reading she barely (if at all) noticed when he sat down to her left. Save from the occasional blink and the up and down movement of her chest (already he was looking at her chest, heaven help him), she may have died sitting up. Smirking to himself, Adam pulled out his droid bionic and his sandwich, and began to eat, watching the scenes around him unfold serenely. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[JADE GABRIELLE DONNELL]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] You're guaranteed to run this town Woah, Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown He senses something, call it desperation Another dollar, another day And if she had the proper words to say, ( She would tell him But she'd have nothing left to sell him --------------- ! ) The smell of a man's cologne brought Jade from her own world. She glanced over, realizing the man that had chose to take his seat next to her. He smelled delicious, and he had many tattoos which she noticed from the first glance. The tattoos were just another positive on his dashing looks. She tore her attention from the stranger and went back to reading her book, hoping that his being here wouldn't effect her reading zone. She read for about 5 more minutes then realized it would be no good. This man smelled so orgasmic that she couldn't help, but want to talk to him. She wondered if this happened to him often, which she was sure it did. He was a handsome man, looked single enough, and he was young and muscular. What single, straight woman wouldn't practically drown herself in her envy to want him? Jade quietly closed her book, hoping that it wouldn't make a loud sound. She glanced over at the stranger again, her eyes intrigued by how relaxed he seemed to be. Jade was lucky if she ever found the time to relax and de-stress herself, what she really needed was a nice, relaxing massage with the fantastic smelling lotions. She turned toward him again, keeping her eyes locked and his beautiful physique. "Not to be straight forward or anything, but exactly how long have you been sitting there?" What a terrible question. Jade sometimes face palmed herself when she heard some of the things that came from her mouth. She was often known to speak without thinking, asking questions later. She was one of those girls, the type of girls that always got themselves mixed up in the wrong situations - mainly for being somewhere at the wrong time with the wrong people and the wrong words. ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY PANIC AT THE DISCO

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[DYLAN ANDREW PERHAM]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] YOU'RE JUST AN ANGEL TRYING TO LOVE THIS MORTAL MAN Riding: N/a Outfit: Click Notes: Blehh, sorry it's so short :/ Finally, she managed to peel herself away from the book to look at him. He'd caught a glance of the title, something about being on fire... He wasn't sure if he should be worried or not. Must've been a hell of a book though, most girls didn't ignore him for so long. He let her believe she was being stealthy by taking those furtive looks at him (he knew, and he liked it). Dylan thought back to when he and Emma had first met. She'd stared at him unabashedly, and he'd kind of liked it. She was an upfront kinda gal, and he could dig on it. That was when he'd met his current roommate (technically apartment-mate) Harley. They'd ht it off as well, clearly. They'd also taught him the necessary information to grooming, tacking, and getting along with Blaze, and he was extremely grateful. The pair of them had turned out to be good friends of his, and he was eager to make some more, especially of the female variety. Dylan glanced back at the blonde girl, now studiously buried in her book again. He almost said something to her, but decided better of it. He couldn't have been half as interesting as her pyromania book. He turned his gaze to the playground, watching as a little girl scampered past, chasing a little boy, threatening to kiss him. The boy shrieked in horror, and tried to run faster. Dylan laughed despite himself, oh, to be young and in love. Kids usually made him nervous (they were so fragile), but when he wasn't responsible for them, they were sort of endearing. He barely remembered being a kid, but his mom had always told him he'd been the cutest little boy she'd ever seen. Not that you're biased or anything, he'd teased her. She'd shook her head and ruffled his dark hair. No I'm not, she'd told him, matter-of-factly, you were he ugliest baby I'd ever seen in my life. Dylan bit back a smile as the memory came flooding back. Sometimes the amount he missed her was overwhelming. He stretched, yawning behind a tanned hand. The girl's voice broke through his reverie, soft and tentative. He looked at her, completely straight faced. "I was here when you sat down... You almost sat on my lap, don't you remember?" He tossed her a teasing smile. "Must be a pretty good book to make you forget that, huh?" He'd let her chew on that for a while. Casually, he picked up his phone and starting going through his texts. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[JADE GABRIELLE DONNELL]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] You're guaranteed to run this town Woah, Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown He senses something, call it desperation Another dollar, another day And if she had the proper words to say, ( She would tell him But she'd have nothing left to sell him --------------- ! ) The sound of small children distracted Jade from her conversation. She turned her head to look in the distance and smiled as she saw a young girl, around the age of 6 chasing after another little girl. (Her sister, maybe even a friend?) It reminded Jade of herself when she was younger, playing with her younger cousins without a care in the world. She couldn't exactly remember why her mother hadn't always been around when she was a young girl, she had always been with her aunt or her grandmother - almost like she was being sheltered from her parents. Jade couldn't remember much of her childhood, but she longed to know what it had been like. How fascinating it might of been, how amazing her parents must have been, but she knew all the downs she could have known to her childhood, and they all made Jade the honest and outspoken girl she was. The man next to her answered her question and Jade nearly laughed. "No, I'm sorry I don't remember!" She smiled and looked down, laughing quietly to herself. "You must not have been very comfy if I didn't decide to completely sit down." She shrugged with a sarcastic attitude, hoping that he would catch on to her sarcasm. Some people didn't and they took the things that Jade said to personally or too literally, and in the end it was always a dark situation. Jade nodded with enthusiasm to answer his question. "It's a great book so far, probably some of my favorites." Jade was about ready to ramble on, before she realized she hadn't even asked his name. "So I don't mind all this chitchat, but I'm Jade Donnell, who might you be?" She gave a dashing smile, adding a quick wink as she offered her hand. ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY PANIC AT THE DISCO

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[DYLAN ANDREW PERHAM]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] YOU'RE JUST AN ANGEL TRYING TO LOVE THIS MORTAL MAN Riding: N/a Outfit: Click Notes: <3 Dylan found it difficult to stay focused on his texts, although he maintained the air of casual nonchalance as he scrolled. Contrary to what it must have looked like, the girl and her pyromania book had peaked his interest. She was a pretty thing, all petite and blonde. She had that casually tousled look that had always baffled him- did they try to get their hair like that, or was it just a natural thing? He decided better than to dwell on it, before his head exploded. Not for the first time, Dylan was thankful he was born male. Being a man meant he looked forward to the summer, for one specific reason. High temperatures called for high hemlines, and he for one, wasn't going to say no to the view. Being around tons of horsewomen meant that most, if not all, of them had gorgeous, in shape legs, and Dylan was basking in it. (Now if they only wore dresses or shorts instead of those riding pants more often... Although, the riding pants were extremely tight...) He shook his head and smiled privately at the thought. He really needed to get out more. The blonde next to him was no different, in the good legs department. He wondered if she too was a horse person. Probably, since basically everyone he'd ever met since moving to Harrisbury was. Was he the only one who was clueless when it came to the damn animals? She certainly had the legs for it, accentuated by a short flowery dress. When he finally looked at her full on again, she was busy staring off at the playground. When she turned back to him and held back a laugh, he knew he was in. Dylan sometimes had the habit of taking jokes too far too quickly, and it didn't always end up well for him. He gave her a knowing smile, before replying. "I'll cross "armchair" off my list of potential careers then," He told her seriously, the mischievous twinkle in his eye giving him away. He held back his juvenile joke about her not finding his lap comfortable because it was hard, however. She may have seemed easy going, but all that could change with a few of the wrong words. Dylan nodded as she enthused about her book. She took a breath as if to continue on singing the book's praises, but seemed to interrupt her own thoughts, and introduce herself instead. Jade he rolled her name around in his mind, deciding it suited her. "Dylan Perham, a pleasure to almost be your armchair, Miss Donnell." created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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