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Post by vaughn on May 4, 2010 22:08:03 GMT -5
it was a nice, cool afternoon. perfect for some exercise and time to think. truth be told however, vaughn didn't have much plaguing him that day besides personal family issues. he just wanted to get away from his parents - his dad, more specifically. sometimes, when he spent the weekend at their huge, overpriced and unnecessary home, the stress level within him rose to boiling point. that morning, breakfast had been utterly silent between the two - if it hadn't been for his sisters and mother, the room would have combusted from the tension. the old man had said he'd wanted to speak with vaughn before lunch, but the boy knew where that would lead. a whole lot of NOWHERE.
so, he ditched before the man left his study for their one-on-one talk. vaughn had what he wanted to say already scripted to memory - he didn't need to waste another hour of his life arguing with a man that refused to see that his son wasn't a future politician. it wasn't what vaughn wanted - he wanted to be a nutritionist or fitness instructor. anything that would promote health since american had gone so far down the tubes physically. it was now known as the fattest country in the world. the thought of it made his stomach churn. how could people eat themselves to an early grave? how hard was it to walk thirty minutes of every day? he wanted to motivate these people because they needed help. nobody else cared enough to do it.
but no, his father was dead-set on roping his youngest son into politics just like he'd done to caleb, his older brother. and while caleb hadn't specifically said he hated his job, vaughn liked to think he knew his brother well enough to know he wasn't happy with his "job". vaughn would die before letting himself get stuck like that and he wanted to help his brother out of it too. but it was hard between guys, pride meant a lot. this was something caleb would have to do for himself. if he needed his kid brother's advice, he'd be there to give it, no questions out. though, he wasn't sure how great a help he'd actually be. his brother had a lot more life experience than he did... a lot more pain, too.
vaughn leaned forward on his bike, his legs pumping faster to push him down the road. before his pace had been slow and steady - now he was working up a sweat, peddling like his life depended on his. his lips cracked a bit so he could breath in deeply, as he'd been taught to so he could conserve energy. a bead of sweat rolled down the back of his neck and already he could feel his brown hair matted to his forehead. his shirt would need to be washed. vaughn turned the bike and headed into the national park, where the scent of fresh leaves and trees was a welcomed sensory perception. as his wheels hit the long, wooden bridge and rolled over them, he finally let up for a break.
heavy, fast breaths were leaving him as his pace slowed to what it'd been before. he would have kept going, but there was a person crossing the bridge just ahead of him and it'd be rude to go racing past them. it might scare the living daylights out of them and that wasn't his intention. as his bike ate the distance between the door, blonde hair and a feminine figure was visible. "excuse me, right behind you," he called to her good-naturedly, expecting to have her sidestep so he could just roll on by.
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Post by SOPHIA AMANDA BAILEY on May 5, 2010 10:00:05 GMT -5
Today had been one of those odd days for Sophia, it was one of those days where her routine was being disrupted and she wasn’t too thrilled about it. Sophia had woken up rather late this morning, cancelling all prospects of her morning run. She had rushed to the Cheeca Lodge and Spa, where she had spent the next few hours directing women into the appropriate direction and answering phone calls. She had returned from lunch only to be reminded that her shift was a shorter one today.
Given the few extra spare hours in her day, Sophia made her way home quickly. Once she entered her duplex she placed her lunch containers in the sink and proceeded to wash them, dry them and put them away. Sophia looked around her home, and found herself at a loss of what to do. She hadn’t planned for a few extra hours to kill. It seemed a bit sad to her that she could no longer make spur of the moments plans. It made her feel much older than her nineteen years. Pondering it for a moment more she decided to make up the run she had missed that morning and given the extra time she decided that a new route was in order.
Sophia changed into her running clothes, nothing expensive, nothing designer, all it was, was a pair of black gym shorts her high school had given her and a t-shirt. She was always happy that these still fit her; it meant she didn’t have to go shopping for clothes. She hated shopping for herself. It simply stressed her out, that and she hated spending money. Sophia was ridiculous when it came to bargains. She was a cheap as they came. She couldn’t remember the last time she bought anything for full price; she didn’t ever look at clothes that weren’t on the sale rack. Of course, living in Miami meant even the sale prices weren’t that low, but if one knew when to shop. They would get the lowest price. It was all a matter of timing and persistence.
Locking her door behind her, Sophia shoved her key into her pocket, which was the other reason she loved these shorts, they had pockets, it made it so much easier for her to keep her keys, it meant she didn’t have to shove her keys and phone into her bra, something she hated. She just didn’t think her bra was a place for keys, sure she had a habit of putting money there, but she hated having keys and her phone. It simply drove her insane.
As she walked to the end of her street, she stretched her muscles, finally she started to run. They rhythmic pace calmed her down. It eliminated all thoughts from her mind. The only thing she was thinking of was putting one foot in front of the other.
The afternoon sun shined down on her, maybe running in the afternoon hadn’t been the smartest choice, but Sophia hadn’t noticed the heat yet. She could feel her heart pumping blood t an increased rate in an attempt to supply her muscles with oxygen. Sophia didn’t stop running she could feel herself getting short of breath and s mall layer of sweat covering her skin, but she wouldn’t stop. She was getting immense satisfaction; she always did when she reached this stage of her run.
Sophia looked up and realized she was close to the national park, turning, she continued her run into the park. Her mind was still clear of all thoughts all she was focused on was going further. As she was running she realized that she was alone, it seemed that the park was empty today. Right as the lone thought crossed her mind, Sophia heard a familiar voice behind her. The thing was, if you lived in Miami long enough you started to think every voice was familiar, even if it wasn’t. Sophia slowed down as she made her way to the side of the bridge; there was no point in stopping in the middle of it. “Sorry” she said as she turned around to see the biker behind her. There was a familiarity to the face. Suddenly a smile appeared on her face, as she placed a name to the face. “Hey there Lewis”
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Post by vaughn on May 10, 2010 4:05:05 GMT -5
As soon as the female jogged out of the way and glanced around, Vaughn glimpsed her face. Instant familiarity and he knew why, too. The girl was someone he knew back from high school. They hadn’t exactly ran in the same social circles, but occasionally they would encounter each other at the same events – it was only natural that they’d know of each other at some point. However, it was sort of hard not knowing of the Governor’s youngest son. Vaughn typically kept his mouth shut on that aspect, but folks found out anyway because his father had his family’s portrait pretty much plastered everywhere. It was almost sickening! Every little thing the boy did was scrutinized because of it and sometimes, considered bad in the public eye. Vaughn wasn’t sure what he could or couldn’t do anymore and sometimes, he just happened to make the wrong choices… Like drinking with friends? He tried it once – paparazzi photographed it somehow, and his father had blistered his ears for a month because of it. Never again!
He cringed when the girl used his first name – he was so used to his middle name now that his first made him feel just a little bit nerdy. Vaughn slowed his bike to a walk now, so he could keep at her side easily enough. “Vaughn, please,” he corrected. They hadn’t had much contact in a very long time and he wasn’t sure if correcting her would help matters. It seemed she was going to call him Lewis anyway, just like his brother and dorky little sister! Ah well, he was a big boy. He’d get over it. Vaughn’s lips pulled into a welcoming, surprised smile at finding the girl in this area. The everglades were his favorite spot to exercise and he’d never spotted her there before. Had she moved away and come back to town? He wasn’t sure of anything yet but there was no point in just thinking about it.
“Wow, good to see you again, Sophia!” He responded in kind, his voice warm as it usually was. Vaughn wasn’t the type of person to lace his emotion with sarcasm or bitterness. He was kind of like… well, a hippie. He let things roll off the way they came. “I haven’t seen you in what – two years?! And what luck to spot you in the everglades. You put the view to shame,” he told her with a genuine smile. Vaughn wasn’t hitting on her – merely complimenting. In school, he’d done the same thing because it wasn’t any secret Sophia was a lovely girl. Not exactly his type, but if she had ever singled him out as a person of interest, he wouldn’t have said no either. He was open to try new things. But, Vaughn had always supposed that Sophia was a little too removed from the group to approach her. Even now, he figured it could offend her to remark of her attractiveness.
As he peddled slowly, Vaughn’s gaze moved to the trees and then down at his front wheel, watching as it slowly turned. An awkward silence was now between them, and this was exactly the problem. He never knew what to say to her to keep the conversation going. Their acquaintance had never been more than loose friendship because they would’ve exhausted all topics within the first half hour and then what? With a low couch to clear his throat and the sudden anxiety, he tried to bring out a topic since it’d be rude to ride off and leave her there now. “So, uhm.. I haven’t seen you around everglades before? After high school, you sort of just dropped off the face of the earth, you know. Did your family move away or something?” There, that seemed pretty harmless – right?
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