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Post by aylen on May 3, 2012 17:48:15 GMT -5
Aylen had been awake for awhile, waiting on Charles to get up. Samuel had been up and out, having gone to do something for her mother. Aylen hadn't a clue what her mother had wanted, since Samuel wouldn't tell her, but she was afraid it might be something for her birthday that was coming up in a couple of months. Her mother always planned way ahead of time.
However, despite Samuel being up so early, Charles was still asleep. It amused her to know that one of her bodyguards slept in so late, and she contemplated on just how to wake him up. "What do you think, Charles?" She asked the dog at her feet, who simply wagged his tail cheerfully because she had paid attention to him. She bent down and gave him a quick body rub that sent Charles into a fit of delight.
"It has to be something he won't get too mad at," Aylen said to the dog as he lay on his back on the floor, paws nearly straight up in the air as she walked to his room. The door was closed, but she could sense him inside, and hear him snoring faintly. She smiled as she thought of an idea. She turned to Charles and made a hand motion to him. The dog, who had gotten up to follow her, moved back to the couch and sat obediently on the floor in front of it, tail thumping quietly against the couch.
Quietly, she opened the door to Charles's room and grinned. She could see his aura, a beautiful mixture of deep reds and golds that always fascinated her. But right now, she was too deep in her mission to pay any attention to it. Slowly, she snuck into the room, then pounced on the bed.
"Wake up!" She said, very loudly, as she landed on the bed next to him with a wild laugh.
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Post by charles on May 3, 2012 23:18:02 GMT -5
When Charles felt the pounce of a human sized person onto his bed along with the yell of ‘wake up’, it didn’t register as to who it was until Charles was already screaming and sitting up backing himself up into the head board of the beautifully decorated queen size bed Aylen’s parents made sure he had. His heart was racing and his breathing coming out in a panic. When he noticed that it was Aylen, he closed his eyes throwing his head back into the head board. “Aylen, what the hell,” he sighed. He lifted his head and opened his eyes so that he could focus on her. “You know, you can’t disturb a bodyguard in his sleep. Who knows what I could have done. Can you imagine your mom coming home and seeing you with a black eye because I accidentally punched you? That would not go over so well.” He was a bit irritated which could easily be heard in his voice, but it was sort of his fault anyways. He was Aylen’s bodyguard, and a not so good one at that if she was already awake, and he was still sleeping.
Charles threw the sheets off himself making sure that they would land on top of Aylen. He stood up and headed towards his dresser. He opened a drawer and tossed a few things around looking for a t-shirt to throw over his bare chest. “Your mom home?” He didn’t so much care that Aylen could see his aura which was more of an outline of his body. He just didn’t think her parents would appreciate him walking around their house with his shirt off although that was something he would do if he were in his own home. Even though Aylen’s parents both told Samuel and Charles to make themselves at home when they moved in two years ago, he had to make sure to keep things appropriate.
Charles found a white t-shirt and pulled it on turning towards her. “And why are you even up anyways? You do realize it’s 6 in the am.” He walked towards her stopping right in front of her. “After all,” he began as he moved his hand to pick up a piece of her dark brown long hair, “it looks like you could use a bit more beauty sleep.” He smirked at her. He was only joking with her. In his eyes, there wasn’t anything else she could do to make herself look more beautiful than she already was. But that was something he could never tell her or anyone else for that matter. He wasn’t sure what that would do to his standing with the Cornick family, but he didn’t want to chance it. So he would assume the role as ass hole annoying bodyguard who constantly argued with Aylen about random and pointless things. Although most of the time, that wasn’t pretending. Aylen always knew how to get under his skin in the worst way possible.
Charles dropped his hand from her hair. Peering around the room, he realized that her dog was nowhere to be seen. “Where is Charles, the not so handsome and physically fit Charles,” he smirked at his own joke. “You know, the one you decided to name after me to show how annoyed you were of your new bodyguard. Or was it so you could always have a reminder of me wherever you went? I’m thinking it was the second one.”
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Post by aylen on May 4, 2012 17:37:59 GMT -5
Aylen, after Charles had jumped up with a scream, fell over laughing on half of the bed, her hands gripping her sides as she laughed breathlessly. "I- I wish I could have seen your face!" Aylen laughed, opening her eyes that were drenched with tears of mirth to look at him. "I bet it would have been hilarious!" She tried to choke back a laugh, managed, barely, as Charles asked, "Aylen, what the hell?" She just let out another short laugh before she managed to get herself together enough to respond to his question.
"If you'd waken up when Sam did, I wouldn't have had to come wake you up," She said, still laying on his mattress. "Besides, you have more control then to lash out blindly. You wouldn't have hit me." She grinned at him, then yelped when he tossed his blankets over her and she struggled to sit up and yank them off. They smelled of Charles, that rich, almost spicy scent that was only him, but she yanked them off anyway and scowled at him as he looked through his room for a shirt to wear.
"She's up at the main house with Sam. I think she's drawn him into doing something for my birthday..." She scowled. "Despite the fact that its two months away." She shifted to sit cross legged on the side of his bed, and tilted her head as she watched him move around, his aura shifting as he did. She shrugged. "It could be any number of things though. Sam wouldn't tell me. He just ruffled my hair and left." She pouted a little. She hated it when Samuel did that, it made her feel like a child. But it amused Samuel, and she could never tell him to stop when she felt the simple pleasure it brought him. Her pout faded and she smiled softly. She looked up to Samuel like an older brother. Charles on the other hand...
"Is it? I must have misplaced my clock this morning, since I didn't see the time," Aylen said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes at him. "Gimme a break Charles, since when do I ever know what time it is?" She asked him. "I'm forever asking you or Samuel. And he was up and out the door before I could ask. I was still half awake when he left anyway." She shrugged.
When he came over, tugged on her hair and told her she could use more beauty sleep, she fluttered her lashes at him and smiled sweetly. "Why Charles, are you saying I'm not beautiful now?" She asked sweetly. She was tempted to stick her tongue out at him, but decided that would be too childish. Though it was really tempting.
"What would you know about handsome, Mr. Jones?" Aylen asked as she stood smoothly from the edge of his bed and reached up to poke his chest gently. She grinned at him. "Charles is very handsome. You know, the furry one." She grinned before she slipped away from him. "He's out in the living room where I asked him to stay. He's well more behaved then you are," She said primly. Now she did stick her tongue out at him, her dark brown eyes dancing with mirth before she slipped out of his room. "Hey Charles, you wanna make breakfast? I'm kind of hungry."
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Post by charles on May 9, 2012 16:49:17 GMT -5
Charles may have been rough around the edges, but hitting women did not appeal to him in the slightest especially growing up seeing his uncle do that to his aunt. It was something he couldn’t stand. So, guaranteed when Aylen pounced on the bed, he wouldn’t even have flinched to hurt her when he realized it was her. But with being a super ninja when it came to controlling his movements, he would have been able to stop himself before he did possibly hurt her anyways. Although he probably should have been more alert. Who knew what kind of creatures would try to kill him just to get to Aylen.
When Aylen started answering his question about Samuel, Charles glanced at her. “Wait? It’s your birthday in two months? Oh man. How old are you going to be again? 14?” He grinned at her. He knew exactly how old she was going to be, and he knew exactly when her birthday was. He was relieved when Aylen mentioned that Christine had dragged Sam into something for her birthday. That would just mean that Charles would get to do something for her on his own without having her mother involved. Christine liked both Charles and Samuel Jones although sometimes it felt like she played favorites which was nerving to Charles. It wasn’t that he was jealous in the slightest. He was more worried than anything at times. It just seemed that Christine didn’t care for Charles as much which would make it so much easier for her to throw him to the curb and cut his ties with Aylen if something were to happen. Charles couldn’t stand the thought of never being able to see Aylen again. It really bothered him. Aylen was really the only girl that he could stand. Any girlfriend that he had ever had, he basically just avoided for the sake of having his own free-time. Aylen was different. He actually enjoyed being around her and never got bored. Maybe it was because of all the bickering that went on between the two of them. That was probably it. It kept things interesting.
”Well, can’t you just see the clock’s aura or something? That would make things so much simpler well at least for me. Then I wouldn’t have an annoying wake-up call every morning.” He joked as she continued on to comment about something else he had said. When she asked him if he didn’t think she was beautiful, Charles paused, and he didn’t mean too. He should have just made something up that was a joke. Even if he did give her a compliment, it was too risky. And before he could come up with something to say, Aylen was already standing up poking him and asking what he knew about being handsome. He sighed, very thankful that the subject was changed. He watched her as she grinned at him and then spun away and slipped out of the room. He laughed as he followed her out of the room. “Seriously? Do I look like a maid to you? Do I need to get out the bodyguard handbook? Nowhere in there does it say make breakfast for little unappreciative brats.” Charles moved past her and headed down the stairs. It was no use. She knew he’d make her breakfast. After all, he was hungry too. “Hey, so plans for the day?” He asked as he leapt off of the second to last step onto the main floor platform. It was weird that he was even a bodyguard to Aylen. Sometimes he felt like more of a chauffer than anything else. He would take her where she wanted to go and then basically do his own thing until she was ready to be picked up. He sort of just wished he could be with her 24/7. That was his job, right? To protect her. How could he protect her when she had her own job and her own friends. He couldn't always be there to protect her because of that. But he was pretty sure the last thing Aylen wanted was no space.
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Post by aylen on May 12, 2012 12:01:14 GMT -5
Aylen wrinkled her nose at Charles when he asked if she was going to be fourteen. He knew how old she was, and how old she was going to be, but it still annoyed her when he said things like that. "You know how old I'm going to be," She said, sniffing as she flopped onto the couch. Charles, the dog, sniffed at her hand and she scratched him behind his ears. "And I know you know when my birthday is too!" She stuck her tongue out at him, then a thought sprang to her mind. She sat up quickly. "Hey Charles..." She said in a silky sweet voice. "What are you getting me for my birthday?" She batted her lashes at him, though she never could tell if that worked or not. He rarely ever let any emotions leak through his guard.
When he asked if she could just see the clocks aura, she rolled her eyes. "You know I can only see things that are alive! Clocks aren't alive. So you're going to have to suffer with my morning wake up calls until you learn to get up before I do." Which would suck for him, she thought, since on most days she was quite the morning person.
Aylen grinned when Charles asked if he looked like a maid to her. "But Charles, you're the prettiest maid I know!" she said, grinning brightly. She laughed, knowing that would irritate him if nothing else. "Besides, it's either that or you'll have to put up with being dragged into birthday plans if we go up to moms for breakfast." She knew he'd hate doing that. The only reason Samuel hadn't waken Charles up was because Aylen hadn't wanted to go up to the main house, so someone had to stay back with her. Even if the other person was sleeping.
"Well you can bring out the handbook, but I wouldn't be able to read it. And I wouldn't trust you to tell me the truth about it either if it got you out of making breakfast." She leaned over the back of the couch to watch his amazingly pretty aura head towards the kitchen. She got up to follow him, grinning. "Could we have bacon and eggs?" She asked. "Oh and hash browns! I love those." She hummed happily at the thought.
"Plans? I didn't have any. Today is my day off work. Oh we could go shopping though!" She smiled cattily. She knew Charles hated it when she dragged him to go shopping, mostly because she made him carry the bags. It made him itchy because he wasn't able to quickly unload his hands to defend her if she needed it. But who would attack her in the mall? "I could use some new shoes!"
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Post by charles on May 16, 2012 3:07:56 GMT -5
Charles listened to her rant about the handbook. He smirked. “Well, this handbook is on tape. And the first thing it says, is not to call your bodyguard pretty!” he yelled to her from the kitchen. Joking around with her was one of his favorite things to do. At this point, it was a normality, something that was done every waking minute of every waking day. It was when it started to become intense joking that caused the issues. Neither of them knew when to stop until it was too late and one of them was screaming at the other. And of course, they were both stubborn, so the other wouldn’t take the screaming and just scream right back regardless of who was right or wrong in the situation. That was what Samuel was good for. Always breaking them up right when it got to that point. Unfortunately, he was nowhere to be seen. But for right now, he wasn’t needed anyways.
He could hear her bare feet across the hard wooden floor coming into the kitchen after him. Good, now he wouldn’t have to yell for her. “Seriously? Bacon, eggs, and hash browns again? Don’t you ever get sick of eating the same thing every day? How ‘bout an omelet? Doesn’t that sound so much more amazing than burnt hash browns? I can never get those to be crispy and not black at the same time.” He commented as he reached under the cabinets next to the stove for the large pan for eggs. As he continued to get all of his supplies out, he listened to her hum not just because it was the only thing that was making sound right now aside from the ice maker in the freezer but because he loved listening to her hum. He loved her voice. She may have been blind, but he thought she had a beautiful voice. “Oh, and by the way, I didn’t get you shit for your birthday.” He glanced back at her with a playful grin. “Just sayin’.” He knew she wouldn’t buy that one bit, hence the reason he said it.
When she started talking about shopping, he rolled his eyes. He was almost positive she just suggested that as punishment for him saying that he wasn’t going to get her anything for her birthday. “Ah, that is a great idea! I could use some new boxing gloves. We could stop at Fighter Warehouse and you could carry all the gear I buy.” He chuckled. “Doesn’t that sound like so much fun?” He asked being completely sarcastic. He knew she wouldn’t go for that. He was mostly trying to make a statement of how much of a horrible time he had when he went shopping with her. Not to mention the fact that when he carried everything, he wasn’t able to drop the bags fast enough. Someone could easily take Aylen or kill her, and he wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing about it.
Charles closed the refrigerator. “Okay, that’s it. We are going out to breakfast. Turns out shopping is a good idea after all. Do you realize this house has like no groceries? I’m telling you, it’s because he eat the same thing every freakin’ day.”
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