a friend, a walk, and a pinkie promise '' dominic

[bailey erin owens]

“I do.” She nodded, almost setting the topic aside. Of course Bailey felt too big. We’d been over this many a time. And her mind was quickly growing tired of the topic, though Bailey herself wasn’t quite aware…in fact it was probably safe to say Bailey wasn’t too aware of what was going on at all. Which was kind of sad…If she remembered this, that’s right if she remembered this, she’d definitely be on Dominic about that walk tomorrow. And the next day, and the next. No lies, she may have been drugged up but she liked him.

She smiled, at his chuckle, of course, and then giggled of her own accord. Well it just…made her happy that he liked it. And would admit it. “I knew it.” She scrunched up her nose and shook her head back and forth lightly, childishly. “You should surprise me with something extra fun tomorrow Dominic.” A small nod and she returned her gaze down to a little crack between their legs, to the mulch down below. Absently she starting swinging her legs, only lightly of course, nothing to set off the smooth and rhythmic circling of the rubber swing. “You should play me something…” that though…was totally deep down in her subconscious…and somehow had made its way up. The one thing bailey wasn’t quite getting was that drums weren’t a guitar. And a guitar wasn’t a set of drums. The sound was different. Much.

“Shit?” she shook her head lightly and brought one single finger up to his lips, pressing softly, “Shhhh…” Catch Bailey on any other day when she wasn’t flying high as a kite and she’d probably have a mouth like a sailor. But there was something about not really…being…herself, that made Bailey hate the words. They were so much stronger when under the influence. “Are you in a band?” Again she was intrigued by the idea and looked at him, eyes wide, intent on hearing a yes. Though…vaguely aware that something in the back of her mind told her she wouldn’t be hearing one.

[dominic jasper graves]

Part of him wondered if she even knew what she was talking about, though there was a small voice in the back of his head that kept repeating itself…why? Normally people had a reason for feeling a certain way, but he didn’t normally try and find out why. Though with her, he sort of wanted to know why, but he didn’t want to ask. Partially because of his nerves, and partially because he didn’t think that she was completely aware or understood what she was talking about. If she really wanted him to know, she would tell him…right? Eh, he’ll just let himself believe that right now anyway.

It had been a lot easier to admit that he liked the tire swing that he had thought it would be. A smile tugged at his lips at her giggle. Though it started to falter when she mentioned that he should surprise her…with something fun…tomorrow. Yes he had agreed to go on another walk with her tomorrow, but he was horrible with surprises and fun. Maybe if he was lucky she would just forget that she mentioned that. ”I could, but you’d have to come to my room for that. Not that easy to carry around a set of drums.” he shrugged. He wouldn’t mind that…he liked his drums.

He chuckled a little again at her dislike of his cussing. ”Sorry.” he muttered, though he really wasn’t sorry at all. At least she hadn’t asked him to sing again. Though now he knew to try and keep his language clean. ”Um, no. I don’t talk to people enough for that.” he shook his head. He had thought of it before, being in a band, but he didn’t talk to people enough to know who actually could play instruments and wanted to be in a band.

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[bailey erin owens]

Honestly…Bailey was clueless. That’s…all I have to say about that. No but really. Bailey hadn’t a real…legit, thought in the world. It was all spur of the moment, spontaneous, if you will. If something popped into her head she was likely to say it. Whether she was alone, in a class, with a person, in a group. Anywhere, anytime. Nothing was ever thought through. She never gave anything any thought. Poor thing could almost be considered to be without enough brain capacity to do so. Why, all those years of using and abusing left her with little brain cells…except the ones that really mattered, of course. Which also…aided to her almost innocent appearance. Though it might have come off as ignorance…

His room? As long as it wasn’t dark like Luka’s…In fact she quite liked that idea. How was it that every boy she’d met so far at this new school as a musician? This place might have more for her than her friends back at home…though it was seriously lacking in drugs. But…Bailey could find a way around that. She always did. Crafty little one this one was. That’s right. Weird huh? You’d think the whole clueless thing would mean she couldn’t fend for herself. Well on the contrary. Bailey was quite gifted with finding her way in…and out of situations. Getting what she needed, etc. Quite.

“Yeah I guess it would be hard for a little drummer boy to carry his drums.” Her expression turned to one of false defeat, and she gave it up in a second laughing. “You shouldn’t invite me places that you don’t want me.” Another laugh. Again, under the influence bailey knew that sometimes...she wasn’t welcome. And if she knew where Dommie lived…she might consider it her third home. Or second…

“But I want to hear you play on your not so little drums.” Another giggle and she was back to zoning out on the scene behind him. Which, in turn, made her a little nauseous, and therefore she returned her attention to the boy before her. “You don’t talk to people?” Bailey frowned, shrugging off the fact that he just used…shhhh, the ’s’ word…and changing the conversation quickly to focusing on his apparent lack in friends. “You talk to me…?” Now she was confused. Why would he go online and ask to talk to someone…if he claimed he ‘didn’t’ talk to people?

[dominic jasper graves]

He wasn’t exactly sure if he really wanted someone else in his room…though he really did want to get to know her better and spend more time with her, but the awkwardness level for him would rise if she was in his room. Plus he was afraid that he might mess up if she was in the room, though he didn’t think that she would notice, but he would. Dominic didn’t like making mistakes while playing, and the only thing that normally made him mess with was a pretty girl. And it didn’t help that the last time he played in front of anything living that wasn’t his dog was…a while ago.

”Hey! I’m not little!” he retorted, defending himself. ”And I can carry my drums, just not all at one time.” he added, shrugging slightly. Moving his drum set was not one of his favorite things in the world anyway. ”What? No, I don’t mind you being in my room…” he told her, looking slightly confused. He didn’t think that he had been acting like he didn’t want her in his room…but maybe he was. Eh. He didn’t now. He was just starting to confuse himself now, not that that was too hard to do though.

A small smile curled onto his face. ”That’s good, because I like playing.” he told her. Dominic had almost completely forgotten that they were still spinning, he hadn’t really been paying attention to it that much. “I don’t talk to people that much, depends on if I actually like them enough to talk to them.” he shrugged. He talked to people…occasionally, though normally they were fellow squad members, he just wasn’t good at talking to people. It was easier online, because it wasn’t actual talking, it was just typing. He chuckled softly at her next words, “Yes I talk to you; I just attempt to avoid talking to people normally.”

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[bailey erin owens]

She giggled as he attempted at defending himself. Of course he could carry the drums. Just…not altogether. But would Bailey pass out on another chance to mess around with that nickname of his? Never. It was…fun. And Bailey did know a thing or two about fun. Or at least that she liked it…
“I know.” Another round of giggles, “I bet you’re strong.” She reached out and gave his arm a squeeze before returning her hand to the chain. Now that…would probably make her sound creepy…or like a flirt. And Bailey..definitely wasn’t creepy. And wasn’t quite fully aware of what flirting was. No, she wasn’t stupid. She was aware when a guy was good-looking. But…most things girls did to flirt Bailey just did as part of normal habit. Hard one to decipher this one was.

“All right.” She beamed. If he didn’t mind her being in his room then she’d have no problem coming over. To listen to him play drums. Tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the next…If he only knew what kind of trouble he was getting himself into by suggesting that he was all right with her presence in his space of living. Oh boy. “I’m gonna come see you tomorrow. And you’re gonna play me something.” She said it as more of a statement than a question, or something for him to consider. It was going to happen. It was almost as if she were confirming it with herself. She even gave a little nod at the end it of, sitting up a bit straight. Bailey was definitely trying to focus on remembering that. Dominic was too much fun to forget such an occasion.

“So you do like me!” She lit up once again, giggling only lightly and turning red, more from excitement than nerves. In fact…she wasn’t nervous, nor embarrassed, at all. Oh boy it seemed her body gave off all the wrong signals. “That’s good cause I like you too.” She poked him in the chest and returned her hand to the chains. Wow, was it a good thing he came out here. He was not only a blast…and adorable to boot—yes bailey noticed—but he was proving to be a fantastic distraction. From…things.

[dominic jasper graves]

She giggled a lot. It was kind of cute, and he couldn’t help but smile. He liked her giggle; he just wasn’t exactly sure why he did. Normally he found giggles annoying, but most girls had extremely annoying giggles, at least to his ears. A very select few he could stand, but he could more than stand hers, he actually liked it. Though he still tensed up when she touched him, though it was starting to be more out of habit than anything else. ”Oh yeah. Really strong.” he said, smiling a bit. He really could lift just about whatever he wanted, but that’s because he normally used magic to help him if he wasn’t strong enough to it.

He had a feeling that he had just got himself into something else b y saying he was okay with her being in his room. Just like he had got himself into something when he had agreed to go on a walk with her, and a walk with her tomorrow and walks with her more often. ”Okay. It might be a little messy though.” he told her, shrugging. His room wasn’t the cleanest one in the world, and now that he thought about, he was going to clean his room tonight…or a least straighten up a bit, so that she wouldn’t see it as messy as it was. At least put his dirty clothes away…that might be enough.

Crap. He managed to say things that would come back at him. That was one reason he didn’t like talking this much. He didn’t really even notice her face turning red at all, because his eyes had diverted from her to the tire swing, trying to make his blush hide a little. He looked back up at her when she poked him though, smiling again. ”I guess that is a good thing then.” he nodded. And his nerves were coming back, a bit more, which caused the swing to slow down, because he was forgetting about it a little.

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[bailey erin owens]

“Yes really strong.” She couldn’t help but giggle at this point. Because…she got the feeling that he wasn’t being serious. Bailey…wasn’t quite sure why, but he seemed to give off that vibe. Like everything she said was a bit of a joke. Which she didn’t seem to mind. He was here right? “I bet you could carry me.” She said it more like a statement, like she was sizing him up right then and there. And it was probably true. Bailey was absurdly small, and he was…well he looked muscular. But he wasn’t’ necessarily one of those big guys. But she didn’t think much of it. In fact, her mind was already moving on within a few moments of saying the damn statement.

“Messy is good.” She laughed again, her mind wandering. Her room…could be considered a little messy. For a girl at least. And the scary part was there were all kinds of drug-related paraphernalia on the ground, on her bed, on her desk, under her bed, in her closet. Just sitting about. Yeah, definitely not your typical teenage girls room. “As long as I can lay down somewhere.” What? Bailey liked to lay down when she listened to music. That was another weird little quirk about her. Oh man, this poor guy had a lot to get used to. He hadn’t seen anything yet. “Then we’re fine.” Another smile and her eyes retrained themselves on the boy’s again.

Good thing? Of course that was a good thing. Dominic was the first person at Forevermore she really liked that seemed to like her back. No weird stares, though he seemed a bit uncomfortable around her…But what did Bailey know? “It’s a great thing.” Her smile didn’t falter, but her eyes did and she peered down through the gap between their legs to the mulch below. Maybe…She needed to get back now. At least he was promising her he’d walk with her again. She Bailey’d make damn sure she’d come by and see him, listen to him play music. Whether or not she was aware that drums were louder in closer proximities.

“Let’s walk back, Dommie.”

[dominic jasper graves]

Dominic smiled a bit at her words, and a little more at her giggle. He liked the idea of being strong, it just seemed…appealing to him. He didn’t really know just how strong he was, because he never really tried to figure it out, but he was starting to wonder how much he actually could lift. Though he was sure that he could carry her, she was so tiny, and looked like she weighed practically nothing. He had carried people who looked bigger than her before. ”I bet I could.” he chuckled. She was pretty small, and he almost felt as if he could break her in two if he really wanted to – not that he did, far from it in fact.

She didn’t mind messy? Well that was good. He was still going to straighten his room up a bit though; it wouldn’t take much anyway, only a wave of a hand. He didn’t really want her seeing all of his mess, but he didn’t really want anyone seeing all of it. Plus he had some things that really should be hidden at all times that weren’t, he didn’t think that she would notice them but he was still going to make sure that they couldn’t be seen. Just in case. ”Then we’re good. My room has plenty of space for you to lie down.” now he just hoped that she realized the drums were really loud…though for some reason he doubted that.

Maybe it was a great thing, though he did need to work on how not to feel uncomfortable around her. She was an…interesting person, and he liked that. Hearing her speak again, he stopped the swing altogether and gave her a small nod. ”Okay.” he stepped out of the tire swing, holding it steady with one hand. He kept his hand on the swing for Bailey to get out. Now maybe the walk back would be less awkward for him than the walk there had been.

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