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-Nathaniel Rhys Harrison; 17
-Father; Declan James Harrison; 41
-Mother; Susanne Pierce-Harrison; 38
-Sister; Desirae Grace Harrison; 7

Susanne looked down at the girl tenderly, leading her by the shoulders towards the stairs after Nathan. "We're tired mom, I'll see you in the morning," he said slightly irritated, due to lack of sleep. It was nearly ten. "Come on, sayor," he beckoned softly, wrapping his arm around Sayors waist as they wrapped around a long hallway and up the stairs to the bedrooms. "Here's your new room," he murmured, battling with his eyelids to stay awake as he pushed the door open to the Spanish style bedroom, with a large white bed, wooden floors, and beige walls.

Sayor smiled and waved at his parents. "Thanks again." She said as Nathan led her up the stairs. She could see herself loving it here. The whole atmosphere was loving, inviting. She loved it. A lot. Sayor gasped slightly as she saw the the bedroom. It was a lot better than the attic she grew up in. "Wow. This is amazing." She said gratefully, planting a soft kiss on his lips. "Thanks babe. Goodnight." She said lightly, before kissing him one last time. "I love you." She smiled, and closed the door as he walked to his room. She changed into her pjs, and was asleep as soon as her head hit he pillow, all of her worries and fears were a lifetime away.

((Ff?))

((Yeah))

Nathaniel barely felt Sayors soft kiss, barely heard her loving words, barely felt himself undress and slide into bed with his boxers. He neglected to brush his teeth, or charge his phone. His eyes shut as soon as they hit the pillow, falling Ito a deep peaceful sleep. He awoke the next morning, yawning and stretching loudly. It was 8:30 am, and he felt refreshed. Nathaniel temporarily forgot about sayor until he started brushing his teeth and fixing his braces. Nathan showered briefly before changing, the memories from last night flooding in his kind. "Sayor-!" He gasped, tugging a white shirt over his head as he turned the corner to Sayors room. "Hey baby?" He knocked softly, listening with his ear against the door.

Sayor's eyes blinked open as she heard Nathans voice on the other side of the door. "Yeah?" She said sleepily, sitting up. "You can come in." She called, rubbing her eyes. She hadn't bothered to take off her makeup, or brush her teeth and hair. It was still in a tight French braid, and Sayor knew it would be a frizzy mess that day. She smiled when he walked in, but it was obvious she had just woken up. "Morning." She hummed, undoing her braid gently. She had slept good for once, and was glad. She really needed sleep. Like badly.

Nathaniel pushed open her bedroom door, smiling hen he saw her awake. "Sorry if I woke you," he apologized, bouncing beside sayor on the white comforter. "Morning," he greeted cheerily, kissing her cheeks before a barking sounded at the door. "Watson!" He shouted through the door at the high pitched yipping, soon accompanied by the howl of a bigger dog. "I hope you're alright with dogs," he apologized, kissing sayor gently. "How'd you sleep?" He asked softly, ignoring the barking and sniffing at the door.

Sayor smiled lightly, excited she was there. "No no no it's fine!" She insisted, uniting her braid, then running her fingers through her hair. She jumped when she heard a sharp bark at the door. A dog? Wow. She didn't know that. "Oh it's fine! I love dogs." She responded, kissing him back, until she realized her breath probably smelled awful! She smiled, and leaned back on her hands, finally feeling fully awake. "I slept.great for once. What about you?" She asked, hoping he slept well as well.

"Good, we have two," Nathan sighed in relief, shifting to a kneel on Sayors bed beside her legs under the covers. "I slept fine, im a heavy sleeper," nathan shrugged. He was glad that she was finally safe, stressf free from the evil woman. But what about Hudson? Nathan was slightly worried about how his parents would take t if he asked sayor to live with them for more than just that night. His father had seemed very anti-girlfriend last time the topic came up, although he never said much about sayor. "Come on, breakfasts waiting," he said cheerily, sliding off Sayors bed to put his hand on the doorknob.

Sayor let out a low whistle. Two dogs? Wow...that's a lot. "Sayor smiled. "that's good." She laid back down on her bed, pulling the covers back over her head. She wasn't the best morning person. She would sit up, talk for a bit, but all she wanted as to crawl back into bed and sleep. "Breakfast? Ok. Just let me....put a jacket on." She said sitting up. There was no way she was walking downstairs to breakfast in a tanktop where her boyfriends parents were downstairs. his dad already didn't like her enough. Which she felt completely horrid about. What did she do? Why was she so...unlikeable? She pulled on her jacket over the obey tanktop she had worn to bed. Her barefeet padded down the hallway as she walked down the stairs. She approched the kitchen table, a light smile on her face. "Morning."

Nathaniel escorted sayor downstairs, keeping his dogs at bay from licking sayor crazily, their tails wagging as they yipped excitedly. His hands rested around Sayors waist as they entered the kitchen, where his mother had prepared eggs, sausage, and mini pancakes for breakfast. Yes. "Hey mom," he greeted, glancing around for his father. Nathan tugged a bar stool out for sayor, patting the leather invitingly as he sat up on one next to her. "Good morning, you two," his mother said kindly, stirring an herbal tea she had recently been obsessed with. "How did you two sleep?" She inquired, curious yet worried about her son having their girlfriend over. She knew her Nathy would never lose his virginity so early, but she couldn't help but worry. Maybe her husband had been right to fear for Nathan's relationship.

Sayor smiled at the dogs, stopping to pet them for a moment. "Hi" she giggled, letting them smell her hands, and lick her fingers. She loved dogs. Well...not big dogs. Big dogs freaked her out. A lot. Sayor stood, and followed Nathan to the bar, sitting next to him. "Hello." Sayor greatest with a smile, swinging her legs back and forth slightly. She enjoyed staying here for sure. "I slept great. Thank you." She saw something in his mothers gaze. Caution. Worry. She knew that his parents were worried that they would have...you know what right now, and especially because she was staying at their house. But Sayor would never do that. Ever. She was saving that for whoever she married. "Thanks again for letting me stay here." Sayor said thankfully, so glad for their kindness. With a start, she realized they hadn't explained to his parents why she was here in the first place. But...Sayor didn't want to talk about it yet. Didn't want to relive it quite yet.

"Of course, honey," Susanne smiled broadly, sighing as she pecked her sons forehead on the way out of the kitchen with her tea, prepared to make some calls for work. Nathan scooped portions onto Sayors plate, then his own, handing her a fork for her meal. His eyes fluttered shut temporarily, murmuring a quick grace under his breath before digging into his eggs. Last night had left him hungry, since he had neglected to eating dinner. Nathan dribbled strip over his pancakes, blushing at how hungry he may have seemed. "Anything you want to do today?" He asked softly, wanting to get her mind off of last night.
((Is it Sunday))

((I think so))

Sayor ate her food slowly, probably only eating half of what was on her plate. She'd always had a small stomach, eating like a bird. In the hospital growing up, they had never given her much to eat. Her food was always rationed, she was on a diet from age five to thirteen. It just never changed. She shrugged, looking around the house. "I dunno. I have no plans Want about you?" She asked, placing her hand in her pocket ever her phone usually was, before she realized it had been tossed across the room. Shoot She looked around the kitchen, her wavy brown hair moving with every turn she made. "How many rooms does your house have?" She aided, itching to.explore. She'd always wanted to live in a big house like this.

Nathaniel shrugged a shoulder carelessly, scraping the remains of sausage on his plate onto his fork. He downed some orange juice, watching sayor in amusement look around his house. He never invited people over, unless it was a small group of track buddies or his study group. "My house...?" He repeated, scrunching his eyebrows together. "I don't know, never counted, why?" He asked, reaching over for a napkin as he noticed Sayors plate was still half full.

((Sorry it's short! Obsessed with two songs, Wings by Littel Mix http://youtu.be/QwNJwz2-a8U ))

((it's Ok! I know the feeling!))

Sayor smiled, loving the feel of the mysterious house, the people in it. Everything about it! "I don't know, it's just so big!" She grinned, taking her plate over to.the trash can, scraping the remains into it. She skipped over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "I love you." She murmered. "Let me go get dressed. Ok?" She asked softly, kissing his neck lightly. Hopefully, his parents wouldn't walk in. That would be AWKWARD! On many levels.

Nathaniel blushed, uncertain what to say to her compliment. The house was smaller, yet more expensive than the house they had lived in in Michigan, but he didnt say anything), not wanting to seem bratty. Nath helped himself to more pancakes, still feeling starved after last nights insanity. "I love you too, sayor," he murmured, looking down into her sweet innocent face with his hands awkwardly resting around her shoulders. "Be back soon," he teased, a blush spreading on his face when her lips kissed his neck gently. He hoped his parents didnt see, before sayor skipped off towards her room with Watson and belle at her heels.

Sayor smirked as he blushed, glad he was still that shy, nervous guy she fell in love with. "Ok." She said with a smile, before walking back upstairs to her room. She giggled when she saw the dogs following her. "Hi! You gonna follow me?" She asked softly, bending down and stroking each of them behind the ears. She shut the door softly and dig through her.bag to find something to wear. "Ugh. What looks good?" She asked the dogs, holding up two shirts. Neither of.them did anything but stare at her, wagging their tails like there was no tomorrow. Sayor finally decided on a dressy casual outfit, changing into it quickly. She reapplied some mascara, eyeliner, eyeshadow and some face cover up. She brushed her teeth and was good to go. She skipped down stairs, and smiled when she saw Nathan. "Hey cutie!"

((her outfit: http://ilymorethananything.tumblr.com... ))

((That's cute!! I like the top:3))

Nathan had finished eating and was in the middle of cleaning the counter, when sayor reappeared with both dogs escorting her. "Hey sayor...!" He brightened, his braces flashing as he smiled at her. He couldn't help but appreciate Sayors outfit, kissing her gently when she came close. "You're beautiful," he murmured, squeezing her hand before throwing away the paper towels he used to wipe up some syrup that had spilled. "So I'm giving you a house your?" He asked curiously, hands on his hips.

((I agree! Found it on pinterest! I think the cardigan looks so comfy))
Sayor blushed, looking down for a moment. "thanks." She said softly, feeling a little nervous. No one called her beautiful. Hudson would say it occasionally, but not a lot. All she had heard growing up was that she was ugly and would never amount to anything. And she had heard it so much, that she believed it. At first when Hudson called her beautiful, she argued that she wasn't, but he got so mad at her for arguing with him about it, she decided not to argue...just say thanks. But it didn't mean that she believed it. At all. She kissed him back gently, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Now I can kiss you without tasting like morning breath." She said with a giggle, referring to their earlier kisses. She probably tasted nasty.than...and like toothpaste now. Nathan tasted like syrup, but in a good way.
"Sure." She said with a small shrug, practically giddy with excitement. She couldn't wait to find out what this magnificent home had in store. What he had in store. What life had in store. For the first time in forever, Sayor felt like she had a chance.

((I literally spent ten minutes trying to find a single picture of why Nathan could possibly be wearing. You have any idea how hard it is to find guys clothes??))

Nathaniel hugged sayor lovingly, picking her off the ground and lightly swinging her around with his forehead pressed against hers. "Always," he whispered, kissing Sayors cheeks Italian style. "Morning breath? I didn't know girls had that. I didnt taste it," Nathaniel said honestly, shrugging with a grin threatening to spill over. "You can always kiss me, no matter what," he promised, licking his lips to find that syrup was still existent. "Sorry," Nathan blushed, embarrassed. "I guess we should start at the front or something..." He began, ushering sayor towards the frot door entrance.
(I'm gonna try and find pictures))

((Yes! It's so hard! Try pinterest...you can usually find anything on there.))

Sayor laughed as he spin her around, running her fingers through the frizz bomb She called her hair. She laughed again as he kissed her lips Italian style. Who knew there were so many ways to kiss?? Sayor didn't. But now, she knows. "Oh yeah. Girls ha e bad morning breath." She said With a nod, unable to keep her smile contained, no matter how hard she tried. "It's Ok!" She promised, patting his arm lightly. she loved, and yet hated how easily embarrassed he got over things. It was short adorable and yet, it drove her nuts because she didn't care.about dumb things like that. He didn't have to feel embarrassed. "Ok." Sayor said with a smile, gladly following him to the front entrance. She was excited. Beyond excited....ecstatic.

((GTG))

((Okay!))

((Check first thread, click on link and swipe through the pictures on that web page))

Nathaniel led sayor first to the left wing of the house, looping around and dragging her to the other side if the house. He loved the comfy atmosphere the Spanish house provides, although he yearned for the warm cabin style he grew up with in Michigan. He finally pushed open some doors, leading sayor out to the yard. It was his favorite place to be, the vegetation always lush in the California weather. "What do you think?" He offered timidly, blushing as he saw her reaction. She was overly pleased with most of the house, judging by the oohs and ahhs.

((What first thread?))

Sayor was amazed by the whole thing, gasping awwing the entire time. Her favorite room was the music room they had. She was itching to go right back to it. When she was in the hospital as a kid, one of the nurses noticed how bored she was. So they bought a small keyboard, and they taught her how to play the piano on it. Sayor loves playing it, because she rarely gets to. She plopped down next to Nathan, grinning. "Coolest house ever." She told him with a smile, looking out into the lush backyard. Sayor was having the time of her life here, and she was.sure it was obvious. Hopefully. Her mind however kept flicking back to.his parents. Why did they dislike her? It kind of hurt a little bit. She didn't think she had done anything to make them dislike her? Had she? They sat in silence for a moment, before Sayor got a little restless. She looked at Nathan, then the yard, then Nathan again. An ideas popped onto her head, and she was excited. She tapped his knee, smiling like a little kid. "You're it!" She called right before running out into the yard. She was having a blast. Simple as that.

((Ohhhhh never mind! I get it! :) ))

Nathaniel sat beside sayor, greatly amused and sirprised by Sayors fascination with his house. He never thought much of it, still preferring his old house in Michigan. He hoped that sayor would be able to stay with him, for ever and ever. The fall breeze ruffled Nathaniel's hair as he looked out into the yard, watching one of the tree branches wave slowly, leaves fluttering. When sayor tapped his knee and ran off, it took him a few moments to process what had just happened. Tag? Nathaniel let a slow smile cross his features, slowly standing from his seat as sayor ran off. He loved tag. Especially when he was one of the fastest kids in Los Angeles. Nathan chased after sayor, gaining quickly on her heels with a laugh.

Sayor squealed and picked up the pace as he caught up to her. This was no fair! He was like the track star, and she was an out of shape cancer survivor. Who has the better end of the deal? Nathan! But....underdogs do have a really good chance of winning. Right? She yelped as he came closer, and she made another random turn. She was so going to loose. But winning or loosing doesn't matter, as long as you have fun. Right? Sayor giggled, feeling like a little kid. "Cant catch me!" She taunted, sticking her tongue out. Nathan brought out the restless kid in her, and she totally loved it. A lot. When she wwas with him, she ccould toss her worries behind, and forget it all.

Nathaniel slipped, squatting low as he regained his balance from skidding. "Sayor...!" E panted excitedly, regaining time he lost when he tripped at the corner. He reached his arms out, taking a leap and grabbing Sayors waist in his arms tightly. "I got you!" He laughed, swinging her around as e took hold of her. He kissed the side of her neck lovingly, nuzzling his face into hers. "You're it, now," Nathan grinned, stroking her hair behind her ears. Nathan presently forgot all his cares, all of Sayors home problems. They'd be happy here, alone.

Sayor slowed down for a second, catching her breath, and that was where she made her fatal mistake. She felt his strong arms wrap around her waist as he spun her around. She squealed, laughing. "Nathan!" Sayor had the most fun with Nathan. Each time it almost seemed impossible for him to top it, but he always did without fail. Sayor felt tingles run down her spine as he kissed her neck. She smiled, kissing his cheek lightly as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I think you're it now mister." She said, looking down at his hands that we're around her waist, and than looking up at her arms that were wrapped around his neck. So techniqually, they were both it? Sayor wasn't sure. And she didn't care. She would chase him to the ends of the earth. She didn't need to be it for that! That's how badly she had fallen for him. He could do almost anything, and she would forgive him. She just, couldn't stay away. Even if she tried.

Nathaniel leaned against one of the beams supporting the overhang, with sayor wrapped up protectively in his arms. "We're both it, then," he agreed, laughing gently as he kissed sayor lovingly, his head in the clouds. He didnt know that his father had been watching around the corner, a fearful expression across his face as e saw his son he had worked so hard to protect from growing up finally had his first girlfriend. He felt like he had to stop his son from dating the girl before things went too far, before his little Nathan ran away with sayor. The little Nathan who had always giggled and run Ito his arms when he came home from work. The little Nathan that had always asked the weirdest questions about life. His baby. Declan Harrison walked away, rubbing his temples.
Nathan pulled his lips away from sayor, sighing against her lips. He never wanted to leave sayor. "Come on, there's more," he grinned, hopping sayor was a horse person. In addition to the large house, the yard extended into a garden, then a ranch where his mother kept Sven horses and have private lessons as a job.

Sayor smiled, stroking his neck with her thumb lightly. "Sounds good to me." She was all to eager to meet those soft lips with hers. She kissed him back gently, feeling on top of the world. But at the back of her mind, her thoughts kept flicking to his parents. Those looks they had given her yesterday when she walked into the room, the looks this morning. Sayor hated to admit it, but the loving feeling she had once gotten, was gone. Sayor felt like the wanted her out of their life. Badly. But she was not going anywhere. Ever. She worked to hard to keep him. "There's more? How can there be more?" Sayor asked, surprised. Well this day keeps getting better and better! One new adventure around every corner, places to be seen, to enjoy. Life to be lived. And she was glad she was living it with Nathan. The one person she felt like loved her unconditionally. The one person she loved unconditionally. She was never letting him go. Not now, not ever.

Nathaniel kissed sayor briefly, before dragging her by the hand down a sloped hill down the stony steps, leading down eventually into a shady dirt path. He could almost here the horses whinnying, the smell of manure reaching him. "Our family is kind of the country kind, we've got horses and a ranch down here, " he explained, the ranch coming into view. He could see concern etched into her features, his face autmoatically macthing hers. "What's the matter? " he asked gently.

Sayor grinned, following him down the slippery slope. She was glad she had worn her combat boots. They were good for stuff like that. Plus, they made her feel like some kind of Army Chick that could kick through a wall or something. It was awesome! As they neared the ranch, the smell of manure overwhelmed her senses, and she crinkled her nose in response. It was something she always did. Just one of her little quirks. "This is so cool." She said with a smile, swinging their hands slightly as they walked. When he asked what was wrong, she blushed, looking down. Crap. She was like an open book apparently. Nathan read her better than anyone. Sayor wasn't sure how she felt about that. "I dunno. It's probably nothing, but I don't feel like your parents like me very much." She said with a shrug, finally meeting his worried gaze. Curse her inability to hide her emotions.

Nathaniel ensued that sayor didn't lose her footing, his strong hands securing her as they descended. "Thanks, " he chuckled shyly, releasing sayors hand to push open the gates to the ranch. "My parents ...? They love you sayor, are you kidding? " Nathan enthused, waving hello to one of the little girls that came often to house and ride her horse on their property. "Come here, " he waved her over, brushing off Sayors concerns. They adored her, as far as he could tell.right? Nathan led sayor to his mothers chocolate brown horse, lifting the saddle off the gate to saddle up her horse. Coming to the stables had been desiraes favorite thing to do, riding atop their moms tall horse making desirae feel invincible. Nathan blushed, picturing the two of them riding off into the sunset like in the movies. He was being pathetic. "Have you ever ridden a horse before?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Sayor smiled, and gasped as he opened the gates. "Woah. Fancy." She let out a low whistle. She felt a little dismissed as Nathan pretty much ignored how she felt. Ouch. "Yeah. You are probably right." She said with a small shrug. She did not believe him. Not one bit. The way his parents looked at her, freaked her out. She just, couldn't handle it. How was it possible that all adults seemed to hate her? When she had been nothing but polite? Sayor let him lead her over to a chocolate brown horse. Wait....was she going to ride this? Sayor's heart pounded in her chest. There we're two problems with this set up. One, Sayor was terrified of heights. Two, she had never ridden a horse before. Sayor shook her head, leaning against the railing. "Nope." She said, popping the p out. She was more nervous than the time when she first told Nathan she liked him. And that's saying something, because she was really nervous then.

Nathaniel grinned, retying his shoe laces after having saddled the horse and led it out by the reins. "Come on, I'll ride with you," he promised, beckoning her to come to him. "I'll lift you up, just swing your leg over," he instructed gently, his fingers closing around Sayors while the horse sniffed the air with a soft look in her eyes. "Good girl," Nathan cooed, stroking the horses make lovingly. He had grown to like the horse, her velvety coat smooth to the touch. Nathan directed Sayors foot into the stirrups, hoisting Sayors waist up using why strength he had for a lanky kid. "Good, now I'm coming up," he murmured, jumping up expertly onto he saddle behind sayor, his feet digging into the stirrups where Sayors had been, his hands gripping the reins. "Comfy?" He asked softly, kissing Sayors cheek from behind.

Sayor had turned a little pale, as she walked over to Nathan. "Just...don't let me fall or die. Ok?" She asked softly, the fear obvious in her eyes. She nervously followed him to the horse, smiling nervously. Her palms and hands we're wet with sweat, and she felt like she was going to be sick. Finally, after five minuets of agonizing torture, Nathan lifted her onto the horse. She felt a little dizzy, seeing the huge height difference. "Not really." She muttered, the saddle feeling weird underneath her legs. She was totally out of her comfort zone. It scared her. A lot. She never really went out of her comfort zone, and this made her never want to do it again. She looked down at the ground and moaned. "Why is your horse so tall?" she muttered, keeping her eyes forward. There. She might not die if she does that. Then again, the horse could totally bolt and throw them off, and they would die. Sayor could see that happening. She glanced nervously at the horse. "I decided I like horses better far away." She told him, her hands gripping the saddle thing on the front.

"Hey, don't be nervous! You know I'd never put you in danger, I promise," he assured her, checking that every strap was in place before he scoot foraged on the saddle, lifting his rear and leaning his weight forward as the horse matarted off at a steady trot. "Too fast?" He asked amid the dust being kicked up as the horse clomped along, her head bobbing diligently. "I won't let you fall," he whispered reassuringly, slightly amused by Sayors fear.

Sayor gave him a look that said: shut up I'm trying not to die. She turned forward again, and closed her eyes, a breath of air leaving her as the horse began to Trot. When he asked her if it was going to fast, she gave him another look. "Uh yeah." She decided that she was never ever going out of her comfort zone again. Ever. It was scary, and probably never ever ended well. "Yeah well that's what you said ice skating. Thanks to you I have a bruised tailbone now." She said with a half smile, trying to sound nice. She probably sounded really mean right now, but she was scared enough that she didn't care. As the horse slowed down, Sayor realized it wasn't that bad, but she still was twenty gazillion feet in the air. She closed her eyes, glad that his arms were sort of around her. That made this a little better...but not a lot. After a minuet or two of muttering some not very good words under her breath, she realized that this was a little- a little mind you, fun. She could do this...once a year and be fine. "Ok. This isn't so bad. If we stay going this slow and I don't look down, I don't think I will pass out."she told him with a small smile. Next time, she got to make him go out of his comfort zone. It was time for him to be the scardy cat while she chuckled at his fear.

Nathan halted the horse, slowing her down on the trail they had gone back out onto. "Are you really scared?" He frowned, casually holding the leather reins as he rested his chin on her shoulder. Her discomfort began to make him think that taking her horseback riding hadnt been such a good idea. Espeacially when he picked the tallest horse. "I won't let you get hurt, not this time," he blushed. "That was an accident, I didnt-" e cut himself off, knowing sayor would find a way to use his words against him. "You won't die," he finished firmly, handing sayor the reins with his fingers around her hands and the reins. "Easy, girl," he instructed to the horse, his heels digging into her sides only slightly as they began to move forward, at a walking pace this Tim.

Sayor nodded, glancing down at her trembling hands. "Yeah. I'm really scared." She confirmed, afraid to let go. She felt bad for snapping at him. But when she was scared, she was either a brat, or she didn't talk at all. Unfortunately for Nathan, she was in brat mode. She felt herself visibly relax as they slowed down. She smiled slightly as Nathan tried to defend himself. "I believe you know." She told him, turning to kiss him on the nose. "Sorry for being a brat." She apologized. She was glad that Nathan had taken her, even if she almost passed out from fear. She would have never known that she tolerated horseback riding, if he hadn't taken her. Next it was her turn though. No matter what. Sayor's time.

Nathaniel felt a weight lift off his shoulders as sayor admitted that horseback riding wasn't so bad anymore. Thank god. "You're fine, baby," he teased, kissing her nose back. "Me and Desirae always go riding... I miss her," he admitted softly. He realized with a start that this was the same route he took with Dez as well, rain or shine every Sunday. "I love you, Sayor Rae Dunkley," he admitted, squeezing her middle as he released his hands from hers, sayor holding the reins by herself. "We should get back, in starving, he suggested, slowly tugging on one side of the rein to turn around.

((That's her name right?)$

Sayor's long hair bounced around her shoulders, just like the rest of her, thanks to the horse. "Well that's good." She said with a smile, glad he forgave her. She ran her thumb across the top of his as they bounced along. "I'm sorry. I'm sure she misses you, with me taking up all your time and stuff." She said regretfully. She still hadn't met Des, but wished she could, and ft bad that she was stealing the poor girls big brother. Man. How awful could you get? No wonder his parents didn't like her. Sayor smiled at his whole I love you Sayor Ray Dunkley. "I love you Nathaniel Rhys Harrison." She promised, nearly having a heart attack when he let go. "Nathaniel Rhys Harrison I am not driving this animal." She panicked, saying his full name in a lot less loving way. She relaxed as he took the reigns again, nodding as he said he was hungry. "Yeah. I agree. Let's go." She said with a nod. The sooner she got off this horse, the better.

((Yeah it is! :) ))

"It's okay, I set aside time for her in my weeks. You're not taking her time away," he promised, the routine clopping of the hirse's hooves on the ground soothing him of his longings. "Relax, relax baby! She knows what to do," Nathaniel laughed in amusement, prodding sayor in amusement. "This animal isn't that hard to control, anyway," he murmured teasingly as they neared the gate again. He admired how hysterical she had gotten, providing him with something to tease her about in the future. "You mustn't be so afraid of horses, miss Sayor Ray," he tsked, hopping down from the horse gracefully and leading the horse by the reins back into the stables. "May I?" He offered his hand to sayor, his other hand already stabling her lower back to help her off the horse. Maybe he'd take her horseback riding for her birthday. Buy her a shirt with horses on it. Nathan snickered at the idea, holding Sayors hand tightly.

Sayor raised an eyebrow. "You sure? As much as I would love to hog you, I don't want to steal you away." She said softly, hoping he wasn't just saying that to make her feel better. Because it really didn't. As Nathan began to to.tease her, she blushed. Well her fear seemed irrational now that he teased her about it. "Shut your mouth." She said with a playful glare. She grinned widely for the first time the entire trip.when she saw.the hate. Freedom. At last. "Yes you may." She said eagerly, glad to finally.get off of.this scary creature. She shoved his arm playfully as he continued to tease her. "I'm not scared of the horse Nathaniel Rhys. I'm scared of how tall the horse is and what it can do to me." She corrected, following.him to the house. He was never going to let her live her fear down. So she'll just have to get back at him. Somehow.

"Keep telling yourself that," he flashed a grin again, feeling as if his face would split open if he smiled any more. He replaced the saddle over the small fence that kept the horse inside, before dragging an all to happy sayor out of the stables. "You know what sounds good? An ice cream sundae," Nathan thought aloud to himself, hiking the slope with his hands behind sayor in case she decided to slip and fall. "Well Miss Sayor Ray, that makes you afraid of the horse," he teased, slipping inside the back door of the house and into the cool atmosphere.

Sayor rolled her.eyes, but smiled all the same. It was hard to stay mad at this guy! She watched him put the horse's saddle away, as the color slowly returned to her face. She could breathe easier now, and wasn't scared of fainting any more. Not that she was a safe 20 feet away from the horse, she felt great. "That does sound good. Maybe I will have one." She said with a smile, following him up the slope. She nearly, nearly slipped once, but expertly caught herself. "I'm Ok!" She said to him, her hands out to keep her balance. She was so clumsy it wasn't even funny. It was almost as if she couldn't do anything without falling somehow. That made horseback riding a lot more scary. Knowing that with her luck she would probably fall and die. "That does not! I'm fine with horses! I just don't like to be on them." She protested, glad when they stepped into the air conditioned house. Being outside made her regret wearing a sweater....but....it was just so comfy. And plus, she didn't look bad in it either.

"I'll make you one," he promised, shutting the door behind them as they made their way towards the kitchen of the house. "We'll see about that, Miss Stand Twenty Feet Away From The Horsw," he snickered, tugging the freezer open. "Yes, lots of ice cream," he noted, grabbing the large Costco tub of neoploitan out of the fridge. "Whip cream, bananas, and syrup," he grinned deviously, spinning on his red sneakers to find the bowls. "I like you living here," Nathan noted, tossing a spoon in the air and catching it, waving it a sayor. "It's weird, but today's been like a date for us," he mused, opening te tub.