Denver smiled and giggled a bit at Asher's comment about his "humble abode". She then noticed him stare her down a bit, which made her feel like she was suddenly about to blush......but instead, she shrugged it off as soon as he spoke up again. "You bike? I prefer my board. But I got plenty of friends that love to BMX." Denver crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against a nearby nightstand.. "Yeah, i've been into it for several years now........use to board with my brothers when i was younger, but when i hit Jr. High i decided i wanted to be "different" from them...." she uncrossed her arms and actually make the quote signs around the world different, with her hands. "....so i started focusing more on inline skating, got a bike, and started learning some tricks."
Pushing herself off of the nightstand, Denver walked over to the large windows and stared out towards the ocean she wanted to rush out to desperately for a moment, before turning around with both hands on her hips. "So, it's pretty killer you got that contract with DC, i was gonna post a piece about it in the school paper, but then Jessica wanted to hog up the entire issue with some crap about the latest homecoming fashions.......anyways, you should really compete, you're seriously good. I myself placed in a few BMX prelims......folks made me drop out though, pretty messed up eh?" She sounded casual, but in the back of her head she still was hurt by the fact her parents wouldn't let her compete in the Vegas championship, and even though she hasn't said so to most people, she holds quite a bit of resentment towards them for denying her that opportunity
"Anyways......i love my skates to death as well, so i kinda shoved 'em in my bag at the last moment....leaving enough room for like one swim suit, night clothes, and one outfit......SO, maybe you could show me a clothing store or a mall or something later?"
By the time she finished talking, Denver had walked back over towards Asher, and her right arm was across her chest, w/ her right hand wrapped around the upper portion of her left arm.
She couldn't help but smile again, knowing how silly she probably sounded to the average person.......a girl, forgoing stuff like clothing, shoes, and make up, for a pair of skates.
Pushing herself off of the nightstand, Denver walked over to the large windows and stared out towards the ocean she wanted to rush out to desperately for a moment, before turning around with both hands on her hips. "So, it's pretty killer you got that contract with DC, i was gonna post a piece about it in the school paper, but then Jessica wanted to hog up the entire issue with some crap about the latest homecoming fashions.......anyways, you should really compete, you're seriously good. I myself placed in a few BMX prelims......folks made me drop out though, pretty messed up eh?" She sounded casual, but in the back of her head she still was hurt by the fact her parents wouldn't let her compete in the Vegas championship, and even though she hasn't said so to most people, she holds quite a bit of resentment towards them for denying her that opportunity
"Anyways......i love my skates to death as well, so i kinda shoved 'em in my bag at the last moment....leaving enough room for like one swim suit, night clothes, and one outfit......SO, maybe you could show me a clothing store or a mall or something later?"
By the time she finished talking, Denver had walked back over towards Asher, and her right arm was across her chest, w/ her right hand wrapped around the upper portion of her left arm.
She couldn't help but smile again, knowing how silly she probably sounded to the average person.......a girl, forgoing stuff like clothing, shoes, and make up, for a pair of skates.