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Charlotte Sinclaire

"If it means feeling free, even for a second, then why not?"

0 · 678 views · located in Farswood, Alabama

a character in “Moonlight”, as played by Horseygirl

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Full Name
Charlotte Beatrice Sinclaire
"Absolutely dreadful, isn't it?"

Nicknames
Lottie, Lots, Char, really she'll respond to anything that sounds remotely like her name
"Please, call me Lottie."

Age
17
"Nearly old enough to drink back home. I'll be 18 in one month."

Occupation
She works at a local animal clinic
"Coonhounds. Why do southerners love Coonhounds so much?"






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Eye Colour
Very light blue, at times almost appearing to be a very light springy green

Skin tone
A gentle shade of ivory, that very seems to tan at all

Hair colour
Platnuim blonde curls, that she often straightens

Height:
5'1"

Build
She has a very light, lithe build with an hourglass figure. She has a very feminine build, but not much muscle on her. If it came down to it, she'd probably have a hard time defending herself if she had to.

Distinct markings
She has a very small feather on her left shoulderblade, but now she always covers her back up because after being attacked by a wolf she has deep claw marks that rake down her back




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Likes
Animals, especially her dog
Her brother
Feeling safe
Having fun
Feeling free
Laughing/making people laugh

Dislikes
Being forced into things
Snobby people
Not feeling free
Seeing people cry
Her father

Personality
Lottie isn't one who is always the most cautious. In fact, she throws caution to the wind and will do anything for the thrill of it. She won't do anything too bad, like drugs, robbery, or anything like that. She doesn't want anyone to get hurt, she just wants to feel like she has control of her own life. It's something she's never had, but always desired. And once she gets it she is not at all willing to give any of it up. Admittedly, sometimes she'll get herself into trouble on purpose. She does have a terrible self-destructive streak. Sometimes she'll put herself into harm's way and just sort of... let it happen. She won't let anyone else get hurt but she doesn't always make 100% sure that she isn't in danger. To be honest, she doesn't know who she is and will drown her feelings in meaningless sex or really anything to get her mind off of how she never learned to love herself because her parents ripped away the only person who ever truely loved her. She's very critical of herself and nobody knows just how much she doesn't care about herself because she hides it behind a bright smile. She has a nasty habit of picking people that are the very worst for her, and only going to hurt her. She just wants it to all go away, even if it is just for a minute.

But just because Lottie doesn't care about herself, doesn't mean that she doesn't care about anything else. She's very friendly and outgoing, making it easy to become friends with her. And once you're her friend you will see that she really does have a heart of gold. She is fiercely loyal, and won't give up on someone she cares about, no matter how many times they hurt her. No matter what they do, she will always welcome them back with open arms. Even if it's really not a good idea, because they are only going to keep hurting her. She loves making people laugh, and will do anything to see someone's face light up and know it's because of her. She can sit and listen to people pour their hearts out to her for hours. She always gives the best advice, and would never judge anyone. No matter how badly they've screwed up. She loves dragging her friends along into her wild or dangerous schemes. She may let herself get hurt, but she would never anyone else get hurt. She would throw herself in front of someone she cares about without a second thought.

While Lottie can be a little wild, she does have another side that she is a little shy about showing sometimes. It's usually reserved for the animals she takes care of, children, and anyone that she truely loves. But it does come out whenever she sees anything hurt- animal or human. Which, right now, it only her brother. Not to say that she isn't kind to everyone she meets, she most certainly is, but that breathtaking tenderness that she holds she tends to keep to herself. Since her mother really didn't care about her, she is really very maternal. She has endless bounds of patience and always has a warm embrace or a gentle smile to give. She can really be quite affectionate, and loves to be close to the people that she loves. She is very accepting of any flaws, and will look right over them. She just wants to make people better if they are sick, or happy if they are fine. She'll give away everything until she has nothing left, simply to make someone smile.






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History

Charlotte Beatrice Sinclaire was born into a very wealthy family, the Sinclaires. They were very respected- it was an honour to hold the Sinclaire name. Her parents were William and Elizabeth Sinclaire. Her father was a doctor, and her mother was a well-known ballerina. They first had her big brother, Liam. In public, they were a loving and affectionate family. But behind closed doors, they barely even noticed their child. When they had Lottie, nothing changed. Pretty much the only time they could get their parents to look at them was when they were posing for photos.

Naturally, Liam and Lottie had to depend on each other. She looked at her brother like he had hung the stars and the moon. Their parents couldn't care less about them, but he was always there for her. They would play together, laugh together, and he was the only person who kept her feeling loved and happy. They were close enough in age that they grew up together, but far enough apart that he took care of her. Nannies 'cared' for them, but really Liam was the only reliable person in her life. She loved him so much. She still loves him so much.

As they got older, their parents got more 'interested'. Really they just wanted to make them exactly like themselves. Her father tried to force her brother to follow his footsteps and go to medical school. Her mother forced Lottie to stand by her side at public events, all dolled up and with a charming smile plastered on to her face. She would force her to appear charming and sweet in public, bu really she didn't care what her daughter did behind closed doors. so long as it remained behind closed doors. If she so much as stepped a toe out of line in public, both of her parents were very harsh to her. They didn't care about her, they just wanted the family to look good. She didn't really care about any of that, so long as she could take refuge in her big brother. He always kept their parents from being too hard on her.

But when Lottie was just twelve, her whole world fell apart. Her big brother fought with her father and he was kicked out. Her father refused to let her see Liam, no matter how hard he tried. It was horrible. She was all alone, and he was on the streets. She had no idea if he was even alive. She looked for sympathy in her mother, but she proudly stood by her husband. They acted like their son didn't even exist. They took down any pictures of him, that cleared out his room, all she had of his was an old tee shirt that they had missed when they were throwing out all of his stuff. Her home didn't feel like home anymore. She had never felt more alone. Her parents didn't help. Her mother kept forcing her to look perfect, like a sweet little porcelain. Eventually, she just couldn't do it anymore.
A few years after her brother left, she had deteriorated enough that she really didn't care what happened to her anymore. As the years went on she just became lonelier and lonelier. It wore down on her. She would do anything to numb that loneliness, even just for a second. She started having meaningless sex, and getting in trouble at school. Her parents kept it hidden from the public, but didn't even bother asking her what was wrong or trying to help her. They just let her drown.
The only time they noticed was when she got caught in a public scandal. She'd had sex with a young newlywed who so happened to be a very well-known politician. Not only did she receive a cold hard slap from his wife, but her own father slapped her across her face. Hard. Lottie didn't even fight back.

William Sinclaire had taken a nasty liking to hunting. Lottie told him it was wrong and she hated it, but what could she do? She respected the wolves more than she respected the humans. In fact, she was kind of fascinated with them. Just a few months ago, her father had just returned from a hunting trip when it happened. The wolves had locked on to his scent and followed him home in their human forms. At night, they shifted and attacked. They killed her parents, just as brutally as her father had killed those wolves. A younger wolf stumbled upon Lottie in her room, and raked his claws down her back. She cried out in pain, but she didn't fight back. She didn't even try to hurt the wolf. When he was about to bite her, and actaully apologized for what her father had done. She would've never been a part of something so horrible. The wolf paused, then gently rolled her on her stomach so she would appear dead. With that, they left.
Lottie is an orphan now and lives has just moved in with her brother again. The moment when she saw him at the airport and he scooped her up into his arms was the happiest moment of her life. She loves him so much and is so happy to be with him again, but she is ashamed of who she's become. She's a mess, and she knows it. she fears that he knows it too.
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Nobody's Home - Avril Lavigne

I couldn't tell you why she felt that way,
She felt it everyday.
And I couldn't help her,
I just watched her make the same mistakes again.

What's wrong, what's wrong now?
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.

She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.

Open your eyes and look outside, find the reasons why.
You've been rejected, and now you can't find what you left behind.
Be strong, be strong now.
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.

Her feelings she hides.
Her dreams she can't find.
She's losing her mind.
She's fallen behind.
She can't find her place.
She's losing her faith.
She's fallen from grace.
She's all over the place.
Yeah, oh

She's lost inside, lost inside...

So begins...

Charlotte Sinclaire's Story

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Lottie was awake, but couldn't quite bring herself to open her eyes. Her dog Bear had his massive head resting on her stomach, loyally watching out for her. The sun hadn't started to peak over the horizon yet, but the sky was beginning to lighten up. She wavered between being asleep and awake, until she finally gave in and opened her light eyes.

With a heavy yawn, Lottie sat up and her dog did the same, watching her intently with his tail wagging. "Yeah, I know. You want your morning walk." She smiled fondly and her giant black Newfoundland, who almost appeared to be smiling at her. She couldn't help but chuckle at his expression.

She kicked off her blankets, and wandered over to her dresser. By now she had learned not to underestimate Alabama's weather. She tugged on a sky blue tank that brought out her eyes and some cutoff shorts, and couldn't help but smile, imagining her mother's reaction to what she was wearing. It was a Saturday, so she didn't have to dress for work. She did still have to go in to feed the animals, but there weren't any appointments today unless there was an emergency or something. She hadn't been there long, but the vet told her that sometimes he would get calls on a Saturday or Sunday if someone's dog was sick, someone's horse had stepped in a hole, or something like that. He would have her come along to help him, so he only asked that she kept her phone on her. The town was small enough that she could just walk anywhere she wanted to go and some people even rode their horses around town to pick up milk or visit a friend. What was this, the old west?

After brushing out her wild golden curls and slipping on a pair of flats, Lottie headed out of her bedroom with her dog quietly, not wanting to wake anyone. The Jennings had been so kind to let her come live with them, after her brother was granted custody of her. Since she was very attached to her brother now that she had him back and was almost never seen without him at home, they had given her the room next to his.

Knowing that he had to get up to take care of the horses, Lottie quietly snuck into his room, Bear at her heels. She shut the door behind her in an attempt to keep the others in the house from hearing her and waking up. Bear and her simultaneously pounced on Liam gently enough not to hurt him but hard enough to wake him up. Bear pawed at his legs, and Lottie herself up on her elbows, that rested on his chest. "Billyyyy." She sang, smiling brightly. "It's time to wake up!" She grinned at him, laughing. She had always woken him up like this as a child and clearly that hadn't changed. Her light laughter filled the room, like the chiming of bells. It was a rare thing to hear, nowadays.

"Now, I have to check on the animals at the clinic and i'll probably take Bear with me since it's not like he'll let me go along." she smiled, glancing over at her dog fondly. He was arguably as protective of her at her brother was. She looked back at her brother, that sunny smile never wavering. "And I think you have some horses to feed. I'll be back soon, and i'll come see you when I go to give Starling her carrots." She had taken a liking to one of the horses, name Starling. Her coat was pure gold with a white mane, and she had one blue and one brown eye. Technically it was a fault so she couldn't be participate in any really good shows. She had the perfect build for dressage, which was Lottie's best event. Starling couldn't jump well at all, which meant hardly anyone rode her because that was what everyone rode down in the south. Her mother had allowed her to do it, deeming it 'lady-like' enough but she would only allow her to specialize in dressage ("The event for queens").
Lottie rested her cheek on his chest for a moment, and closed her eyes. "I really missed you, big brother." She murmured, and stayed there for a moment with him before sighing and forcing herself up. She started towards the door with Bear, turning for a moment to say goodbye. "Love you, Billy." She grinned at him, before leaving with her dog and closing the door softly behind her.

She started out the door with her massive dog lumbering beside her. She didn't bother putting him on a leash, since she knew he would never stray more than a few metres from her. The sun was just starting to rise, and the morning was nice. It was a little misty, making the morning nice and cool.








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Lottie was awake, but couldn't quite bring herself to open her eyes. Her dog Bear had his massive head resting on her stomach, loyally watching out for her. The sun hadn't started to peak over the horizon yet, but the sky was beginning to lighten up. She wavered between being asleep and awake, until she finally gave in and opened her light eyes.

With a heavy yawn, Lottie sat up and her dog did the same, watching her intently with his tail wagging. "Yeah, I know. You want your morning walk." She smiled fondly and her giant black Newfoundland, who almost appeared to be smiling at her. She couldn't help but chuckle at his expression.

She kicked off her blankets, and wandered over to her dresser. By now she had learned not to underestimate Alabama's weather. She tugged on a sky blue tank that brought out her eyes and some cutoff shorts, and couldn't help but smile, imagining her mother's reaction to what she was wearing. It was a Saturday, so she didn't have to dress for work. She did still have to go in to feed the animals, but there weren't any appointments today unless there was an emergency or something. She hadn't been there long, but the vet told her that sometimes he would get calls on a Saturday or Sunday if someone's dog was sick, someone's horse had stepped in a hole, or something like that. He would have her come along to help him, so he only asked that she kept her phone on her. The town was small enough that she could just walk anywhere she wanted to go and some people even rode their horses around town to pick up milk or visit a friend. What was this, the old west?

After brushing out her wild golden curls and slipping on a pair of flats, Lottie headed out of her bedroom with her dog quietly, not wanting to wake anyone. The Jennings had been so kind to let her come live with them, after her brother was granted custody of her. Since she was very attached to her brother now that she had him back and was almost never seen without him at home, they had given her the room next to his.

Knowing that he had to get up to take care of the horses, Lottie quietly snuck into his room, Bear at her heels. She shut the door behind her in an attempt to keep the others in the house from hearing her and waking up. Bear and her simultaneously pounced on Liam gently enough not to hurt him but hard enough to wake him up. Bear pawed at his legs, and Lottie herself up on her elbows, that rested on his chest. "Billyyyy." She sang, smiling brightly. "It's time to wake up!" She grinned at him, laughing. She had always woken him up like this as a child and clearly that hadn't changed. Her light laughter filled the room, like the chiming of bells. It was a rare thing to hear, nowadays.

"Now, I have to check on the animals at the clinic and i'll probably take Bear with me since it's not like he'll let me go along." she smiled, glancing over at her dog fondly. He was arguably as protective of her at her brother was. She looked back at her brother, that sunny smile never wavering. "And I think you have some horses to feed. I'll be back soon, and i'll come see you when I go to give Starling her carrots." She had taken a liking to one of the horses, name Starling. Her coat was pure gold with a white mane, and she had one blue and one brown eye. Technically it was a fault so she couldn't be participate in any really good shows. She had the perfect build for dressage, which was Lottie's best event. Starling couldn't jump well at all, which meant hardly anyone rode her because that was what everyone rode down in the south. Her mother had allowed her to do it, deeming it 'lady-like' enough but she would only allow her to specialize in dressage ("The event for queens").
Lottie rested her cheek on his chest for a moment, and closed her eyes. "I really missed you, big brother." She murmured, and stayed there for a moment with him before sighing and forcing herself up. She started towards the door with Bear, turning for a moment to say goodbye. "Love you, Billy." She grinned at him, before leaving with her dog and closing the door softly behind her.

She started out the door with her massive dog lumbering beside her. She didn't bother putting him on a leash, since she knew he would never stray more than a few metres from her. The sun was just starting to rise, and the morning was nice. It was a little misty, making the morning nice and cool.








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On a Friday night, you could find Darla at the hottest parties in Farswood. There was nothing better to do on the weekends then to get high and drunk. But, you only ever saw the popular kids there. Darla had spent the entirety with Farswood high school’s football star. Austen Rhodes they’d never been official, but they hooked up enough to make them seem like they were dating. Austen kept handing her drink after drink, until she’d lost count and ended up sleeping with him. She glanced to the clock, the red digital numbers reading 4:00 am. She jumped up quickly, slipping her clothes back on.

“Where the hell are you goin’?” Austen asked sitting up and slipping his jeans back on, walking over to her side of the bed, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her hard. She shoved him away picking up her shirt from the ground and tugging it over her head, pulling her long brown hair out from the collar. “That right there, is exactly why you ain’t my girlfriend.” He said lighting himself a cigarette.

DJ rolled her eyes grabbing the cigarette from his fingertips and pressing it to her lips. “No sweetheart, I ain’t your girlfriend, because I could do a whole hell of a lot better.” She smirked, handing the cigarette back to him. “See you Monday Rhodes.” She said slipping out of the bedroom as she adjusted her skin tight short leather skirt.

She pushed past the teenagers who were still partying, she could hear Austen calling after her but she didn’t stop as she slipped out of the house, feeling like shit for once again letting Austen take advantage of her but she pushed the thought from her mind as her eyes fell on the sober red head sitting on the porches railing alone. Her best friend Mabelle was the sweetest, most innocent girl she’d ever meet and she wasn’t entirely sure why the two of them were friends or how Mabelle was even popular, but they complemented each other and Mabelle was the only person who’d stuck by her side through thick and thin when he life had fallen apart.

“May, you ready to get out of here?” she smiled to her friend and watched as she jumped off down from where she was sitting ad linked arms with her looking up at her with a soft smile.

“I thought you’d never ask.” She laughed as the two headed out to Mabelle’s car. The drive was long only because the Jenning’s ranch was on the outskirts of town. The two drove in silence as Darla tried to keep from falling asleep. Once they got to the driveway, the car came to a stop and Dee glanced to her friend.

“You sure you don’t wanna stay the night?” she asked and May simple shook her head, her parents were extremely strict and she’d be lucky to if she didn’t get in trouble for staying out so late. “Alright.” She said leaning over and kissing May’s cheek. “Thanks for the ride.” She smiled stepping out of the car.

The drive way was long and Darla had way too much time to beat herself up about what had happened at the party. Come Monday, there was no telling what awful rumor Austen would have started about her, he was good for making her look like a total whore. She walked around the back of her house because she knew her father would be awake and she’d be in deep shit coming home this late. She went straight to her window only she’d forgot to leave it open so she went straight to Liam’s window and tapped on it, a second later he was at the window. He always waited up for her, it had almost become a tradition.

“Where the hell have you been?” he whisper yelled and she rolled her eyes as she climbed through the window, head pounding and still fairly drunk. “Because of you, I had to lie to your father.” He spat in his faded British accent.

“Can it, my head is killing me and you’re not helpin it.” She sighed. “I was with Austen and Mabelle.” She smirked. “At a party.” She shrugged.

“That guy’s nothing but trouble Dee.” Liam sighed as she headed towards the door, she wasn’t in the mood to be lectured by him, not now anyways.

“Whatever Will, thanks for waiting up.” She spat sarcastically slipping out of his bedroom and heading down the hall towards hers. She opened the door only to be greeted by both her dogs. She slipped out of her cloths leaving her in her bar and underwear as she climbed into her bed exhausted. Lucy laid at her feet, while Maverick laid on the floor next to the bed. It took less the a second for her to fall asleep, exhausted from the night.



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Liam had spent the night hunting, it was easy to slip out of the house after everyone was fast asleep. If Mr. Jennings or his sister, Lottie found out what he was doing he could guarantee they’d both be extremely unhappy. Darla however wasn’t home and she knew he was a hunter, simply because he’d been the one to save her from the wolves. He’d had no luck and he’d started heading back, climbing through his bedroom window and taking a quick shower, exhausted from being out all night.

There was a tap on his window and he rolled his eyes already knowing who it was. He opened the window and tried lecturing Darla, but she’d only ignored him and left. He climbed into bed passing out instantly. Only he wasn’t asleep long before he heard his bedroom door open and his sister and her dog were gently waking him.

"Billyyyy. It's time to wake up!" his sister’s voice woke him, but he kept his eyes closed groaning miserably as if he had a hangover, throwing his arm over his eyes. "Now, I have to check on the animals at the clinic and i'll probably take Bear with me since it's not like he'll let me go along." he listened, too exhausted to comment back. "And I think you have some horses to feed. I'll be back soon, and i'll come see you when I go to give Starling her carrots." he nodded letting her know he was listening.

She rested her cheek on his chest and he lazily rested a hand on her back. They were close, he had practically been her father when they were younger. When he’d been kicked out it nearly killed him and when he’d seen her again it was incredibly to know she was alive, let alone safe, because he’d been worried she’d been dead or something had happened because he hadn’t been around to protect her from the wolves or her parents. Although it was slightly hard to deal with Darla’s jealousy and Lottie, the two of them both meant a lot to him, but they didn’t get along, but that was mostly because Darla wasn’t fond of sharing anything.

"I really missed you, big brother. Love you, Billy." he could hear the grin in her voice and a second later he heard his door close and he was alone again, he let out an exhausted sigh.

“Love you too kid.” He mumbled like she was still in the room. He laid there for a while longer trying his hardest to fall back asleep, but when he couldn’t he sat up and got dressed for the day. Slipping on his jeans and a plain white shirt as he headed into the kitchen, Mr. Jennings was already dressed in his uniform, reading the newspaper sipping his coffee, like he as every morning. “Morning Mr. J.” Liam smirked pouring himself a cup of coffee, joining Beau at the table.

“There was an attack last night.” Darla’s dad, sighed laying the newspaper down, pretty brutal, I’m head out in a minuet to check it out.” Liam tried to keep the shocked look off his face, attack? But, he’d been hunting all night. He thought to himself confused. “Old man Rylie, it’s a shame, he was a good man.” Beau continued letting him know who’d been attack, standing up. “You think you can handle the ranch today?” he asked and Liam nodded taking a sip of his coffee. Mr. Jennings normally had Saturday’s off and in return gave Liam Saturday’s off.

“You got it, tell Mrs. Rylie I’m sorry for her loss.” He said sighed pissed at himself for having let that happen. Mr. Jennings’s gave Liam a simple tip of his cowboy hat as he grabbed his key’s and head out leaving Liam alone only he wasn’t alone long.

“Hey! Did daddy just leave?” Annabelle’s voice came from behind him, Liam nodded turning to look at the younger Jennings’s who resemble her sister. “Damn.” She breathed “Well in that case you mind helpin me saddle up Dream?” she said wicked smirk on her lips that matched Darla’s almost perfectly.

Liam raised a brow. “Dream…catcher? Darla’s Dream?” he asked watching Anna nod. “Alright, but don’t come cryin to me when Darla kicks your ass.” He laughed heading outside with Annabelle.




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Lottie hurried to the animal clinic, Bear effortlessly keeping pace with her. She dug the key out of her back pocket, unlocked the door, and slipped inside with her dog at her heels. Bear stayed in the waiting room, since he had a bad habit of making the cats nervous. He would never hurt them, but try telling that to a three-legged cat that pretty much hates everything. Her boss's little white cat that had only one ear and no tail, Sarafina, meowed happily at her and hopped up on her shoulder.

She went about her business, feeding the animals and making sure all of them were still alive and well. Most of them were just being kept there for observation after surgeries and such. A few of them her boss, Andie, had picked up and put up for adoption. Either they were abandoned, or their owners gave them up because they didn't want to pay for them. Those animals that were staying long-term greeted her warmly. Knowing that Andie would be over to brush them and take them out later, Lottie encouraged Sarafina to jump down and she said farewell to the animals. The dogs barked and wagged their tails, while most of the cats really could care less. A few of them meowed, but most of them didn't even bother to look up.

Chuckling, she joined her dog once more and slipped outside, locking the door behind her. It was still early in the morning, and the small town was quiet. A few people grabbed their paper from their doorstep, but other than that nobody was out. Her phone buzzed in her pocked. When she pulled it out, she grinned when she saw who it was from- Declan. She had befriended him rather quickly when she moved to Farswood. He wasn't concerned with wether or not she was born there, and he didn't ask questions about why she had suddenly come there. 'Are you home? I have to give something to Darla and I can probably just pass it off to you.

She walked slowly along, not looking where she was going as she started to text him back. But before she could, she ran into a bit of a roadblock... quite literally. She slammed right into a male who had been jogging. She was knocked straight onto her bum, and before he could make a move to help her Bear growled menacingly at him. Lottie blinked, surprised, and looked up at him. He was probably a foot taller than her, and devastatingly handsome. He had dark hair, and stormy eyes that made her heart flutter.

"O-oh, sorry about that. I was distracted." She chuckled, and the slightest hint of a blush coloured her cheeks. Did she just stutter? Charlotte Beatrice Sinclaire did not stutter. He offered his hand to her, which she graciously took. With a very light tug on his hand, she was up in one swift motion. "I'm Lottie. The new girl." She smiled, and figured he had probably heard of her. She learned quickly that word traveled very quickly in this town. It was almost as though they had nothing else to talk about- it was pretty boring here. Although it was pretty obvious that she wasn't from around here, given her accent.
With a soft smile, she rested a hand on her hip and gave Bear a light pat on his head to silently tell him to settle down.






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Declan laid on his stomach, his face buried in his pillow to block the sun that was steadily growing brighter. Despite his greatest efforts, he couldn't fall back to sleep. With a groan, he rolled over and covered his eyes. The sun stung his eyes. He squinted at his alarm clock, and sighed heavily. He easily could've gotten another few hours of sleep, but for some reason he just couldn't settle down enough to fall asleep again. He had already been laying in bed for an hour.

Sighing, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and rubbed his eyes before making his way over to his dresser. He absently made his way to his bathroom, and hopped into the shower. Once he was finished he wrapped a towel around his waist while he grabbed a pair of jeans and teeshirt from his dresser. As he finished getting ready, the small house he lived in remained silent. To anyone else, the silence would be deafening. He had grown used to it, and even pretended that he liked it that way. He lived alone, in a small house that was only a few away down from his alpha's home. It wasn't nessesary, but all of the wovles just seemed to gravitate towards him. It was natural- it made them comfortable. Even in their human form, they were all still very attached.

His German Shepard was still fast asleep on the edge of his bed, and didn't even look up while his owner got ready. He glanced at the purse that sat on his desktop. It was Darla's. She had left it at the party last night, and he had picked it up with the intention of giving it to Lottie so she could give it to her. Thinking of it, he probably should run it by her. He pulled out his phone and texted his friend. 'Are you home? I have to give something to Darla and I can probably just pass it off to you.'

He waited a few minutes for her playfully snarky remark but sighed when he got none. She was probably still asleep. He threw on a pair of shoes, grabbed the bad, and headed out the door. It was just down the street, so he walked. It was a little embarassing, though, walking with a women's purse. Luckily everyone still appeared to be asleep.

When he finally got there, he knocked on the door and offered Mr.Jennings a small smile when he answered the door. "Is Lottie home?" he asked softly, and blinked in surprise when he shook his head. "Left just about fifteen minutes ago." He answered. "Oh... uhm, is Darla here then?" He nodded, and went off to go find her. [/center]
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Blue walked for a while, along the empty dirt road, thinking about her dream. It was a dream she had often, so it shouldn't shake her so badly, but this time it had. Because she could remember hardly anything about that night aside from being on a hunt with her pack, the hunter's eyes, and the bullet that had ended up lodged in her shoulder. The rest of it was fuzzy. Something some fancy psychologist might call selective memory, blocking out the bad parts to avoid dealing with them. For the weeks following the shot, Blue had read everything she could get her hands on on the subject and that was the best answer she'd come up with as to why the night was such a blur.

She could remember hunting. But she couldn't remember what they'd been hunting. She'd had the dream a hundred times and always experienced the same things. The night forest, the familiar scent on the air she couldn't quite place, the shapes gliding along with her, the attacking wolves, and then the hunter's eyes and the pain of his shot. She'd never once seen the prey. Not until the night before at least and it worried her.

Because she knew Darla had been attacked by wolves at one point, and she knew what they were like on the full moon, wildly untamable due to the fact that they suppress their changing, saving it for single night a month, prone to hunting down people in their human lives that mean things to them. What she didn't know was if there was any truth to the dream. And why she would suddenly remember it.

Darla was an old friend of hers. Emphasis on was. Not that they didn't get along anymore or they hated each other, they just hadn't talked in ages. Because of a hundred reasons. For one, Darla was a human and she was a wolf so really close friendships like theirs had been was a taboo anyway. Also, because Darla was vastly popular, with all the right friends while Blue was typically thought of as trashy. Not that she didn't go to parties or sleep around, she did, but with her, when she did those things, vicious rumors often spread about her whereas Darla was literally at the top of the social ladder and protected by the kind of bullshit Blue often got.

Aside from those obvious reasons that they didn't talk though were the deeper scars in their friendship. All the shit that had happened between their two families had caused a rift between them. A rift that Blue had helped widened by trying to avoid Darla at all costs, because of the fact that she knew something horrible that Darla did not. She knew that Darla's mother hadn't just run out on her. She'd been killed. By her own mother. But Blue could never bring herself to tell Darla that. Not only because it would hurt her, but because she'd probably hate her and Blue's tiny list of important people would decrease by one, leaving a huge dent in it. Besides, Darla's father was a very successful police officer and already had plenty of reason to hate her family. Telling Darla could get her mother locked away forever, or worse, seeing as she's a wolf, killed.

Blue hadn't talked to Darla in ages. They'd seen each other, when she worked in her mother's restaurant, but they hadn't had a real conversation. Blue had been too busy avoiding her.

The sound of wheels on the road next to her pulled her from her thoughts and she glanced over to see a familiar pick-up, driving alongside her slowly, keeping her speed. The man behind the wheel rolled down the window on her side and she rolled her eyes. "Hey there Baby Blue." He smirked at her, alternating between looking at her and the road ahead. "Need a lift?"

"Not from you Skip." Blue said and continued to walk. She didn't really know his real name, but everyone called him Skip because he had a tendency to skip town. He always came back, because no one every really got out of Farswood, once you were there, you were stuck, but he was leaving so often, it was probably the closest the town had to a real runaway. Skip was a heart throb. Out of high school and older than her by six years at 23 years old, and incredibly hot. All the girls in town found him attractive because he was the very definition of a cowboy. Right down to the hat and boots. He wasn't very smart, but he was a real smooth talker.

"Come on honey, you'd rather walk in this sun?" He said with a charming grin, like he was just offering her a ride, but she knew what he wanted. For some damned reason, he liked her when rarely anyone else did. Guys liked her, sure, but only because they thought of her as easy. Not for any other reason. Skip seemed to like something about her, but she wasn't sure what it was, she just knew there had to be a reason he kept chasing after her. Because she'd never seen him go back to the same girl twice.

"Skip," She stopped and faced him and he stopped his truck, like he was expecting her to get in. Blue smirked and placed her hands on the open window, leaning in a little toward him, pulling her lollipop from her mouth. "I wouldn't get in this rust bucket on wheels if you paid me baby."

With that, she started walking again. "Aw, come on sweetheart, it's just a ride." He pleaded, continuing to roll next to her and she scoffed.

"No it ain't. I know what happens if I hop up there." She grinned wickedly as she walked.

"And what's that?" He asked like he didn't already know.

"We'll end up back at your place." She smirked and glanced at him

"Come on, is that so bad?" He laughed cockily. "You had fun last time."

"Yeah, it is when you've got places to be." She lied. She didn't have anywhere to go and they both knew that. She spent her days out in the hot sun, sitting at the park drawing or reading in the woods, or writing in her journal on a bench by the side of the road. Anything to get out of her house and kill time until work.

"Alright you little liar, I'll let you go this time." He smirked and stopped the car again and she stopped walking as he slid across the bench seat of the truck and reached out the window, grabbing her hair and pulling her towards the truck. Blue smirked and went willingly, pulling herself up on her toes a little since she was short as he kissed her before releasing her. "Be good Blue. See ya next time baby." He laughed as he pulled away and before she knew it he was gone.

Blue sighed and watched him go before making her way deeper into the little town, thinking about possibly heading to Darla's, but knowing the girl would probably die of shock to see her on her doorstep, she made a turn instead, heading towards the town's only real restaurant/bar where she worked, figuring she could hang out and get something to eat until her shift started.




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Trevor wasn't paying too much attention to where he was going. He knew the town by heart, and it was incredibly small, so there were no worries of getting lost, but once he was out in the morning sun jogging, anyone who got in his way on accident was pretty much in trouble because he wasn't really thinking about what was going on around him. When he jogged, he was kind of in his own world, which was why he loved it.

He was thinking about his father and having to possibly become alpha one day when something stopped him in his tracks. It wasn't a hard hit, but something collided with him, causing him to slow to a stop and glance down at the girl on the ground to realize that the object that had hit him hadn't been an object at all, it had been a person, and he'd knocked her right on her ass.

The huge dog at her side growled at him, like he was a jerk and Trevor reached his hand out to help her up, feeling bad. He should have been paying more attention. As she stood, he got a good look at her and found that the was stunning, but not familiar, which was a shock. He thought he knew Farswood and it's residents by the back of his hand. Not only was it a small town, but it would be his job, as alpha, to look after it one day, so he made a point of knowing everyone.

"O-oh, sorry about that. I was distracted." She chuckled, and he smiled at her laugh as he lifted her up effortlessly. "I'm Lottie. The new girl." She smiled, accent that was distinctly more delicate than the native southern twang altering her words.

"Oh." He smiled at her. "That makes sense." He chuckled. He'd heard about her. Everyone had. There weren't many newcomers or visitors in Farswood. "I was wondering why I didn't recognize you but I remember hearing about you." He nodded and glanced at her dog before back to her. "Sorry for pummeling you." He laughed and normally he would have left it at that, but this girl was too pretty to just pass up. He wanted to have a conversation with her, if she didn't have places to be. "How do you like Farswood?" He asked with a smile.

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It didn’t matter if DJ only got an hour of sleep, her internal clock was set to seven-thirty am and that’s what time she woke up every single morning it never failed. When your father is a cop, owns a ranch, and one of the only real restaurant in town, sleeping in isn’t really in your dictionary. Her alarm clock went off playing that familiar Taylor Swift song that she absolutely hated, but couldn’t bring herself to change, because for some reason it made a good alarm clock song.

She let out a miserable groan as she threw her blanket off and started her morning routine. What most people didn’t know about Dee, was that she was both a perfectionist and had OCD. She did everything in the same order every morning. It didn’t matter that it was a weekend. Lucy jumped down, wagging her tell while Maverick lazily lifted his head, before placing it back down on his paws. Darla made her bed singing along to the song. She sat down at her vanity, brushing out her long still perfectly straightened hair before reapplying her make-up. Her bedroom was spotless and even as she opened her closet her clothes were perfectly ironed and organized.

She slipped on her tattered Daisy Dukes, that let her ass hang out and her tan legs look longer. She pulled on a teal crop to, that showed off a little too much of her mid-drift. She changed out her belly button ring for one with a dream catcher on it, before pulling on her cowboy boots. It was no surprise that Darla liked to show her fit, tanned body off even if she was just hanging around her house. Finally she looked over herself in her full body mirror, it didn’t matter how exhausted or shitty she felt she always made sure she was perfectly groomed, to look the part of the Queen Bee.

Darla slipped out of her bedroom, her two dogs in tow like they always were as she headed down her hallway, before pausing seeing someone she vaguely recognized form school. He wasn’t exactly popular and he wasn’t exactly a loser either. She wasn’t really surprised, her father was the towns cop and they always had people at their house. She raised a brow, looking him over.

“Umm. Declan right?” She smirked. “Can I ask why the hell you’re in my house and why you have my purse?” She said walking over to him and snatching the purse from his grip. “Are you stalking me?” she teased, having already figured out he’d come to give her back her purse. “Thanks.” She said with a soft southern smile, walking past him and into the kitchen assuming he’d follow. She set her purse on the table.



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Liam had saddled up Dream for Annabelle and went on his normal duties. Cleaning out stalls and feeding horses. He was fairly fast at what he did and he was convinced that’s why Mr. J kept him around. After he was finished he grabbed his phone out of the truck only to be greeted by a message from Mr. J to go down to the restaurant and check up on a few things. He’d only been to the restaurant a handful of times while Mr. Jennings showed him how to run it, but the young girl who worked there seemed like she had a pretty good handle on things every time he’d been there.

He sighed, letting Anna know where he was going before he headed out. The drive wasn’t too long before he was cutting the engine in the parking lot of the bar and restaurant. He made his way through the back door, where the chef’s threw him a few hello’s and how’s it goings. He offered a smile in return, before heading straight into the office. The paperwork Beau had taught him to o was always fairly boring and long, but once he finished he sent a text to him and then made his way to the front of the restaurant, sitting next to the girl everyone called Baby blue.

He ordered a drink, taking a sip of it before turning to the girl. “Your blue right?” he asked though already knowing the answer. “DJ’s friend, she talks about you a lot you know. Says she misses you.” He shrugged taking another sip from the glass. “You didn’t hear that from me though.” He smirked, downing the rest of the drink before setting it back down on the bar. “See you around kid.” He said simply making his way towards the door.




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"Oh." He smiled, in a way that lit up his whole face. Lottie's smile couldn't help but brighten in response. "That makes sense." He chuckled, and she figured he was probably referencing to either her accent or unfamiliar face. He chuckle was a sweet sound that made her yearn to hear him laugh. She was hooked. She leaned on the post next to her in a relaxed manner, hinting to the fact that she didn't have anywhere to be. So long as he wasn't too determined to get on with her jog, she was more than happy to stay and chat. He so handsome, and something about the way he smiled made her heart skip a beat. Not that she would tell him that.

"I was wondering why I didn't recognize you but I remember hearing about you." He nodded, and she chuckled. "Word really does travel fast here, doesn't it? Seems my coming here is the most interesting thing that's happened in quite a while. Must not see many pretty girls wander through here very often." She shot him a teasing smile, flicking back her hair in mock-cockiness.

"Sorry for pummeling you." He laughed, and she couldn't help but laugh too. "Oh, don't worry about it. It was my fault anyways." She told him easily, chuckling at herself. She noticed her eyes flick to Bear, and she smiled. "Oh, don't worry about him. He's just a little overprotective. So far the only male he will allow to step within two feet of me is my brother. I think the likes you, he's not trying to scare you away." She looked down at her dog, who was now laying by her side and glowering at the male in front of him. "Yeah, this is actually him liking someone." She laughed again, and softly stroked his thick black coat.

"How do you like Farswood?" He asked her with a smile, and she tilted her head slightly. "Actually, it's not that bad. And it just got quite a bit better." She grinned up at him before continuing on. "It's kind of similar to the town i'm from, what with the nosy neighbors but here they'll just talk about whatever you did. Where i'm from, they will publically shun you for it. Nobody friends, not really. Here it's a bit... kinder. Not so much pressure." She smiled gently.
"I don't believe you introduced yourself." She pointed out with a grin, resting her hand on her hip agian.






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Within a few minutes of arriving at the house, Declan spotted Darla. She looked stunning as always, wearing flashy clothes and perfect hair. But that wasn't what caught his attention. She had the most beautiful eyes, even though they held so much sadness. He wondered if he was the only one who saw it, or if he was even misreading it. But he knew sadness. And those were some sad eyes. Part of him wanted to reach out, but he quickly snapped that down. He couldn't do that. He had to be alone. He was already worried that Lottie and him were getting too close.

She raised a perfect brow, and he gulped. “Umm. Declan right?” She knew his name? The queen bee knew his name? Her full red lips formed a smirk, that somehow made her look even more beautiful. “Can I ask why the hell you’re in my house and why you have my purse?” She asked quickly, looking down at the purse that he clutched in his hand. "I actually happen to think it looks great with my eyes. I've grown quite fond of it." He responded sarcastically, glancing down at the bag. "And it's not that odd for me to be here. After all, I am best friends with Lottie."

“Are you stalking me?” She teased him, as she snatched her purse from him. His eyes widened with mock-shock. "Oh god, did you find out about the shrine I have dedicated to you in my closet?" He leaned on the wall behind him, rather nonchalantly. Not really in a cocky, i'm-too-cool-for-this way, but just in a laid back sort of way.

She turned and left, walking into the kitchen in a way that made him figure that she probably wanted him to follow. He gave a heavy sigh that dripped with sarcasm, before lazily standing up and following her into the kitchen. "Not off with your ponies or finding another way to control your subjects today, Princess?"

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Blue slipped into the restaurant's back door that went through the kitchen, walking through the bustling, hot room quickly. "Blue!" Blue smirked and instinctively put her hands out to catch the little square box that flew her way.

"Thanks J.J!" She called back, slipping into the dining area of the restaurant. J.J was one of the boys who worked in the kitchen, and also one of the only boys in town who talked to her without expecting to sleep with her. Because of this, J.J knew she had a huge sweet tooth, and when he set up the desert display every morning, he stole her a cupcake and put it in a purple box for her when she came in to work.

Blue made her way to the bar area and sat down at the end, out of everyone's way. She grabbed a napkin and pulled the cupcake out, setting it on top of it before pulling out a book and propping her elbow up on the bar, resting her head in her hand with her face turned down towards the book so that her long golden blond hair created a thin, but effective, veil between her and the rest of the restaurant.

Blue didn't bother to look up when someone sat next to her. She was too into the book. As far as she was concerned, nothing but her, the book, and the cupcake existed. “You're Blue right?” The man who'd say next to her asked, pulling her into reality, and Blue lifted her head, turning it towards him. “DJ’s friend, she talks about you a lot you know. Says she misses you.”

Blue raised her eyebrows. She'd seen the guy a lot, he worked for Mr. Jennings, but she didn't know his name or anything else about him. Mostly because she didn't like gossip,whereas the rest of the town seemed to feed off it. Rumors were spread about her, not through her. “You didn’t hear that from me though.” He smirked, and she watched him down his drink. “See you around kid.” He said and started to walk away.

"I'm not a kid." She called simply after him. "And you probably shouldn't lie to strangers. Especially about things you don't know shit about." She smirked. "Queen Bee gets along just fine without me."




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Trevor was amused with her light flirting and the way she talked about her dog, making it obvious the two were very attached and she liked animals, or at least dogs, a lot. From the way she stood, leaning lightly on a fence post, and the way she spoke, he could tell she didn't have anywhere to go and didn't mind talking to him and he was glad. Because she was probably the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, right down to her laugh and the sound of get voice. He knew he'd be kicking himself later if he just let her walk away.

Trevor watched her tilt her head a little in response to his question. "Actually, it's not that bad. And it just got quite a bit better." She grinned and he laughed. "It's kind of similar to the town I'm from, what with the nosy neighbors but here they'll just talk about whatever you did. Where i'm from, they will publically shun you for it. Nobody friends, not really. Here it's a bit... kinder. Not so much pressure." She smiled and Trevor nodded, she'd probably come from some sort of rich community where the pressure to be perfect was suffocating. "I don't believe you introduced yourself." She pointed out, grinning, and Trevor decided he quite liked her smile.

"No I don't think I did." He smiled back at her. "But neither did you." He teased a little before shrugging casually. "I'm Trevor Wilson. My old man owns the car shop down the road." He smiled and gestured in the direction of the shop. "What about you though beautiful? You got yourself a name?" He smiled, holding her eyes.

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Declan was the kind of guy that everyone at her school was secretly in love with. He was quite mysterious and brilliantly handsome. Darla and her friends talked about him quite often, not that they’d ever openly admit that to anyone else, because none of them would ever dare be caught with someone who wasn’t on the fast track to a huge college scholarship for football, like Austen. She had never really been interested in him like that, simply because he was always hanging around with Lottie.

"Oh god, did you find out about the shrine I have dedicated to you in my closet?" he said pulling her from her thoughts and she raised a brow. She was used to being the sarcastic one, the fact that he was talking to her like that surprised her, when it came to DJ, people aside from Austen and Liam didn’t tend to smart off to her because they didn’t want to deal with her attitude. "Not off with your ponies or finding another way to control your subjects today, Princess?"

She glanced to him at the use of the name princess, Liam tended to call her that too, because she acted like she was entitled to everything only hearing it from him kind of pissed her off. She lend against the counter running her fingers through her dark hair.
“Cute.” She said slightly glaring at him her upbeat tone changing to a little more hostile.

She let it fall silent between them for a moment as she went to the fridge, pulling out a water bottle for herself, before opening the cabinet and grabbing a protein packet pouring it into her water and going about her usual morning ritual like he wasn’t there, she was overly obsessed with being healthy aside from her bad drinking and smoking habits. She grabbed a bottle of vitamins taking a few different ones and washing them down with her water, before turning back to see he was still standing there.

“You know most people drop off things and leave.” She said hopping up onto the counter crossing one leg over the other as she looked at him. “You can leave or I can kick you out on your ass.” She said taking a drink of her water. “Choose is yours, Ovitt.” She shrugged.



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Laiam never liked to stay long in the restaurant, simply because he didn’t want to spend time with the people in town as far as he was concerned anyone of them could be a wolf and he didn’t want to risk himself getting caught up with one only to have to fight them off or kill them down the road. Not to mention, most people in town were convinced that he was a wolf himself and he tried not to cause trouble for Mr. Jennings.

"I'm not a kid." He heard the girl call after him in her deep southern twang that reminded him a lot of Darla’s "And you probably shouldn't lie to strangers. Especially about things you don't know shit about. Queen Bee gets along just fine without me."] she continued causing him to pause.

He turned back to her, smirk on his face as he walked back towards the bar, leaning down next to her, resting his arms on the bar, though not sitting because he had no intention to stay. He wasn’t lying though and he wanted her to know that, though Darla would shoot him dead if she knew he’d told her what she’d told him in confidence.

“I’m not lying.” He smirked his brilliantly charming smirk. “It’s not in my DNA to lie.” He shrugged. “She misses you, that’s the truth.” He said honestly holding her eyes and realizing how beautifully blue they were, he’d gotten lost for a moment, before pulling himself back to reality. “Why don’t you let me buy you a drink.” He spoke before he’d even thought and he was convinced she’d say no, most people said no to him because he was kind of an outsider in the town. “Shit, I’m sorry that sounded creepy.” He sighed standing up and rubbing the back of his neck.



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"No I don't think I did." He grinned at Charlotte after she had pointed out that he hadn't introduced himself. With a teasing smile, she raised a brow at him. "But neither did you." He pointed out teasingly, and she laughed lightly. "Very true." She added. "I'm Trevor Wilson. My old man owns the car shop down the road." He gestured in the direction of the car shop, and she nodded. She could tell that he had probably been born and raised here. She had always had a soft spot for small towns. Everyone knew each other, and the people there always seemed so nice. Trevor appeared to be no exception.

"What about you though beautiful? You got yourself a name?" He flashed her that heartbreaking smile, and she grinned back at him with the slightest hint of a blush. "Charlotte Sinclaire." She answered, brushing a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. "But please, call be Lottie. I'm working for Andie, at the animal clinic. I have a soft spot for animals." She added, grinning as she absently patted her dog.

"I'm here with my brother- you might know him. Liam Sinclaire? He generally keeps to himself, but everyone seems to know each other here." She chuckled lightly. She figured her brother had probably made friends, although she hadn't seen him with anyone. She'd have to ask him about Trevor- mostly to see if he approved. Liam was known for his protectiveness.

"So" She looked up at him, grinning. "What is it that you do for fun there in this little town?" She put a hand on her hip, and flashed him a teasing smile. "Why, it seems rather dull here." She stood up, and stepped in front of him. "Why don't you prove me wrong, handsome?" She winked at him.







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“Cute.” Darla glared at him slightly, her voice becoming colder. It stung a little, upsetting her, but he'd always had a soft spot for her and it was better off this way anyways. Although being snarky was just part of his personality. He watched her as she went about her morning routine, noting how she clearly liked to be healthy.

He found it almost soothing, watching her. She was so beautiful, even though she seemed rather cold. But Declan could tell that there was something more to her. He was interested, although he wouldn't show it. He stayed leaning on the counter, his expression indifferent. The only thing that gave away his interest was his bright eyes, that tracked her every movement. In truth, he was a little starstruck by her.

“You know most people drop off things and leave.” Dee pointed out, and he blinked. He hadn't even noticed that he had been sitting there, staring at him. He leaned back, glancing at the door and trying to think of an excuse as quickly as possible. “You can leave or I can kick you out on your ass.” She told him pointedly, and he filled with playful stubbornness. “Choose is yours, Ovitt.”

He grinned at her brightly. "Suppose that I can here to see Lottie, and thought I would just drop this off while i'm here? Maybe I want to wait for her." He hooked his thumb through his belt loop, and stood tall in his stubbornness.