Zephyros Creek

I smiled. "Well I like Baseball." I told him. "I've never tried any other sports really." I said. "I like...art."

I giggled. "Why are you telling me about all these girls your brothers dated? I'm not a very good artist to be honest with you."

"Well," I say, thinking. "It fits with what you said. So, why not say it. And I don't quite remember one of your works of art, so I can't judge right now."

"I never showed you my art because it's not very good." I point out and shrug.

I shrug. "Huh. Thought I did see one." I let it rest there. Between Claire and Emily....better not get lost in feelings and let my life get ruled more by my mind. Or whatever shred is actually usable, rather.

I frown a bit. This is gonna be awkward. "Well, I like natural beauty," I say. "like butterflies. And this place is rather nice." Here come the jokes.

"Oh that's cool, sometimes that's exactly what you need. That's why I came here." I said and shrug looking over at him.

I shrug and take a baseball from my duffel bag. I set it down in the creek as I adjust my headset to play Truth Be Known.

I shrug. Well I guess he was done talking to me. I picked up my book again and started to read stretching out in the grass.

I look at her. "What's your favorite song?"

"Hmm I dunno I really like The first one by Boys like girls." I said and put my book down.

I frown. "Can you sing part of it for me?"

"No...I can't sing to save my life." I said shaking my head.

I sigh. "Damn shame, bet you just can't hear how good ya are."

"I mean I suppose I can...if you want." I said shrugging.

I shrug. "Depends on what you want. Maybe you have another topic in mind?" I say, trying to see if I can get any information out of her.

"Another topic...like what?" I asked curiously.

I shrugged. "Don't you have any questions about me?"

"Do you have any pets?" I ask and smile.