We Can Burn Brighter Than The Sun, Tag: Shaye

In true girl fashion, Ainsley kept talking. No it hadn't bothered him, this had been the time that they were getting to know the other person. Shaye just happened to not be the type of person to elaborate when put on the spot. He nodded his head as he listened to her. At least she liked to play video games too, now he had a new buddy to play against, well she'd be more then just a video game buddy that'd be sure, well he hoped so.

"Funny thing that you ask about pets." He looked around the room and figured that he had known that something had been missing. When Shaye first started to unpack he had thought that they may have forgotten something. His loveable clown fish Bubs wasn't there. If he were to guess the fish may have been left behind in his old room. 'Oh poor Bubs.' Shaye's tired mind thought comically about a fish crying while still being in water. Could fish even cry? "Well I didn't grow up with pets really, just the occasional fish." Which had been true and Bubs still remained at his old home, maybe his mom would want him to take it. He had to remind himself to pick up the fish another day. "I have a clown fish, ironic I know. I have to go get 'im sometime soon."

There still had been a lot of unpacking to be done but Shaye really had been tired. Important things were obviously were placed away first and everything could be set away in the morning or stored away somewhere, they'd find a place to put things. It seemed like too much to think about at the moment. Lazily he fell backwards with his back now pressed against the mattress and his legs dangled over the edge. Shaye had let out a soft sigh as he glanced up towards Ainsley, beckoning her to follow his actions. Sleep would be a good option at the moment but Shaye took their conjoined hands and kissed the back of her hand.

The night had been going on and on, time moving forward. Before anyone knew it, it was close to midnight. They had been conversing all night pratically, minus the early morning hours. When Ainsley gets comfortable being around someone, being a little bit of a chatter box is a slight issue that can arise. She just wants to keep going and going, until she passes out from not getting enough air in while talking. Okay, that was slightly exaggerated. She never really passed out from such a thing, but she was known for talking a little too much. It wears off though after awhile. It's just that initial 'I'm so comfortable with you I can talk to you forever' sort of thing. It's like an initiation ceremony. Once you get past that, no need to worry about the chatter boxing.

She watched as he had looked around the room. It seemed to her that in a way, it ended in puzzlement, but she could have been mistaking his notions. She then listened in closely as he talked to her. "I have a clown fish, ironic I know. I have to go get 'im sometime soon." she heard him say. Clown fish? Yes, it is pretty funny. A joker for the jokester. A Mr. Funny for another Mr. Funny. She never heard of someone having an exotic fish though, unless it was someone big and famous. Ainsley always heard of the typical goldfish in bowl type of thing, but this was unique. "I think that's actually pretty cool. Cooler than a goldfish." she said, smiling. Goldfish were too typical.

It was true, Ainsley herself was getting tired. It had been one heck of a day, and even though she hated to yawn at a time like this, she did. There were things to get done, and unpacking to do, but it just wasn't the time to do so at this point. It was late. She looked to Roxy, watching her sleep peacefully now after her sleep 'running' as Ainsley liked to call it. Ainsley slowly, but surely got up. By the time Ainsley had gotten up, Shaye had fallen back into the bed, back against the mattress, his legs and feet hanging off the edge of it. She listened as his soft sigh filled her ears sound wise. Her blue eyes met his as it seemed to her that he wanted her to follow along, though she couldn't be sure. Her hand conjoined with his as she laid down beside him on the bed, her legs and feet hanging off the edge as well. She slipped the black flip flops off her feet using only her toes. Magically, yes. Ainsley is just that magical. Her eyes met his, a feel of romance and passion within the moment as her hand was brought to his lips, lips brushing against the back of her hand. She moved in a little closer to him, smile curling up among her lips as she brushed her hand gently across his face, before moving in closer to kiss him, but this time longer than a simple second long kiss. Something more passion, something that would last longer, and something much more memorable.

This was going to be one night to remember.

-fading to black-

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