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All of Weston’s friends thought it would be as funny as hell if they all ditched him. Pranks were constantly being played between all of them, targeting one person, and this time, it was Weston who was the victim. What had to be the best part about all of this though was Weston was planning to throw it right back in their face. The worse reaction was when there was a calm cool reaction that turned out for the better. Weston was determined to show them that he was the top. There was no way that anyone was going to be able to top him. That was just understood. Why they didn’t understand it was beyond him. Whatever. He rolled his eyes and smiled gently as he figured out what was going on. It was pretty weak as it was. All the friends were supposed to meet him here and none of them were showing up. Putting Weston as the guy who looked all by himself. This was hardly anything worthy. It was an attempt on his pride. Didn’t really work. Now he was just going to find someone else.

He was currently targeting pretty young women that the rest of the guys were all going to drop their jaws on. The biggest problem was, at this time of day, most of them were high schoolers. Of course Weston wasn’t going to be looking for hookups anyway, but it wasn’t going to help him any when this twenty-four year old man was with younger girls. That was…. No. Weston wasn’t going to put that kind of reputation at himself. So if he wasn’t going to find that, he was looking for someone just to hang out with at this point. Just to show that no matter where Weston went, he could always find some company. Now he wasn’t the biggest social butterfly there was, but he was overall pretty social. It just took the right kind of person. Sometimes, he went up smiling with someone and for some reason, they acted as if Weston had pissed in their cheerios. Very rude.

He didn’t think he looked anti-social. If anything, he looked way more social than he actually was. His blonde curly hair at the top of his head (which he needed to cut as it was getting a little too long for his liking) and a strong face. Maybe it was just his big build. This was just a different environment than he was used to. Whatever. He shrugged and got up from his spot and started to walk in some general direction. He was in the social mood but couldn’t find someone to go with him. Socializing by himself wasn’t one of his specialties. He preferred to have his pack behind him following his lead. He liked to be a pack leader, but in order to be a proper pack leader, he needed the pack. Or it was just Weston. Someone that was a leader with no followers. Weston thought to himself, trying to figure out if that was even possible. No. Huh, this was a problem.

There was a temptation to go and visit Jenna, but he knew he shouldn’t have been visiting her. She clearly stated that she didn’t want to hang out with him. Weston didn’t understand it, but he didn’t question it. He was probably never going to see her again. If he did, she may not have even acknowledged him. Hopefully she was going to remember him. He was the man that saved her from that creepy douchebag in the alleyway. Plus, Weston had one of those unforgettable faces. Still, he wasn’t wanting to take the chance of going over there and her slamming the door in his face. Not to mention he didn’t know exactly which apartment was hers. She said she could walk the rest of the way and he stumbled back to his truck. So he only knew the general area where she lived. So Weston knew he should have been getting that idea far out of his head. Dumb idea, Weston. You took the hint now don’t be obnoxious.

Weston was pretty wide shouldered walking through here. It was common sense for people to be on the right side of the sidewalk, so the packs that were three in a row tended to annoy him as he tried to push himself through. It didn’t make sense for them to form into a single line? They saw him coming. They awkwardly just stared and hoped that they wouldn’t brush shoulders. Which they ended up doing. Weston didn’t understand a moment of it. There was a group of four coming his way and he stopped to move out of the way- knowing from previous pass stuff, they weren’t going to move. However, as he stopped, he felt someone rear into the back of him, clearly not expecting Weston to just stop. He whipped himself around, bumping into those he was trying to avoid, but he ignored them. That was their fault. The first bump was his. He turned around and saw the figure that he had been looking for the entire day. ”Oh my apologies. I can’t get dumbasses to move so I had to stop.” He told her throwing his arms in the air as if life were impossible, though a new smile was on his face.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]today had been just like any normal day. within daisha's large bag, she carried a bright blue umbrella even though the weather forecast predicted sunny skies for the next few hours. if there was anything she'd learned the hard way, was to never trust the weather station. the last time she'd gone out, dai got stuck at the cafe because it randomly started pouring and she didn't have an umbrella. needless to say, she didn't feel like getting stuck anywhere for hours today. the umbrella wouldn't help entirely, but it would at least cover her for a few extra minutes. and she was wearing jeans, so she figured she could at least pretend that she was safe. the last thing she needed was to grow a tail right in the middle of the sidewalk. how awkward would that be? with a light shrug and a small smile, she turned her attention up to the sky, tossing small strands of blond hair out of her eyes. it was such a lovely day to take a walk out here. the clouds were light and fluffy and the sun was shining~ daisha just grinned. and as she brought her head back down to continue walking down the sidewalk, she smacked face-first into the man in front of her. he'd stopped short, probably because of the group of friends that for some reason needed to travel in a mass down the sidewalk. she gave an 'oof!' sound before stepping back a bit, a little dazed. when the man turned around to greet her, she looked up at him and blinked. for a moment she almost thought he was going to yell at her to watch where she was going, but before she had a chance to say anything, he was apologizing. oh, well okay. that was awful nice of him. daisha smiled up at him when he threw his arms out in a dramatic gesture. "oh, it's fine. you can't help if people walk like dumbasses, right?" she said, raising her voice a little so the group of friends would hear her. with a light chuckle, she shrugged a bit. "sorry for running into you, too. i was daydreaming," she added with a laugh, knowing she sounded silly for saying that she hadn't been paying attention to where she was walking. but ah, well..the deed was done. the guy in front of her was pretty attractive as far as guys standards went. and if she was into guys, she might have even started flirting with him. but, this man did seem to be a good deal older than her. well, she supposed everyone was, since she was only sixteen, but no one ever knew that about her unless she actually said so. daisha knew she acted and looked older than she actually was. the mermaid smiled a little brighter. "name's daisha," she started. "or dai. whichever you prefer." she always introduced herself to complete strangers, if only because she loved people. she was so social that eventually it might come around to bite her in the ass -- but until then, daisha wouldn't change her ways. in her eyes, the random person you ran into on accident on the street could become one of your closest friends. and who was she to deny any kind of friendship? [/style]

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There was a very fine chance Weston was going to find someone that was on his or her bad day (or the person could have just been a bitch in general) and have them huff on. In which case, Weston would be leaving feeling just as bad as he did coming into the conversation. Someone like Weston needed social life to keep him sane. His number one fear was being alone. Why did you think he had two dogs at his house? Yes, there was always that love he had for dogs, but it made him feel a lot better after he divorced his wife. For years, he had someone at his home every time he walked in the door. He was the top dog with all of his friends. It was fantastic. Up until the point where he looked around and realized he was the only one in the room. Some people preferred to have solitude every once in a while. Weston hated it. He could never live in the middle of nowhere. Even if he wasn’t talking to anyone, people would be nice. The only exception perhaps was when he was working out, but that was more of something that just needed to be done.

To his luck, it wasn’t like that at all. She looked at him and seemed to be almost teasing toward him. Weston gave her a quick look over. Oh yes, cute. But not his type. And… younger looking. If they looked younger than he did, than he tended to stay away from them just in case he would run into a jailbait situation. Weston wouldn’t end up doing anything, of course. But as far as his buddy’s concern, he would get nothing but crap. Or he would have to explain that he didn’t do anything, and Weston was the big dog. He was supposed to get everything. Anything that he wanted. The reality was different, but not very many knew about that. A nature flirt was bound to occur, as he had been doing it so long, it was just his regular nature. Where would he be if he didn’t have at least that with him?

She straight up said what Weston had been thinking, yelling a little louder so that one person on the end turned her head, but went straight to her friends again. Maybe it would occur to them they shouldn’t take up the entire sidewalk. Wonderful. It didn’t seem as if this stranger cared the other girl even looked, bringing out a shrug. Okay, so far so good. Considering Weston’s size, he was glad all she did was bump into him. Most people liked to fall on their ass. His fault. Oops. But she stood on two feet as Weston smiled with amusement. Daydreaming? The only time Weston every daydreamed was when he was in a meeting at work. Them talking about something like being nice to people but making sure they were also hard on people in order to motivate them in the proper way. Every person was different. Weston didn’t think they really understood that. ”Oh you are fine. Daydreaming is more important.” He teased. It was hard to tell when he was allowed to tease or not. Most of the time, it came out of his mouth and he saw where it formed from there. There were those that thought he was serious and took it extremely seriously. Weston was hardly serious anymore. Too many times of having to be too serious. Life needed fun. He was fun.

Weston was probably going to forget this name of hers. He was pretty good at remembering common names- Tiffany, Emily, Ally, or Ashley, but little trouble remembering the unique ones. Daisha wasn’t a name he heard of before, and he was pretty sure if she asked him to spell it, he would murder it. However, Dai he would have a better time remembering. Nicknames were just so handy for guys like Weston. ”Dai. I can remember Dai.” He told her with a larger smile. Being social and introducing himself to strangers was also a common experience for him. It wasn’t even anything he had to learn. This was before the marines. This was just a trait he had in middle school, which was the reason he knew so many people. Social and other people wasn’t something he feared. ”I’m Weston.” Almost without thinking, as if it were a normal routine when introducing himself, he asked, ”So, you here with anyone?” Now, obviously she was by herself at this moment, but he didn’t know if she was walking to meet up with anyone. Or this was also his little way of asking if she wanted anyone. As most people not wanting to be with Weston may have made up a person they were going to hang out with. Which was fine with him. He was in no way offended. Not everyone could smile and open up to a complete stranger like Weston. In fact, it was probably more common than not.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]after she'd given her little teasing introduction, the man she ran into gave her a very obvious one-over, as if he were trying to figure out what kind of a person she was just by looking at her. either that or he was just checking her out. but considering daisha was only into girls, she usually tended to just assume in her mind that everyone else knew that, and thus wouldn't 'check her out' if they were male. but he seemed to enjoy daisha's teasing comments, and judging by the look on the guy's face, the mermaid figured she was going to get along with this guy very well. daisha chuckled at his comment about daydreaming was more important than her accidentally walking into him. "of course. considering my daydream was so important, you managed to kill it pretty easily by stopping right in front of me." the young mermaid gave a playful wink as if tempting him to keep up the teasing charade they had going. this guy seemed fun enough, definitely someone daisha would want to spend some time with. but hell, she'd only just met him. it probably wouldn't be a good idea to just up and ask if he wanted to hang out sometime. he might take it the wrong way. daisha had gotten into too many scenarios where she went to hang out with one of her guy friends and they confused her friendship with something more..relationship like. and then she had to break the awkward news to them that she was a lesbian. back to the present though, daisha nodded a bit when he gave her a big smile and announced that he'd be able to probably remember her name if he called her dai. it was always amusing to the girl to try to figure out why some people called her daisha and others dai, as if there was a trend she was trying to figure out by doing so. up until now, she hadn't really come to any conclusions, but no surprise there. the other man finally gave her his name and daisha nodded thoughtfully. "weston. haven't really heard that one before. i like it," she commented, grinning a bit. hearing his next question, she shook her head. "nope, i'm just hanging around. decided to take a walk. what about you?" [/style]

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There were people who took things far too seriously. Then there were people who couldn’t settle down and get serious for their lives, no matter what situation. Weston was neither. There were times to remain serious and hard at work and other times to lighten and loosen up. Lighting and loosening up was easier said than done sometimes. Especially with his temper. Weston tried, but all the logic seemed to float from his mind at times like those. Just fly away. It was only lucky that being ditched by his friends wasn’t one of those button pushers. He hadn’t really done it because sometimes they got awful butt hurt about it, but Weston knew better. Socializing wasn’t a very foreign thing to the physical trainer. He did it in his job and his life Many of the closest people had been to do as such. Although with women, it was always a toss-up. Weston had a hard time flicking on and off the flirting switch, as if it were the only language he knew.

She chuckled and went back at him. He was glad for the talking back instead of her just switching off her friendliness. Again, it was always a toss-up. One that he had to be careful on. Weston didn’t want to be known as some man slut stalking through the town to find his newest kill or anything. Though that was sometimes the impression when he was trying to impress, but this? This was harmless and he hoped harmless was the vibe he gave off. Though Weston had failed before. His friendliness didn’t pass as he shrugged, ”My bad. I don’t know how to control my powers. It’s been a life curse.” He told her, referring to his looks. The girl in front of him was actually rather pretty. Just not his type. ”I do hope you can forgive me.” He challenged, seeing her wink and grinning mischievously at her. So much for the ditching and having no where else to go, huh boys? Still, there was something that he wasn’t catching from this. Wasn’t quite sure what.

Weston couldn’t imagine what he would do with a common name. Having to hear his name and turn his head only to find out they were talking to someone else. That would have been pretty brutal to both parties. Weston held his head up high to hear that she hadn’t heard that one before. Neither had he, he wanted to say. Except for Burn Notice on the television, but it was used as a last name and honestly, he wouldn’t mind being related to that. Being the man’s man jock guy, he was a fan of things being blown up and how to do it every episode. The plotline was pretty good too, but he hardly focused on that part. She asked what he was doing around and he laughed softly. If there was anyone going to be hearing around him, it should have been right then and there. What he would do to see everyone’s faces. ”I was supposed to meet my friends here, but they like to leave me to fend for myself. Which is fine. Wouldn’t be the same running into you if I had my pack behind me.” One of the reasons he was thankful he wasn’t a werewolf. Pack seemed harmless and innocent when he meant it in human terms. If he were a werewolf, he wouldn’t be able to stand himself. Weston was the fighter of things good and just. The American dream he had in his back pocket. Then every full moon would be that one time where everything changed and went wrong? What kind of life would that be worth? Weston would say none. He didn’t know how they would have done it. Being a merman had caused him enough problems as it was. He would still be serving, he thought, if it weren’t for his friend seeing him form after he was shot. Hard thing to live with. But he lived with it, none the less.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]the two of them seemed like they'd get along very well, if only because they were both easily taking each others' sarcastic, teasing remarks. most strangers daisha met weren't okay with her throwing witty comments their way and the conversation would usually end in an awkward, unhappy way. in fact, most of those people just walked away and left daisha to roll her eyes and complain about how people needed to have a sense of humor. because honestly, lighten up a little sometimes. it wasn't too hard to take a joke, was it? the man gave some kind of remark about not being able to control his powers, and she figured it had something to do with how attractive he was to people who found interest in men. sure, he was good-looking, but just not to daisha. she laughed, understanding what he meant. "ha, well, lucky me then that your powers have no effect on me." she chuckled, giving him that playful wink straight back. and just in case he didn't get what she meant, "i don't swing that way. no offense, since i can see that your powers do work on other girls in the area." she made a dramatic expression as she glanced around the sidewalk in an amusing way as if she were trying to find a girl who was staring at him. "ah, see? there's a victim." without caring, she pointed out a girl across the street who had been staring at weston until that moment. she glanced away and continued walking, embarrassed. daisha shrugged with a light laugh. the mermaid listened to him explain about how his friends had ditched him and she gave a light frown. "well that's no fun. shame on them," she scolded his not-present friends, wondering why anyone ever left someone behind. once daisha was friends with someone, she wouldn't just leave them behind if she wanted to go somewhere else. that was just rude! "well, might as well celebrate the occasion, then. lets go get some coffee or something. i was thinking about heading there anyway. care to join me?" she asked, chuckling. maybe he'd want to do something else. or hell, maybe he didn't even want to go anywhere with her. but if he didn't, hopefully he'd let her down easy in front of all these people. nah, who was she kidding. daisha wasn't one to act like a kicked puppy. they were strangers as it was. might as well let him do what he wanted, right? [/style]

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Some of the best girl friends he had (yes with a space) were the ones who had the same guy humor. Those that didn’t have the “guy humor” as he liked to call it took everything way too sensitively. Sometimes they would smile and laugh, but then be hurt by it. Weston really had no idea most of the time. There was a bunch of anti-bully stuff, and all it did was make him feel guilty for all the times that he knew of and all the ones he was oblivious to. This stranger looked like she was sure what kind of humor she had. There wasn’t a case or a hint in the world that she was offended by any of it. Weston couldn’t remember really how this began- a sad fact since they hadn’t spoken very many words among each other- but he was certain she started it. Weston usually tried not to start that kind of humor unless he had to.

Powers have no effect? She was one of those girls. Then of course, after her wink, she explained further by what she meant. No, she wasn’t the playing hard to get girls. She was the I like girls kind of girls. Weston had one of those ‘oh… oooohhh’ moments with himself in his head. That was unexpected. Well, he supposed that all of the things before that wouldn’t have suggested anything different. What a little tricky woman. Weston gave Daisha a crooked smile in amusement. That just made this moment so much better. It was said that Weston judged the odd people much, but he didn’t really judge on gays like most of his friends did. Especially his guy friends. For him, it didn’t really matter to him. Weston could take care of himself and it wasn’t as if gay guys spent much time with him. Those that did knew how not touchy he was. It wasn’t a big deal, so he wasn’t sure why everyone else made it a big deal. Whatever it was. ”Oh.” What else could he say for that, ”You’re lucky not to be under this spell then.” Silently applauding how opened she seemed to be about it.

Weston now almost felt stupid for not knowing. That he actually did know, all the signs were obvious before. He thought it was just… him. It would have been a bad thing to assume if he had been wrong, so he supposed he didn’t guess it. At her comment, he laughed lightly, glancing over at the woman he was referring to. Another day, perhaps. Wait- wait a minute what just happened? Weston looked back and forth from the woman from afar to Daisha. Weston thought he usually had a good eye for stuff like that after so long, but this was just out of the blue and who knows how long that had been happening. Rather Weston was losing his touch or she was just that good. Better than most of the guys that he knew. Damn, why hadn’t he met her earlier? She would have been useful when Weston was going woman hunting. ”Whoa, good eye. Did you just happen to see that or what? Most guys I know couldn’t even get that out of a crowd. Well done.” Coming from a guy who didn’t like to compliment on something he didn’t do very often.

Oh there was more than shame on them, if Weston was to tell her. There was no reason to be bagging on them at this point though. His mood had improved to the point where he was just going to have to give them loads of shit next time they met again. Weston held onto his anger for a while, so it was pretty impressive he was able to calm down like he did. Even if it had taken a few more from her and he was pretty sure there was still stuff lurking in his system. The only person that had been able to calm him down so fast was Jenna… Weston sighed, hoping once again that she was okay. ”I would love to join you to celebrate!” Maybe even woman hunt since this Daisha appeared to be an excellent spotter.

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