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I was moving to Blackwater, Mississippi from LA, with my Uncle David and his wife Amy, who had legal custody over me. David was the brother of my father, and automatically became my guardian once my parents died and none of the rest of the family wanted me. So, that left me with Uncle David and Amy, his new wife. When I first arrived, she was very nervous, saying she didn't want me to be raised wrong. I gently grabbed her shoulders and told her that I was 17 turning 18 soon and was practically an adult, they didn't have to raise me. We grew close after that. We would go out on daily runs around the city parks. It was very nice, she was like my older sister. Uncle David was simply ecstatic that his favorite family member was getting along so well with his wife.
Uncle David took after his dad and my dad took after his mom. I took a lot of my body traits from my father. Meaning I was short, like extremely short, only reaching about 5'2" on a good day. So, that meant I was petite, very much so, but I was well proportioned. I was at a healthy weight, and had curves on my body unlike the stick women society loved so much. I had wide hips, perfect for childbearing apparently, as some of the model managers have told me. My breasts weren't small but around a nice C cup. They were a little over a handful, but not overly so. My butt was tiny but plump, round and firm. My thighs and calves were nice and tight from my running exercises. Then, for my appearance, I was born albino. So, I have long, elbow length, snowy hair that cascades down my back in big barrel curls. My skin is extremely pale, similar to a pale, twinkling star. I usually have to wear major sunscreen when I got out on sunny days. So, since I was albino, that means that I have oddly colored eyes. They jumble between a soft, light pink to a medium, dark pink. It depends on my mood, the worse I am, the darker my eyes are. I sometimes get odd stares for how I look, but I'm used to it now.
So, back to the story, since Amy's dad died, she had inherited the estate and wanted to move down there. Which leads me to this wonderful time of being cramped in the back seat of David's Jaguar. Him and Amy sang along to the radio while I just lounged in the back, trying to sleep. It was mostly impossible with those two in the car. When I heard David announce that we were finally here, I was so excited. Mainly to get out of this God-forsaken car. We pulled into this nice, quaint bar and diner. I hopped out with Amy and twined our arms together. While her and David wore more classy, fashionable things, I simply wore a pair of comfy, blue jean, short shorts and a multi colored blue, pink and yellow plaid flannel with a grey cami underneath and simple black low top converse. I wore minimal makeup, a thin line of black on my top lid and black mascara. My hair was down and in natural curls.
Amy and I walked confidently into the bar with David trailing behind us. I slid into a booth and Amy sat across from me and David next to me. I ended up ordering a burger with fries and a Mountain Dew. I sipped on my drink while David and Amy talked and giggled. When our food came Amy looked at me and said,
"Hey, Rose. How do ya think of this place so far?" I smiled and nodded while saying in my soft, feminine voice,
"It's nice so far. Much more peaceful than the city. I'm looking forward to our stay." She grinned and made fun of David as he had a mustache of sauce from his burger.
"Lovely, Uncle David. I'm sure Amy finds that really attractive." I wiggled an eyebrow at her and winked. David just laughed and bumped into me with his elbow. I just sat there and listened to the conversations around us, when all of a sudden this extremely tall man approached our table. The man had to have been anything over 6'4" and very muscular. Even under his red flannel you could see his lean muscles ripple as he walked. He wore tight denim jeans that hugged his strong, lean thighs. To top it all of, he was undeniably handsome, with a long, strong jaw and dirty blonde hair that hung down onto his eyes. His eyes were a deep, striking, cobalt blue. Overall, he was a very good looking guy.
"Hey, Amycakes." The stranger said in a deep voice with a slight country accent dripping off of his words. Amy looked up at him and smiled sweetly.
"Hey, Charlie." Charlie looked down at her with his thumbs hooked in his belt loops and a beer in one of them. He gave a lopsided grin.
"You're looking alright for yourself. Ain't changed much. Not as much as I would've thought." Amy looked down and then at David and I.
"Charlie, this is my husband David." Charlie looked down at my uncle and said,
"Charlie. Venner." He didn't sound too inviting. I just sighed softly as they shook hands.
"David Sumner." My uncle said as he nodded up to the giant man. Who responded with,
"Uh, yea. I've put in a bit for me and my crew to rebuild that roof of yours." David seemed to be hit with realization.
"Oh, that's right, Venner. That's right." Charlie nodded and looked at Amy.
"Yea, don't like to profit off a tragedy, but we went up to your place after the hurricane just to see and the barn got busted up pretty bad." Amy just slouched over and nodded while munching on some food,
"Yea." Charlie then looked over at David and said,
"But we can have it up for you in three weeks or so." David seemed surprised and looked up at Charlie.
"Three weeks? That's great. Terrific." Charlie looked down at David and gave a half grin,
"Rumor is that you're a movie director or something." David got all bashful and chuckled nervously while sipping his drink while Amy came in and stated proudly,
"David is a writer." David just chuckled and looked up at Charlie while explaining jokingly,
"She means I work for a living." Charlie chuckled and leaned down towards our table.
"Well, let's hear it for the working class." He wrapped his knuckles down on the table a couple of times. I simply sat there watching an old man flirt with the waitress.
"David's writing a movie about Stalingrad in 1944." Amy said with a teasing smile to David. David was quick to correct her.
"1943." Amy just smiled and played with her hands while saying,
"43." David smiled at her,
"Close." I peeked a look at Charlie, he looked dangerously down between Amy and David. Then our waitress approached our table.
"You know, it was the biggest battle of World War II?" David attempted to a conversation with Charlie as Amy talked to the waitress.
"Really?" Charlie seemed uninterested. I chuckled and nudged David with my elbow.
"David, I highly doubt everybody is as interested in this stuff as you are." David just rolled his eyes while Charlie seemed to realize there was another person at the table. His deep blue eyes stared into my pink ones, seeming to delve into me and read all that I was. Then his eyes roamed all over my face, seemingly trying to memorize my face. I blushed lightly and looked down, sipping on my drink.
"$15.50." I heard the waitress say. David reached into his walet and took out his credit card. I shook my head as Charlie said,
"Bet you can't get three burgers, fries and drinks for 15.50 up in LA, can you?" I chuckled as David mumbled,
"Nope." He tried to give the waitress his credit card.
"Sorry, cash only."
"Cash?"
"Yea, You know, that stuff poor people use for money." Amy and I chuckled. David took out a 20 and handed it to her.
"Keep the change."
"Oh, thank you." Then she went on to talk to Amy. David watched the interaction with a smile. I looked up at Charlie, to find him looking down at me. I flashed him a sweet smile. He gave me his half grin. I noticed David eyeing Charlie's beer.
"You know, that looks pretty good. I think I'm gonna get a beer before we leave. Can I get you another one?" I rolled my eyes at David's suggestion.
"No thank you, sir." Charlie said politely. I smiled but hid it behind my hand. A man with manners, now that was something hard to come by nowadays. Charlie apparently saw my smile, cause he graced me with another grin. David stood up and squeezed between the table and Charlie. He turned around and looked up at Charlie.
"Hey, can you start tomorrow?"
"Yea, first thing."
"Alright, let's do it. What the hell? If you're a friend of Amy's."
"Beautiful."
"Great." Both Amy and David said.
"I'm gonna, go." David said and walked towards the bar.
"I appreciate that, sir. Thank you." Charlie watched him walk away.
"Now, that's a nice catch, Amycakes."
"He's a good man."
"Hm." I sensed the awkward conversation that would be happening as Charlie slid in the booth next to Amy.
"Love the new accent Ames." Charlie said as he stole one of her Amy's fries.
"It's for my work." She said stiffly. Charlie just raised and eyebrow.
"Really, ask Rose."
"Who's Rose?" He asked confused. I smiled and reached out a hand.
"That's me. I'm Rosabelle Sumner. David's niece." Charlie smiled and engulfed my hand in his large, rough, calloused one.
"Nice to meet you, little lady. I'm Charlie Venner. So, what's this talk about accents for work?" I laughed softly and unwillingly took back my hand.
"We have to have a plain city accent. I had to loose mine too. I grew up in a little town like this, with my parents. So, I used to have a country accent."
"I would've loved to hear that." He winked at me. I blushed and giggled. Then all of a sudden yelling and slamming was heard up at the bar. I jumped violently and watched the bartender and the old man with big owlish eyes.