If I could explain it to you in a two letter sentence I wouldn't.
First of all, I believe it would be impossible to explain anything in a sentence that short. Second of all, it deserves so much more than that. The emotion; The passion. You can't simply give someone a description of it without getting so enthralled again.
This is my story. No our story.
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Our lives were polar opposites of each others and we couldn't look more different.
I had bright blue eyes, and light brown hair with a milky complexion. He had black hair, brown eyes, and was very tan.
He worked on a farm and I captured people who skipped court. See we were polar opposites but I think that's what made us so compatible.
I remember the first time I met him was at a bar that I had found on my venture to look for a place. I had no where to go because coming down here was a split decision that no one knew about, not even family.
He had come into the bar after a long, exhausting day, working on his family's farm. He had on blue jeans, a flannel jacket thrown over his white shirt, and a blue ball cap on.
He ordered a beer and sat down next to me. He got a quirky little grin on his face and he looked straight into my eyes, completely bypassing my entire body. I could tell right than that he wasn't like other men, he especially wasn't like the other men in my life. They were, and not to sound shallow, but they were sexy. Plain and simple. Every girl in Trenton, New Jersey lusted after them and I was the one with both of them lusting after me. Sad thing is, that's all it was. Lust plain and simple. A mechanical animal emotion, not love, not care, just lust.
He wasn't incredibly attractive. His smile was a little crooked, his teeth not perfectly straight. He had crows feet around his eyes and he had freckles all across his nose, sprinkled like cinnamon.
He smiled a little wider and he introduced himself. I introduced myself and we just hit it off.
We talked until the bar man told us it was closing and than at the door he stopped and just...stared at me. Like I was the most interesting person alive. Than he smiled that crooked little smile again and said, "I hope we see each other again Miss Stephanie Plum." His smile faded and he tipped his hat a little before walking down the road.
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The next day I woke up in a dirty motel room. Covered in a musty blanket and clutching a cream colored pillow that I think was originally white.
I remember that I couldn't stop thinking about him. The guy from the bar. The incredibly cute guy from the bar named Connor. Connor McCarron. A Mississippi farmer who just would not get off my mind.
Figuring I would probably never see him again, unless I stalked the bar we were at regularly to wait for him, I personally think that would make him a little freaked out.
Getting up and getting into the shower I decided to get a rental car and drive around for a few hours, maybe I could find a place to rent out for the summer, maybe I'll have to stay in this rinky dink motel for the rest of my summer. Hopefully not.
I did my usual routine minus the make-up thing, I'm pretty sure it would melt off the second I got outside. I was still thinking of a certain brown eyed boy even as I walked out the door.
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"Well well. Would you looky here! I do believe you're the nice lady from the bar?"
Amazing. I wake up thinking I would never see Connor again and here I am at his family farm, looking for board. To be honest when I saw it was a farm I thought 'Well where am I goin' to sleep? In the hay stacks?' I know that's rude but I was just a tad bit discouraged when I had had a horrible day of looking at trailers and beat down shacks. Realizing I was thinking to much I looked back at Connor and said "And you're the guy from the bar! What a coincidence. I mean here I am looking for a place to stay and I run into you...again."
I smiled at him when he said "Oh 'course you are." And called his mother down I guess.
"Ma we got a person for the guest room here!" There was a moment of silence before a woman with black hair drawn back into a lose bun came down the stairs. She didn't seem any older than my mom but her aura gave off a feeling like she was younger than me at heart.
"And you are?" Her eyebrow raised slightly and I mentally cursed the fact that everyone could do that but me. Realizing they were both staring at me I blushed a little and said "You'll have to excuse me, I'm a little spacey sometimes. I'm Stephanie Plum. I'm looking for a place to stay for the summer I guess and this seemed like a cute little place to stay."
Now that was a flat out lie. This was a farm. There were cows. I'm from the city. I'm a city girl. I don't do cows but there was a very cute, very into me, guy living here.
"Well it's three fifty a month, you might be asked to help around the farm, and that's about it!" I could tell this lady was very up beat. I looked at Connor thinking about the price of a room and said, "I'll take it."
His mother, whom I soon learned was Marie ("Call me Marie sweetie," She had said when she saw my lost look at what to call her) gave me a knowing look whenever I looked at Connor. I don't know why though...
I went back to the motel, got my things, and went back to the farm. It just hit me. I'm going to be living on a farm for four or five months...
Yee haw!
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A/N tell me what ya'll think, do you think I should continue?