Lindsey climbed out of the rental car and walked up the paved sidewalk.
There were doilies in the windows, I'm gonna die here she thought to herself.
She began to knock on the pink door. A pink door? An elderly woman opened
the door. "Why, last time I saw you, you were only two, I must say, I was
surprised when your parents asked you to stay with us, but I told them you
were welcome anytime. I'll get JB to help you with you bags."
After getting settled into her room, Lindsey grabbed some clothes out of
her suitcases and slipped out of ones she was wearing, that smelled of
smoke, from the person sitting next to her on the plane. She tied the
strings in front of the black wind-shorts she was wearing, and tied the back
of the halter that she had just put on, it said Angel Kisses, Fifty Bucks
across the baby blue fabric in curly black letters. She slipped her Adidas on
and put her hair into braided pigtails, except for her long bangs. The guest
room she was staying in was in the basement. It had a cottage-fell to it.
The walls were blue-blue, shiny hardwood floors, and the beds had country
quilts on them. She sighed and walked into the living room that was in the
basement. This basement wasn't like your normal, concrete floors, and plain
white walls basement. It was like just the bottom story of a house, and you
came in on the top. She grabbed her back pack purse and headed up the
stairs. About halfway up the stairs she heard two voices, one belonged to
Patsy, the woman who greeted her, and the other must have belonged to a
teenage boy, it was soft and strangely comforting. She emerged from the
top of the stairs to see who Patsy was talking to. Not only was his voice
comforting, he was drop-dead gorgeous. He had sandy-blonde hair, that
hung loose around his ears, framing his face slightly. His green eyes would
put any emerald to shame. He looked about six foot, a little taller than her.
"Hi." Lindsey said sticking her hand out to him.
He just looked at her. She was beautiful. Her soft blonde hair in pigtails
fell just above her shoulders. She was almost as tall as he was, a huge turn
on, all the girls around here were really short. Her shirt clung in all the
right places. Her shorts were short enough to look sexy, but not enough to
look slutty, which was very hard to get in between. She defiantly not from
around here. Her tan waxed legs, slightly sun-bleached hair, and west coast
accent proved it straight away.
"Hi, I'm Jeff Hardy." He responded looking into her bluish-green eyes.
"Lindsey Rohrbach, I'm here for the summer. I was about to go out," she
said, dropping his hand and placing her hand on the curve of her stomach.
He noticed a silver Y necklace around her neck. He remebered they had
been in style about three years ago, he guessed she really didn't care.
"How about I show you around?" Jeff said, they both seemed to have
forgotten Patsy was in the room.
"Jeff, didn't you come here to help JB with the backyard?" Patsy asked,
placing her hand on Jeff's back.
"Oh yeah, I kinda forgot," he dropped his head slightly, and looked Lindsey in
the eyes, as if to say, 'I'd rather hang with you.'
"Hey, I can chill while you do this, I still got a little jet lag anyway," Lindsey
said, placing a hand on his shoulder, shrugging.
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There were doilies in the windows, I'm gonna die here she thought to herself.
She began to knock on the pink door. A pink door? An elderly woman opened
the door. "Why, last time I saw you, you were only two, I must say, I was
surprised when your parents asked you to stay with us, but I told them you
were welcome anytime. I'll get JB to help you with you bags."
After getting settled into her room, Lindsey grabbed some clothes out of
her suitcases and slipped out of ones she was wearing, that smelled of
smoke, from the person sitting next to her on the plane. She tied the
strings in front of the black wind-shorts she was wearing, and tied the back
of the halter that she had just put on, it said Angel Kisses, Fifty Bucks
across the baby blue fabric in curly black letters. She slipped her Adidas on
and put her hair into braided pigtails, except for her long bangs. The guest
room she was staying in was in the basement. It had a cottage-fell to it.
The walls were blue-blue, shiny hardwood floors, and the beds had country
quilts on them. She sighed and walked into the living room that was in the
basement. This basement wasn't like your normal, concrete floors, and plain
white walls basement. It was like just the bottom story of a house, and you
came in on the top. She grabbed her back pack purse and headed up the
stairs. About halfway up the stairs she heard two voices, one belonged to
Patsy, the woman who greeted her, and the other must have belonged to a
teenage boy, it was soft and strangely comforting. She emerged from the
top of the stairs to see who Patsy was talking to. Not only was his voice
comforting, he was drop-dead gorgeous. He had sandy-blonde hair, that
hung loose around his ears, framing his face slightly. His green eyes would
put any emerald to shame. He looked about six foot, a little taller than her.
"Hi." Lindsey said sticking her hand out to him.
He just looked at her. She was beautiful. Her soft blonde hair in pigtails
fell just above her shoulders. She was almost as tall as he was, a huge turn
on, all the girls around here were really short. Her shirt clung in all the
right places. Her shorts were short enough to look sexy, but not enough to
look slutty, which was very hard to get in between. She defiantly not from
around here. Her tan waxed legs, slightly sun-bleached hair, and west coast
accent proved it straight away.
"Hi, I'm Jeff Hardy." He responded looking into her bluish-green eyes.
"Lindsey Rohrbach, I'm here for the summer. I was about to go out," she
said, dropping his hand and placing her hand on the curve of her stomach.
He noticed a silver Y necklace around her neck. He remebered they had
been in style about three years ago, he guessed she really didn't care.
"How about I show you around?" Jeff said, they both seemed to have
forgotten Patsy was in the room.
"Jeff, didn't you come here to help JB with the backyard?" Patsy asked,
placing her hand on Jeff's back.
"Oh yeah, I kinda forgot," he dropped his head slightly, and looked Lindsey in
the eyes, as if to say, 'I'd rather hang with you.'
"Hey, I can chill while you do this, I still got a little jet lag anyway," Lindsey
said, placing a hand on his shoulder, shrugging.
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