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[ali]

Kenzie was a small town girl, things were simple and so was she. Dallas, was a big town, but living on the outskirts, on a simple ranch, made her the way she was. She was not too outgoing, but she could get things done. One thing she knew was her horses. Her horses were first and for most for her. Since she was toddler she was taught how to rope and ride, and she lived for it. Being a rodeo queen was just for shits and giggles really, her true passion was the training. Taking an unbroke colt, and working with him until he would do whatever, and anything you told him to do, then selling him, and watching him make someone a lifetime friend, that was the true pay off. Though she had two horses she would never sell not ever.

Kenzie was a barrel racer, and she was damn good at it. Her horse was fast, and he knew his pattern. All she had to do was sit there, and hang on. She loved the thrill of knowing her horse could slip, she could get hurt, and the thrill of knowing that prize money was going home with her when she scored a 14.5 on the last run of her season. Mikey was a good horse, and the dapple would do anything and everything for her when it came down to him doing his job. Travis on the other hand, did the bulls, and that was a sprt all it own. She had watched him a couple times, and boy did she want to give it a whirl, but there was no way in hell that Daddy would ever let her climb on a bull, he knew the pains first hand that those animals could cause. Not for Kenz.

Horses were Kenzie's passion. She was not the girl you would find in the shopping mall, muddling over which shirt would look best. She was a simple girl, from a simple place, raised by a simple man. Thus, leading to a simple girl she would always be. This moving thing, she was not too impressed, but daddy had been positive that this was the right thing for her. Though she had been in this place for a couple months now, and was tanned, and her slightly sun-bleached, she still did not feel like she belonged. Her cowboy boots, they showed that they had been worked before. Most of the girls she had seen around here, had not worked a day in their lives, and were nothing but whores. Not that Kenz had anything against whores, she herself just chose to not to be.

The sun glistened off the girls freshly tanned skin. Her blonde hair wisping back in the ocean breeze as her new aquired sandals flipped and flopped against her heels. Her shorts were short, quite short actually. If her Daddy had seen her he would have had a heart attack. But that was the way up here. Her white lacey tank top clung to her just right, showing off the curvature of her body. Though Kenzie felt as though she was nothing special, most would contradict her. On the end of a pink leash bounded a small dog, her one and only true man; Bowser. She happened to be taking the small thing for a walk that gorgeous day; watching him take the pink leash in his mouth and tug on it as if he were walking himself.

Kenzie had dark secrets about her... very dark secrets. She was eighteen, and still a virgin. Which was not really the secret, but Kenzie had huge dreams of putting herself through school. Many would point out it would have been simpler for her to just let her Father pay, but she didn't want that. So what did Kenzie come up with? She had a perfect idea, but things were getting complicated. Kenzie was eighteen, a virgin, and a stripper. Course she had a real job by day, which was being a secretary at a local law firm, but by night innocent Kenzie didn't seem innocent at all. Anyways there she strolled, hoping something would pop up to entertain her a little more.

[cyrus]

Cyrus was a college student and he knew he was messing his life up slowly due to drugs he found his self getting into, it all started at the age of eighteen when he started going out to parties with his friends. Marijuana slowly turned into cocaine and that slowly turned into heroin, and he found his self shooting up just to remain sane. No one really knew of his addiction either, not even his siblings because he always hid it and tried not to be suspicious even though many things from his home were now missing. He sold many of his things to keep his addiction going and refused to believe he ever had a problem and that he could stop whenever he wanted to, but in truth he was in trouble and he was going to die if he didn’t stop. Then again, who really cared about health anyone, with people dying every day Cyrus almost didn't care if he died anymore. His life was only really going downhill and he didn't know what to do anymore, his grades were slipping and he knew if he didn't pull them up he was going to soon be a college drop out.

His fingers ran slowly through his hair pulling at a few missed knots noting he needed a hair cut soon. It was beginning to get long and his blond curly hair was starting to become a pain in the butt so he had a feeling it was time to get a few inches taken off. Anything to make it less annoying and hard to contain, the only problem was then he did get his hair cut it always ended up growing back pretty fast. For some people that wouldn't be an issue, but Cyrus didn't like having to look down and see pieces of his hair falling into his face. So he normally took it into his self to keep his hair pretty short, it was a lot easier to clean when showering. Granted there were those days that Cyrus went without a shower, and he called them the days he was just too lazy to do anything. As he was growing up he found those days to be more frequent and now he found his self going days at a time without bathing. Gross yes very much so, but Cyrus always felt he had better things to do then shower. Odd logic that may be but that was just what he thought and felt perhaps that was the reason he found his self at the lake and the beach a lot. He could just swim in the water and that was almost a bath in its self. In fact the beach was just the place her was right now, the morning was a struggle for the twenty-two year old.

Mostly when it came to waking up this morning, he had to roll out of bed onto his floor and drag his butt to his closet just to change his clothes. Glancing down at his plain shirt and jeans he shrugged, if you were to glance at his arms long enough you would only notice the needle marks made from years of shooting up. Needle marks, and his normal very sloppy appearance. It was all nothing new to Cyrus, and it slowly became his everyday life. Sitting down in the sand his pulled his shoes off hugging his knees glancing around at all the other people the occupied the beach this very fine day. That was when he noticed at familiar blond walking her dog, and if she was who he thought she was it was Kenzie. "Kenzie" he called from his place in the sand, yes he was far too lazy to move.

[ali]

Kenzie had made a couple friends in the time she had been here. Jason was one of them, Ethan was another, and Cyrus was a good one. Course, it was like Kenzie to only befriends with guys. She liked girls, but they just did not seem to like her at all. Which disheartened the girl, but she had learned to get over it. Girls would be girls, and well; Kenzie would always be Kenzie. She never had been one to change for anyone. Unless you count her attire changing. She had changed a little since moving to this place, from boots to flip flops. She would not truly change her being, but her clothes wasn't really any type of sin. So therefore, it was okay. She liked who she was, and she kind of liked these clothes. Of course, she preferred her jeans and boots, but these types of clothes were doing just as well.

Cyrus was a good guy. He was a little strange; and she noted more than once that he tended to not shower as much as most people, but Kenzie was never one to judge. She knew to each their own, and she refused to judge him solely based on the fact that he didn't shower as much as she did. Course, most people did not shower as much as she did. She showered two times a day. Sometimes three if she had just gotten home from work and needed a relaxor. He had been an okay friend to date; he hadn't screwed her over or anything so in her mind that was a good friend. She needed all the friends she could get, anyhow. It really was not a good time to be in a new place with no friends. And so far the whole three were good enough so far. They seemed willing enough to be friendly. Course she was positive they all wanted more. Except Cyrus. She hadn't figured him out yet.

Kenzie heard her name called out from in front of her. So she took her eyes off her dog for a second to see just the person she had been thinking about. Kenzie smiled, and waved as she walked towards him. She knew he would not make a move towards her. He was just a bit too lazy for that. So she moved towards him soon finding herself sitting next to him in the sand. "How's it going today?" she said softly as the accent dripped off her words. She stared out at the ocean, watching as the tide rolled in, then back out; removing any trace of footprints in it's path. She loved the smell of the ocean, and she had found herself there quite often. But this was the first time she had ever seen Cyrus there. Anyways, it was a welcome surprise. She never turned down company, and good conversation.

[cyrus]

Cyrus was a good guy, he just had a lot of issues that he had trouble getting through and making sense of and one of those many issues was his drug issues. It didn’t start as a big issue, it was more of something that started small and slowly turned into an even bigger issue as time went on and slowly turned into something that Cyrus seemed to no longer have control over. In fact if you told him a few years ago that he would someday be doing drugs and stealing to buy drugs he wouldn’t believe you, he was never the type and that was probably why not many people suspected it. He didn’t talk to that many people anyways, he never did since he was always the type to stick with the few people he knew and that was that. He was loud when he wanted to be, and that wasn’t often.

At least it was often anymore, he just really couldn’t see the reason to be loud and hyper since he was now at the age of twenty one, he was an adult and adults were more mature. Okay maybe the mature part was just cutting it a little too far, because he isn’t now has he ever really been mature. No mature people actually sorta bugged Cyrus, mature people were no fun and that was hardly Cyrus’ style. Running his fingers slowly through his hair he glanced at Kenzie yawning a little bit to try and wake his self up as best he can, he was exhausted due to the lack of sleep he was getting lately but he would never admit to it. He had it in his mind sleep was hardly important; he had better things to do with his life that didn’t involve sleeping and worrying about sleep.

Eating was another thing he sometimes didn’t really seem to bother with often, they were just things that didn’t seem to interest him and looking at Kenzie he shrugged his shoulders. “It’s going I guess, there isn’t much to be said about it. It’s been highly boring lately, least to me it’s been terribly dull and like nothing cool ever happens around here in this small town of Lipton. Makes me really wonder why I stay here” he muttered under his breath.