Life of a Rockstar

[.:>Sammi<:.]

"Awesome. I can wait forty minutes...Now. Should I wait here or tag along like a lost puppy?" She was saying his in a joking tone, of course. Blakely didn't mind waiting here at the park and watching the little kids. They were pretty amusing. Their arguing had caught a hold of her attention as well, her head turning ever so slightly so that she could watch them. It was so funny watching little kids fight over, what now, seemed like nothing.

She thought of them growing older and really having to worry about the more serious things in life other than unshared lollipops and toys. Her smile softened before she turned back to Adam for his reply to her question. Then again, if she went with him he could go ahead and point some things out to her on their way.

[Whit {is great}]

Adam grinned, "You can come along if you want, but my apartment isn't anything special." He told her and he shuffled on his feet. Now that he thought about it, her comming along would be a good idea, Adam had to walk back all the major bars and clubs, and some shops, to get to his apartment. That'd increase thier traveling time, but it'd decrease thier time later.

The kids were really starting to make him laugh, then one of them hit the other, and the little girl that had been hit started to cry, and Adam felt bad. "Aww." Adam said as her mother came over and asked what was wrong.

[.:>Sammi<:.]

"Okay, awesome. And I bet your apartment is better than I'm living right now...with my mom. I totally need to find a cheap apartment for rent." Blakely crossed her arms over her chest and nibbled on her bottom lip. She glanced back over at the children once more. She shook her head at their antics, then the one that started crying. "When I was that age I was a little tom-boy...I would have totally whooped his ass." She giggled a little and looked at Adam, "Whelp. I guess we should head toward your place, then."

When Blakely had been a little girl, she'd been taught not to take any crap from anyone. In no way had she ever wished, during her time growing up and thinking back, had she regretted the way she had been raised like that. Then again, mentioning the fact that she would have whooped the boy's ass might have made her seem aggressive and that's what she regretted at the moment.