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[cavandaley-deactivated20131227]

Not In Kansas Anymore // Cavan & Fiona

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Cavan was pleased with Fiona’s smile. It was one of his favorite things in the world - seeing her smile. He buckled himself in and kept his eyes on her for a few moments. He was still shocked that this was actually happening to him. With the windows down, the music up, and Fiona sitting next to him it felt like a normal day back in Bundoran. It’s funny how they were fighting only a little while before that. That’s how there relationship always was though; it had its ups and downs. But to Cavan, it was mostly all ups. Fiona’s hands fit so perfectly in his that he felt completely at peace with everything in the world. Cavan smirked over at her after her request. “I’m sure I can manage keeping you company during the film."

Once they reached the inn, Cavan grabbed his board from the back of his truck and followed Fiona’s lead back upstairs. Standing outside of the entrance to her room, he smiled. “Of course I’m in. After a day like that do you think I’m gonna sit upstairs alone when you’re right down here?" They made their way into the accomidation Fiona shared with her roommate. Cavan leaned his board against the wall and checked out the room quickly. It was identical to his own besides the fact that her was personalized with the girls’ belongings. Smiling at Fiona, something which he currently could not stop doing, he cocked his head to the side, “So, what American movie are we watching?"  

[stgfiona-blog1]

She laughed as he followed her into her shared room, standing her board up against the wall by her competition board. Turning on the lights, she threw her clothes in the pile she created earlier that day. She sat on the end of her bed, grabbing his arm to pull him down beside her. “Who knows? Maybe you were bored of me already." She joked, knowing that that was definitely not the case. She bit her bottom lip softly as he asked about the movie. “There was no film to begin with. But, I’m sure you can find one." Fiona had used the movie as a way to hang out with him some more. She couldn’t leave him after what had just happened in the car. “I’m sure there’s something worth watching." She handed him the slim black remote that came with the tv that was opposite of the two beds.

She stood once more. “Look that way." She said to him, pointing in the direction away from her. Assuming he did so, she stripped from her bikini. Fiona wasn’t bothered by getting changed in front of him, it’s not like he hasn’t seen her naked before, but she wasn’t sure if he was comfortable or not. So, it was best if she told him to look away. However, Fiona wasn’t modest at all, and she’d get changed in front of anyone if it were socially acceptable. Out of her bag, she yanked out a pair of sweatpants, as the air-conditioned room had caused a chill on her skin, and a zip-up hoodie. She put on the clothes, lacking a shirt underneath her jacket, causing the cool metal of the zipper to sit on her chest. After she finished, she plopped on the bed, her head propped on the pillow, able to see the TV clearly. “Hey, come on, I don’t bite." She said, laughing, as she tapped her hand on the spot next to her, inviting him to sit beside her.

[tylerjfc]

That must’ve sucked big time. I’m sorry, Fiona. Y’know, if is ever happens again, call me up and I’ll help you out.

[stgfiona-blog1]

Of course you’d be the first to volunteer to help the topless girl.

[tylerjfc]

That’s must’ve been so fucking embarrassing, but knowing you, you probably acted as if nothing happened.

[stgfiona-blog1]

Obviously. One of them had to point out my floating top. Luckily, I grabbed it before it was able to be washed away.

[tothelightofmylife]

Seems like everyone’s a lazy fuck nowadays.

[stgfiona-blog1]

Excluding myself, of course.

[surfaway-hazel]

Thank you. Had a hard time trying to came up with the beautiful lyrics.

[stgfiona-blog1]

I’m assuming sarcasm isn’t your first language.

[tothelightofmylife]

It’s like ghosttown up in here.

[stgfiona-blog1]

That’s because all anyone is doing is sleeping.

[callmegrimmy]

’S too early right now.

[stgfiona-blog1]

Nobody said you had to wake up.

[surfaway-hazel]

I made a new song.

[stgfiona-blog1]

That’s nice, dear.

[tylerjfc]

I kind of want to laugh but that sucks big time.

[stgfiona-blog1]

The other surfers found it to be hysterical.

[stgfiona-blog1]

So, my bikini top came off while I was surfing. I don't know whether I should've laughed or cried.

[harmoniousfive-deactivated20150]

[cavandaley-deactivated20131227]

Not In Kansas Anymore // Cavan & Fiona

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During Fiona’s silent pause, Cavan waited patiently. He wasn’t going to push her in any way because he knew she couldn’t be pushed any further. The words she spoke sounded so perfect to Cavan at the moment. The fact that she didn’t completely hate him made him feel a hundred times better. He was even more relieved when she finally looked up at him. Those green eyes never failed to pull him in. At Fiona’s command, he nodded. “Yes, ma’am," he said jokingly. Quickly, he retrieved his surfboard from the sand and began hurriedly following behind his friend.

When they reached the truck, Fiona seemed extremely demanding. She usually was though. Throughout their whole relationship, Cavan’s friends constantly referred to him as ‘whipped’; though he never cared what they had to say. He did whatever to make her happy and she never failed to do the same in return. As he situated himself in the front seat he reached into the back and grabbed the only piece of clothing he had laying there - an old, yellow flannel shirt. He put it on and grazed his eyes over Fiona’s phone screen when she made her sarcastic comment. Letting out a soft fake chuckle, he rolled his eyes and stuck his key into the ignition. Cavan turned towards Fiona at the sound of her voice and was surprised at how close to him she was. At her gentle touch, Cavan almost melted right then and there.

Her lips were soft and inviting. He reached across the gap between them and lightly placed his hand on her side, grabbing hold of his old t-shirt she was clothed in. He pulled her closer towards him. He wasn’t sure if this was a fluke and it wouldn’t happen again or she was being serious, so he was taking his time to enjoy every minute of it. He pulled away but remained about and inch away from her. “Just do me a favor and don’t tell your mom about this one," he giggled like a nine year old, mostly because of how truly happy he was.

[stgfiona-blog1]

Fiona was almost surprised that he was as into the kiss as she was. When she first woke up this morning, she didn't expect to be where she was at that moment. Her fingers found their way through his curls as he pulled their bodies closer. The space between them was filled when a new one was created due to their lips parting. She let out a laugh against his lips, which caused a vibration. "Oh, trust me, I wasn't planning to." She mumbled, moving in for a few more gentle pecks on his lips before pulling back completely from him. Her heart raced in her chest and her lips still tingled with joy from the feel of his against them. Fiona was always known as the "tough nut to crack," but she broke out a smile for Cavan, and because she couldn't help but do so. At that moment, she felt as though she were fifteen again, and like it was her first kiss repeated. Satisfied, she moved back to her designated spot in the passenger seat as she strapped herself in.

Rolling down the window, Fiona pulled her feet up, hugging her legs, her head resting on her knees. As the truck began to move, most of her attention was drawn to the people outside, and what they were thinking, and how they were feeling. Fiona had actually forgotten what being happy felt like and she was always reminded of it when she was with Cavan. As crazy as she knew it sounded, Fiona would rather be with him and argue than not be with him at all. She managed to steal a couple of silent glances at him as he drove before speaking. "You were right, anyway. I shouldn't have listened to her about you." She knew there were some situations where a mother was right about a male, but Cavan treated her like a princess. Fiona would always be the first to admit that she didn't deserve to be treated as such, but she didn't stop him, because she liked to think that she treated him the same. "I don't want her to be the reason that we're not together." Of course, being in California, it was easy for them to happily be around one another, but the story would most likely change once back in Bundoran.

She didn't want to think about that, though. "So, there's this American film I was told to watch. I don't know if I want to do so by myself." She reached over to him, in search of his hand and laced their fingers, squeezing his hand as her smaller had fit perfectly into his. "I'm kind of debating on whether I want to watch it at all, you know?" It was her discrete way of inviting him into her room. "And my roommate's probably not even home right now. She's most likely hanging out with her team, and I'll be all alone." She looked at him, her eyes growing larger, in mock of puppy eyes. They were soon back at the building and they went inside. She grabbed her board and headed through the main entrance, into the lobby. Fiona gave up on having the energy to climb to stairs with a board in her hand, so she went towards the elevator, waiting for her turn as it quickly arrived. It was definitely a much quicker route back to her room and within minutes, they stood outside of her door. "So, I mean if you want to come in, I have food and I may feel like sharing tonight. You in?"

[txciv-deactivated20200920]

[connorswalshes-blog]

Yeah, sounds like it. I don’t think they would call me stupid if they liked me better.

[stgfiona-blog1]

They called you stupid? Hm, maybe Americans aren't as clueless as I thought.

[connorswalshes-blog]

Which Americans have you met? They hate me so far. Not the surfrs, but all the other people I’ve met on the boardwalk and what-not. 

[stgfiona-blog1]

Well, maybe they just like me better?

[tothelightofmylife]

Ask anyone outside your team who’s not too nice to tell you the truth in this place, and you’ll come up with a different answer.

[stgfiona-blog1]

Outside my team. Meaning, I'm asking someone who has yet to know me?

[tothelightofmylife]

Nah, just, who do we have to thank that traumatized you enough to make you become such a complete and utter dislikeable bitch?

[stgfiona-blog1]

I'm nowhere near traumatized, dislikable, or a bitch.