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Post by BEVAN KRIS GRAY on Jul 27, 2011 14:38:50 GMT -6
INSPITE OF THE WAY YOU WERE MOKING ME, ACTING LIKE I WAS PART OF YOUR PROPERTY in the end, by linkin park
Bevan sighed, defeated. He was positive the embarrassment of his rejection was going to hit him right as he stepped out the door, but all he could do was place Neap gently back into the cage and stand, the handle in one hand as he walked past her out the door. Rejection? Why had that word come to mind? It wasn't like he had asked her out, or had done anything to suggest doing so - right? This was a vet's office--not a single's bar. Of course she didn't want to talk to him! She had work to do, just like he did. Though, there was one last thing that he needed to say.
"Miss Leigh, I would like to apologize for my rude behaviour earlier. I did not realize how busy this office was; I hope you will forgive me." Bevan said genuinely as he stood in the hallway, waiting for her to close the door. He could have included excuses, about how he wasn't getting enough sleep - about how every night he woke up at four in the morning to the same damn dream, about how his business had declined last year, and how he has been working three times as much to get it back up and running again; about how his wife died and its been years and he should have long since gotten over it, but couldn't seem too, and he has not been the same way since--
but, instead, he just let the apology rest in the air, hoping they wouldn't end their appointment on such a bad note.
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Post by blaire anne leigh on Jul 27, 2011 15:20:48 GMT -6
Blaire watched as the male carefully placed his cat inside of his cage and she then smiled. She was glad that he was no longer pleading that his cat had some sort of mysterious bowel disease or something of the sort. She rolled her shoulders back, and then rested her head against the wooden door. A headache had come on quickly, and she was sure it was due to stress. About to make a joke about this in relation to Mr. Gray and his cat, she stopped as she found he was about to speak. The male apologised, and she was grateful, but nevertheless, she was also still a little distressed that he had approached her earlier and asked about his appointment. She was generally a very tolerant person, which is why she reckoned that was the reason she was fairly unhappy.
She nodded her head slightly, and said in a very calm and light tone, “That’s very courteous of you, Mr. Gray. I thank you for your apology and I accept. I still do not appreciate that your impatience brought you to the level of asking like a five year old, but I understand. We both have work to do, so I can see why you wanted to hurry along. I suppose I shan’t keep you waiting any longer. Off you go, and remember to give us a call if something has come up, alright? See you at your next appointment; I’m sure you know how to exit?” asked the veterinarian, sure that the male could remember his way out.
“Good-bye, Mr. Grey. Drive safely,” she added, knowing that he lived quite a little ways away from Barnes. She wondered why he would choose her office – of all the places in the London area. Turning as she felt the air stir behind her, the female exited the exam room and disappeared behind a set of newer looking doors that had the simple word ‘Lab’ etched into the frosted over glass.
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Post by BEVAN KRIS GRAY on Jul 27, 2011 15:40:39 GMT -6
A week later.
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BUT EITHER WAY IT LOOKS LIKE, THE LOVERS ARE LOSING The Lovers Are Losing, Keane
He had survived an entire week, and for that he was rather proud of himself. Mr. Bevan Gray had drowned himself in work, meeting with clients, editing photographs, and on Friday he had even been hired as the wedding photographer. Weddings were good money; he was good at it, first of all, and the couple was usually so happy they paid generously or didn't criticize much. He had worked with a few bridezillas before - but even they had appreciated his work. When the bride came out into the church, he always made sure to take pictures of not only her beautiful gown, but also the groom's reaction - the groom's reaction was always the best. He remembered his own experience clearly; how excited and happy he had been, and also scared as hell. Anyway, it paid good - but afterwards he always left feeling bittersweet.
After returning from the vet's, he had spent the next two days spoiling Neap: coming home early, giving him treats, petting him constantly. It did not take long for the old boy to return to his usual ways; following him around the apartment, and getting in the way of things. So Miss Leigh had been right after all; all the tom needed was some attention.
Miss Leigh. The woman had been irritated with him - thought he acted like a five-year-old and seemed to be the most impatient of her clients. But Bevan found himself thinking about her; he had a knack for reading people, and he felt that there was a lot more to this girl than she was letting on.
Which brought him here, sitting once again in the vet's office, Neap sleeping quietly in his cage. Bevan had planned this appointment out more carefully, and had time to return home and change into jeans and his usual dark green tight-fitting t-shirt (the colour of which he had been told brought out his eyes; anything to help his cause). He wore black converse, and his father's watch on his wrist; this time he made sure not to check the time, or appear the least bit impatient. Neap didn't have any problems, so he wasn't exactly sure what he would say when he found himself in the office again with Miss Leigh.
Can I have your phone number? hardly seemed appropriate.
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Post by blaire anne leigh on Jul 27, 2011 16:03:22 GMT -6
Blaire walked in through the back door, feeling calm and content. She was early today, after eating a quick lunch at the café earlier on. She had on her purple scrubs and matching converse, and wore her horseshoe necklace and her bit bracelet. She was going to visit Addy and Mellow later on, after all appointments were done for the day. She slipped behind the receptionist’s desk quietly, and grabbed the papers for the next client. The female’s brows furrowed as she looked into the almost empty waiting room, seeing the face she wasn’t quite expecting.
Oh no, thought Blaire frantically,is there really something wrong with Neopolitain that I really didn’t see? I’m such a horrid vet…this will be the second time this week!
Finding a weak smile from the depths of her heart, the female looked at Mr. Gray and said, “I’ll see you and Neopolitain right this moment, Mr. Gray.” Her voice was quiet, and she wondered why he didn’t look as nervous as she thought he was. Whenever some people’s animals were sick, they would be pacing, sick with worry as well. Mr. Gray didn’t seem to have any problem, although he did look a bit tense. The veterinarian walked down the narrow hallway into the same exam room as last time, and sat down, waiting for Mr. Gray to arrive with his tomcat.
As the female sat, a look of confusion and discomfort slowly worked its way onto her face. She wasn’t sure what was wrong, but she hoped that the cat was comfortable. She would hate to see the poor mite in pain. That was exactly why she was a vet in the first place. Swallowing back some of her discomfort, the female looked toward the door, an expectant light in her blue-green eyes. “So, what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you here, Mr. Gray?” asked the veterinarian. “I hope that Neopolitain isn’t getting any worse? …Well, I suppose he must be, though, for you to make this appointment. What has been going on?”
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Post by BEVAN KRIS GRAY on Jul 27, 2011 16:26:32 GMT -6
REACHING FOR THE PHONE BECAUSE I CAN'T FIGHT IT ANYMORE, ANOTHER SHOT OF WHISKEY, CAN'T STOP LOOKING AT THE DOOR Need You Now
"Nice to see you again, Miss Leigh," Bevan said lightly, standing up and nearly forgetting to grab Neapolitan's cage before following her down the hall. While in the waiting room, he had paid special attention to the business cards and the signs, reading her name: Blaire Leigh, veterinarian. Blaire: the name seemed to suit her. They returned to the same exam room as last time, and he sat Neapolitan on the table like last time, letting him out of his cage. The cat sat up slowly, taking his time to stretch and yawn before exiting. Now this was the Neap that he knew: completely uninterested. The tom perked up some, upon finding Blaire in the room; he mewed to the vet, his bright green eyes looking upon her with slight interest. I'm feeling the same way... He thought.
When she sat down and asked him what the issue was, he was at loss for words. Truthfully, Neap did not have any problems; he had completely returned to normal, and there really wasn't a reason for him to be here. "Uh, well..." Bevan struggled with his words; should he tell her the truth, or lie and hopefully scrap together a mite of dignity before exiting and never coming back? "The truth is..." Bevan sighed and shook his head, looking at Neap as he spoke. "Honestly, I think Neap here has developed a little crush on you. He just can't seem to get you out of his head." He shrugged his shoulders like the problem was unfix-able.
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Post by blaire anne leigh on Jul 27, 2011 17:58:57 GMT -6
The female waited almost on edge as she waited for the male sitting in front of her what was the matter with his cat. Nothing looked wrong as she watched the sleepy Neopolitain lumber out of his cage. He soon perked up, though, watching them intently. Like she thought earlier, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. She watched Mr. Gray's mouth move as he began to explain about how the cat was - wait - did he just say that the cat missed her? That was...flattering and cute, but it was hardly necessary for him to make an appointment over that. He could have just stopped by and said hello...
"Mr. Gray," said Blaire, choosing her words carefully. She didn't want to hurt this man's feelings, "I'm quite flattered that you brought Neopolitain back to see me, but I find it quite...humorous, if I do say so myself, that you didn't just...stop by? You could have just asked to see me so I could say hello to Neopolitain. I understand that you have a home in London, so it may have been easier to make an appointment, but now I feel quite awful. I should have just told you to come by whenever, I suppose," laughed the female, quite unsure of what to say now.
"Hello, Neopolitain," whispered the vet, stroking the cat's soft fur. "Well, I suppose this leaves us some time to chat.." mumbled Blaire, feeling slightly awkward now that this turned into a visit instead of a medical-type talk.
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Post by BEVAN KRIS GRAY on Jul 27, 2011 18:34:31 GMT -6
IT ALL MEANS SOMETHING, AND YET NOTHING TO ME Strangers Like Me, Phil Collins
He was a complete dolt. A nincompoop. A prat, and a ninny besides. Of course he should have just dropped by! Miss Leigh is a vet, and therefore an animal-lover: she wouldn't have seen anything odd about him bringing Neap back to say hello. And then, while she was petting him, he could bring in some casual conversation; they would have been in the waiting room, with other people around, so it wouldn't have felt as awkward as this. But, instead, he had decided to schedule a medical appointment, one that he had made on the premise that something was medically wrong with his cat. No, nothing was wrong with his cat; he just felt this irresistible attraction to his veterinarian. And now he wasn't quite sure what to do.
"Oh, well, you're right; I live in central London, so I wanted to schedule an appointment to make sure I caught you at a good time." He tried to save some of the remains of his pride. Bevan had been standing up leaning on the door frame, but now that this conversation had turned more personal, he suddenly felt awkward standing while she was sitting; he took a seat in the vacant chair.
It was a simple fact now that anything he said was going to feel uncomfortable. So he might as well go all-out, and ruin any chances he might have ever had with this woman by making small talk. "So...how long have you been in this line of work?" He needed something to do with his hands; they felt awkward in his lap or at his side. He reached out, scratching behind Neap's ear as he rubbed his head into his palm. "And you can call him Neap, by the way; I almost never actually call him Neapolitan."
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Post by blaire anne leigh on Jul 27, 2011 19:50:29 GMT -6
Blaire smiled awkwardly, a lopsided sort of smile. She blinked, and watched as the uncomfortable looking man sat down and began to relax. Then, the problem started. He began to speak. She didn't exactly do very well when it came to just...talking, but she told herself to relax. She put her mac carefully on the desk and swiveled the chair to face him.
"Central London, you say? That has to be marvelous. I live slightly on the outskirts of London. Close enough to get the city vibe, but far enough out where...I'm not in the city," remarked the vet thoughtfully. Oh hell, should I not have told him that? thought Blaire, pursing her lips for a moment, before moving on to answering Mr. Gray's next question. "As long as I've known what a veterinarian was, I've wanted to be one. How many years officially? This would be my first. Really? I've been in the business for about twenty-two years," laughed the female, smiling genuinely. She loved to talk about her work, and she figured that maybe Mr. Gray enjoyed talking about it.
After all, the bloody man did leave his cat to spend time in his office, right?
The female uncrossed and then crossed her legs again, her purple converse showing beneath her baggy scrubs. She liked to match, but today probably wasn't the day to wear all purple. "So, what do you do for a living, Mr. Gray?" asked Blaire pointedly looking at him in the eye, tilting her head to the side, allowing the straight hair resting on her shoulder to fall back and rest with the rest of the thick strands. "Last time I saw you, you were in a suit. Business, perhaps?" asked the veterinarian unsure of what the male actually did.
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Post by BEVAN KRIS GRAY on Jul 27, 2011 20:15:06 GMT -6
CAUSE IF ONE DAY YOU WAKE UP, AND YOU FIND THAT YOU'RE MISSING ME The Man Who Can't Be Moved, The Script
"Yes, I love the city. Actually, I was born in Barnes, but I moved into London when I was very young," This was getting easier, talking about simple things like jobs and residence. She seemed to relax once she began talking about her job; he could see that he really enjoyed her work, and he smiled when she did, his eyes glancing down as she moved her legs. He quickly refocused on Neap; Let's not make this anymore embarrassing than it already is, Bev, he told himself silently - the last thing he wanted was to think he was looking her over; though that was hardly do-able, considering the bagginess of her scrubs.
What does he do for a living? He had forgotten he had been wearing a suit the last time he had visited; did she take that much notice with all her clients. "Well, like you, every since I could pick up a camera I've known the path my life was going to take." He picked up Neap - who was looking sleepy - and set him in his lap; the cat quickly curled up and closed his eyes. Bevan stroked his pelt as he continued explaining. "I studied photography in college, and now I have my own studio in London; Bevan Gray Photography. Creative name, I know," He ran his hand over the Abyssinian's tail. "I was wearing a suit because I was meeting with a very influential client, a man interested in publishing some of my work in his magazine. First impressions seem to matter a lot to the, ah, eccentric type of people I work with," He added with a chuckle. He looked at Miss Leigh curiously; "If you don't mind me asking, Miss Leigh, do you remember that much detail about all your clients? It took me a moment to remember that I was the one wearing a suit." He asked with a slight grin, unsure if the woman remembered that about him simply because it had seemed odd to her, or if he had stood out as much to her as she had to him.
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Post by blaire anne leigh on Jul 27, 2011 20:38:13 GMT -6
Blaire listened intently as Mr. Gray talked about his life. She narrowed her eyes as he mentioned he was born in Barnes. She continued to listen until she realized it was her turn again. “I love photography! What a lucky chap you are to be able to follow your passion as well. You should come out and take photos of the horses at Hillside. I’ve got two there who are quite photogenic, you know. Well, one at least. The other’s a bit…on the wonky side,” laughed the young woman. “And you were born in Barnes? Because I was born in Barnes as well. I didn’t know that you were born here! At how young an age did you move?” asked Blaire.
She was glad they could finally strike something to talk about. They still had another twenty minutes left, so if anything, they could fall back on the subjects they had in common.
“I’ve actually got a photogenic memory,” said Blaire, rather quietly. She didn’t enjoy telling others that fact due to the idea that she felt she was bragging every time those words slipped across her tongue. She could feel herself growing red at the mention of it, knowing how hard it was for the average person to remember certain things. Normally she said she had a knack for memorizing, but for some reason those words accidentally left her mouth.
She shifted her position once again, her scrubs annoyingly catching on the chair every now and again. Muttering unintelligibly, the female glared down at the hideous purple and was wishing she had worn something more appropriate. He was quite handsome, she had to admit. ”What kind of photography do you do? Portraits, still life…animals?” asked the female. “I mean, you have to have tons of photos of Neap, he’s just too adorable to resist, right? Oh and where did you go to school? Or did you move from Barnes before you even started? Sorry if I’m asking so many questions, it’s just now we have so much more to talk about, what with you being born here and me being born here and whatnot…” mumbled Blaire, feeling rushed and stupid once more.
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