Serendipity: Bentley

[Josephine Morgan]

Unforgettable
Some days... you gotta dance!

With the sun shining down on her, she figured she'd head outdoors. It was a beautiful, not a cloud in sight and the sky was a blazing shade of blue. She had just got off the phone with her parents, and all of her siblings. Jacob was visiting with his girlfriend and Lily from college. Stephen and Arabella were sad when she told them she needed to get off. But, she supposed they understood. She was busy, with work and trying to fit in here.

She'd been here barely and week and was still trying to figure her way around. It was then, in the backward as she walked around the large grassy area, that she found a wrought iron fence. It was cracked open just a bit. Pushing it open fully, she walked in only to discover a beautiful lavish garden. "Oh, wow." She nearly whispered as she stood there, taking in the smells of the flowers as a soft breeze came by.

Hearing something rustle, she looked around the large tree, seeing the back of someone. "Oh. Sorry... I didn't mean to intrude." She blushed slightly. "I mean, if you want privacy I can just... go." She pointed back at the fence where she had just come in from.

[Bentley]

Chillaxin'

Things here had been remotely easy. Adyson was nice, and had way too much going on for her to enforce rules upon Bentley...if there were any. Which he was sure there was, and he planned to break everyone of them.

First was first. He needed to have some type of fun, and honestly this place was too welcoming and nice...he wouldn't be able to let loose without feeling bad. And it's not like he could go out and find something to do. He knew no one and didn't know any fun places to go.

Then again he wasn't trying to meet anyone either. He was either in his room listening to music, or out here in this secret place that no one else seems to have discovered. Well, what does one do in a secret garden? Most of the time he just brought out a mechanic magazine, but on special days he was feeling a little musically inclined so he brought out his drum sticks.

Beating on the tree trunk was a way to make music and let out all his emotions. He poured out his heart and soul into the hits that he places on that poor oak tree. The battle wounds it gained only made it look more lumonous as it basically swallowed the whole garden.

Finishing the rhythm that still lingered in his head he sat silently at the base of the tree pondering anything and everything. Before he could start another tune of hits a voice startled him, "Oh. Sorry... I didn't mean to intrude." She blushed slightly. "I mean, if you want privacy I can just... go."

He turned around getting ready to scold whoever was disturbing his muse, but as soon as his eyes faced the person responsible he changed his mind. This girl was somkin'...no beyond that she was gorgeous. And she happened to stumble upon his secret lair. Why waste and oppurtunity like this?

"No your fine. Stay a while. I don't mind." He turned around placing his back against the tree and looking up at her. "i'm Bentley, join me in boredom? I mean I am new and all. I guess I could use a few friends." He laughed a bit before patting the grassy area next to him.

[Josephine Morgan]

The moment he turned around ans she saw those dark brown eyes, a soft smile fell to her lips. He was beyond handsome, and this... just starring, was making her blush. "No your fine. Stay a while. I don't mind." Nodding, she took a few steps inside. "Alright." She whispered softly.

"i'm Bentley, join me in boredom? I mean I am new and all. I guess I could use a few friends."

As she moved closer, he patted the grass next to him and that's when she saw the drumsticks. "You play?" She asked softly. Smiling, a small dimple showing as she did, she tucked some hair behind her ear. "Well, I could join you. Seeing as how I'm new here too and could use a friend as well."

She moved closer, leaning down and placing her back against the tree as he legs stretched out. She was lady like, you know. "The name's Jo." She smiled over at him. "So, Bentley." Why was it she had the instinct to blush when he looked at her? "Don't let me stop you." She mumbled, tilting her head to the drumsticks.

[Bentley]

"Alright."

He could tell she was shy just by the way she walked, and held herself when she talked. Bentley wasn't the one to ever go for a shy girl, but something about this girl....something about her wouldn't let him look away.

"You play?" She asked softly. Smiling, a small dimple showing as she did, she tucked some hair behind her ear. "Well, I could join you. Seeing as how I'm new here too and could use a friend as well."

That smile she gave made him believe maybe she wasn't so shy after all. The dimple that showed made his spine tingle. Deep down she was wild at heart, just trapped in a shy girl's silhouette. And surprisingly he found that appealing. He was always so used to girls just throw themselves at him. There was no fun in that. Shaking all those thoughts he finally answered her.

"I do. Drums are my life." He gave her a small smirk. "As for being new, you won't be new for long. We can be un-new together." He chuckled softly before picking up his drum sticks. They were engraved to him. 'The only little brother I ever want...Rock out. -Jesse' He heart stopped as he read over the carving, but he shut out the sadness as the girl introduced herself.

"The name's Jo." She smiled over at him. "So, Bentley." Why was it she had the instinct to blush when he looked at her? "Don't let me stop you."

He raised a brow. "So, Jo? I would love to play for you, but then I would be taking advantage of you. Because well, girls just can't hold themselves back from a good drummer." He laughed and shook his head. "I'm just kidding.....or am I?" He stopped laughing and rasied a brow at her. "How about you tell me something about you, and then I will play...so the more you tell me the more I will play.."

He gave her a sly grin before looking back down at his drumsticks. "The only fault in that is that when its my turn to tell you stuff about me. What do I get in return?" He smirked.

[Josephine Morgan]

"I do. Drums are my life." He gave her a small smirk. "As for being new, you won't be new for long. We can be un-new together."

Why was it she felt like he was constantly staring at her? Something about him, and the way he spoke and how he held himself made her want to smile. "Well, can't pass up a deal like that, now can I?" She grinned. "Drums huh?" She looked him over. "I kinda had you pegged for a guitar person." She smirked.

"So, Jo? I would love to play for you, but then I would be taking advantage of you. Because well, girls just can't hold themselves back from a good drummer."

She gave him a lop-sided look, before shaking her head as she laughed softly. "I'm just kidding.....or am I?" Giving him a good once over, she shook her head once more. "I don't know..." She said softly, pausing as she raised a brow. "Do girls actually fall for that sorta thing?" She teased.

"How about you tell me something about you, and then I will play...so the more you tell me the more I will play.."

For just a moment, it felt as if she got lost in his voice. Shaking herself out of it, she smiled. "Sounds like a deal.." But then... "The only fault in that is that when its my turn to tell you stuff about me. What do I get in return?" She sat there a moment, thinking that one over. "I would say a date, but truth is I don't know you that well. I mean, how do I know if your one of those x-mutants? Or, a stalker for that matter?" She grinned, laughing softly.

"How about a dinner. Made by yours truly."

[Bentley]

"Well, can't pass up a deal like that, now can I?"

Bentley smirked. "No I don't believe you can." He could only smile at her, all of his bad ass hard feelings melted away when she smiled. How could you not smile looking at her? "Drums huh?" She looked him over. "I kinda had you pegged for a guitar person."

He grimaced. "Nooooooo!" He was always known to be a little dramatic. "Guitars are for douchebags. It takes a real man to play the drums." He grinned at her. As he teased with her a bit some of her shy shell melted away. It wasn't much, but it was enough to make him want to know everthing about her.

"I don't know..." She said softly, pausing as she raised a brow. "Do girls actually fall for that sorta thing?"

He full on laughed at that. "Are you doubting my boyish charm?" He pulled his hand to cover his heart. I'm hurt. His smile easily came back as he ran his fingers up and down his sticks. "Sounds like a deal.."

He gave her a smile, but then she looked like she was really thinking. "I would say a date, but truth is I don't know you that well. I mean, how do I know if your one of those x-mutants? Or, a stalker for that matter?" He raised a brow shocked. "I am so not an X-mutant. He chuckled. Making a puppy dog face. "Does this look like the face of an X-mutant?'

"How about a dinner. Made by yours truly."

"That my dear sounds like a plan. Now sstart talking so I can start playing. He smirked.

[Josephine Morgan]

"Nooooooo!" He was always known to be a little dramatic. "Guitars are for douchebags. It takes a real man to play the drums."

She smirked, shaking her head. "And here I thought you were gonna say because drums are the heart of it all." She smirked, laughing softly as she starred back at him. Are you doubting my boyish charm? I'm hurt." She laughed out loud at that. "I would never doubt boyish charm. If that boy had boyish charm." She grinned, teasing him once more.

"I am so not an X-mutant." He chuckled. Making a puppy dog face. "Does this look like the face of an X-mutant?"

It was then, she actually fully got to look at him, take in is brown eyes, the way the corners of his mouth tucked in when he smiled. He was handsome, and there was no doubt in that. Even as she stared she felt her heart skip a beat. "You'll know, when you see him, when you met him. You'll know Jo. You'll just know." Her mothers words echoed in her head. "Guess not." She said softly, smiling.

"That my dear sounds like a plan. Now sstart talking so I can start playing."

Laughing softly, she thought over the easy things. "Well, everyone calls me Jo, or Jojo, but my name is Josephine Grace Morgan." And she knew, by the look on his face that, that clearly wasn't enough. Laughing softly, she went on. "I love music, and art, and Fashion is my life, I even work for a fashion designer. Simply, Belle."