Dog Expo (Taylor/David)

[David Delacrux]

I put a few twenties on the table. I smile and lead us outside to where my jeep sits. Evidently one of my employees is wanting a raise. I smirk and open the passenger door for her before climbing in on my side. Johnny climbs in the back and sticks his head out the window. I start the car and start us on the road to my house. I reach across the console and entwine my fingers in hers.

[Taylor Asher]

Taylor followed him, thanking him for opening her door. Hanna climbed in the back with Johnny, sticking her head out the other window. As he starts down the road, his hand reaches over to hers, entwing his fingers with hers. "Have i ever told you, you look like James Franco?" she asked him, looking to him in almost complete awe at this new found relationship. Maybe her studdering earlier was a hint to her mind of what was to come for the two.

[David Delacrux]

I smirk and raise an eyebrow. No but I get that a lot, Benson. I glance over at her and chuckle. She does look like Ashley Benson. Funny, Ashley Benson and James Franco are put together a lot. Weird. I guess things are "meant to be."

[Taylor Asher]

Taylor looked over, giggling a bit. "Ahh, You're not the only one." she said. She was called Benson a lot. Thanks to Ashley Benson for being ubber-popular and famous. That's starnge though how James and Ashley is pinned together in that new Spring Breakers movie. It sucked though. Nothing but guns, sex and drugs. She shook her head, sighing a little before running a hand through her hair.

[David Delacrux]

I smirk and roll my eyes as we pull into my driveway. I get out of the car and open the passenger door for Taylor. I open the front door and both dogs go running in. Taylor follows. I close the door behind us and put my hands in my pockets. The fire's still burning in the hearth. Both dogs lay in front of the fire. I watch as Taylor looks around.

[Taylor Asher]

Taylor hoped out of the jeep as David opened the door. Hanna and Johnny ran with each other into the home. Taylor stood near David. She could feel the warmth the fire place gave off as the dogs laid down beside it. "I love you place. Its way better than mine." she said, gently placing her bag down by the door. She placed her finger in her jean pockets, the thumbs sticking out. She had her weight shifted to her left leg, the right knee popped. She smiled at the comfort the home gave off as hers gave a message of a hermit living in the dark.

[David Delacrux]

I shrug my shoulders and lead us over to the couch. I sit down and she follows suit. Yeah, well. Only thing mom and dad left behind was a full bank account. I don't know. This place seemed like a good idea the time. Big house, lots of fun. Then I grew up, and it became a big house to remind me that I had no friends. No friends since Josh died anyway. Your parents still in New York? I ask.

[Taylor Asher]

Taylor followed him to the couch. As she sat, she proped her elbow on the back of the couch, bending her forearm back so her hand was supporting her head. Her right leg was bent in a criss-cross way while her left foot was on the ground. her body was turned to him. My parents and little sister. My mom is a news anchor and my dad is a stock broker. My sister goes to a prep school for middle schoolers. They sent me away and never talked to me since, besides when they filled my own back account for college and life after. How about you?" she asked him. He never spoke about his parents or family ever. She was just wondering, thats all.

[David Delacrux]

I shrug my shoulders. My family has a long, tragic history that most people don't want to hear. I won't burden you with pointless stories of the past. I chuckle. I'm sure you've heard some skewed version of the story; it certainly got around in high school; I wouldn't say any of it is true though. Maybe bits and pieces, but I assure you, I did not, kill my parents and siblings. I shake my head and run a hand through my hair.

[Taylor Asher]

Taylor looked at him, She reached for one of his hands and entwiened her fingers with his. She shooked her head. "I didnt listen to anything relating to your family. I followed for Academics and Athletics, thats all. I refused to listen to other peoples personal lives. I'm sorry they are dead and Im sorry that people point the blame on you. Its wrong for them to think in such a way." she told him, gently squezzing his hand. She wanted him to know everything was going to be ok.

[David Delacrux]

I glance at our hands and a sense of calm washes over me. I've never understood why I was the only one to survive. Left with a scar across my heart but alive nevertheless, I shake my head slowly. Survivor's guilt, I guess. I have to wonder, why me, why did I live while my family died in front of me. I was the oldest. My sister should've lived; at the very least my brother. . I shake my head and swallow. He was worth saving. I wasn't. I'm not. I meet Taylor's unwavering, calm gaze. She doesn't look at me with pity. All I see Is love and understanding. It's refreshing.

[Taylor Asher]

"Things happen for a reason David. maybe you were supposed to live for a greater cause?" what she really wanted to say was something selfish. Maybe you were supposed to live for me... she told herself. It sounded so ego-centeral of her, but she didnt know why she had been living. Certainly not only to rescue dogs in this small town. there was a reason why they had met together. How often do you hear of two people who distenced themselves in high school, then go to college, both finding careers with dogs and moving to the same tiny town? "Maybe...Maybe we were meant to be." she told him, looking from their hands, to his eyes.

[David Delacrux]

I look at her and my eyes soften. I move closer to her and rest a hand on her hip, the other on her cheek. I press my forehead to hers. I kiss her gently. I think I've found my purpose. I say softly as I kiss her again lovingly, passionately. Conveying every emotion I feel for her in a physical action.

[Taylor Asher]

She moved her hands, on resting on his shoulder, the other on the side of his face. She looked down (eyes only) before closing them, kissing him back. She smiled again before kissing him back, she could feel all of his emotions towards her. It made her wonder why they had spent their high school days the way they did. But none of that matters. She wrapped her arms under his, holding him as they kissed, bringing herself closer to him.

[David Delacrux]

I kiss her lovingly and pull back briefly. I press my forehead to hers. My eyes flit from her lips back to her eyes. Where have you been the past eight years? I smirk and kiss her again. My smirk turns into a smile against her lips. My hand on her hip slides down onto her thigh, non-threatenly.