we've learned to run
from anything uncomfortable


NOAH `


Today, calm had settled over two souls. With a large, sweeping stride, a painted gelding trotted throughout the trail; and, aboard his back, a teenage boy rose out of and fell into his mahogany saddle accordingly. Noah Stone's expression was rather blank, but also sparkled with that of peacefulness. Aboard his large beast of a horse, he had found an outlet for his stress: one that did not need to be smoked, inhaled, or drank. Beneath him, the muscular Paint Horse was also at ease, completely entrusting his rider for his well-being. Noah was extremely pleased with the horse's current state, even if he was holding his head a bit too high. Screw it, Noah had thought to himself, he's happy, and finally displaying the fact that he isn't a completely done for, and mentally insane, cause. The boy sat down, applying a small amount of new pressure onto Jack's bit, and cooing softly for a downward transition.

The trail soon opened up into a green meadow, scattered with white and gold flowers and a large, vine-coated tree in the far distance. The land lay very flat before them. Raising his free hand, Noah wiped the front of his arm across his sweat-speckled forehead, removing the glistening moisture and momentarily cooling himself down. Beneath his clothing, the boy's body temperature was warm, nearly to the extent of being uncomfortable. His dark straight legged jeans were uncomfortable against his muscular legs, and for some time now, he had been able to feel sweat accumulating in regions that sweat should never be. The duo had been on the trails for nearly three hours now, and Noah had very little sense as of where the hell they were. Taking a deep breath of fresh air in as a soft breeze swept across his face, Noah set Jack's reins down on his neck and began to undo the long row of buttons of his ivory shirt. Another gust of wind rushed against him, and this time hit the bare skin of his chest. Unwillingness for the sun to burn his sensitive, European skin restrained Noah from removing his shirt all-together, and he settled for the relief that unbuttoning it brought. Leaning forward, Noah rested the back of his hand against his horse's broad neck, feeling the excessive warmth there, too. On Noah's cue, the two began towards the distant tree, in the need to obtain some shade.

NOAH `


A scoff escaped from the boy's pursed lips, having been able to easily disregard the girl's first comment, although the second time she spoke, her words took him a little bit by surprise. Noah knew that she had directed her comment towards him, even if she had played it off like she was simply speaking to her horse. There was no one else around to be talking about. Really? He thought with a frown, turning in his deep western saddle so that he could see the girl once more. His eyes moved up and down her figure, scowling at her from where his horse stood: a good fifteen feet away, at least. I'm annoying, am I? Says the girl with the uniform, conformity punk-rock chic appearance. Real original, dear.

"Excuse me," Noah spoke coldly, his eyes glaring, nearly squinted, and definately swiping the normally angelic and innocent appearance from his face. Noah was text-book good looking, and the fact that he knew that had gone to his head, forever feeding his ego. The girl with the pink hair, in Noah's own humble opinion, was farrrrr from good-looking, despite whatever book you're looking in. Beyond that, she was rude. Ruder than he was, which sometimes could be hard to accomplish; for she straight up verbally insulted him, when he had at least be kind enough to be polite upon her approach. "but if you intend to insult me," Noah spoke in a quiet tone, harsh all the same, and tainted with his rather thick accent, "then at least have the balls to do so to my face." Normally, Noah was not one to instigate anything, verbally or physically, with a girl, but for some reason this girl seemed to strike up a different side of him: one that was rarely seen.

NOAH `


"Catty much, wouldn't you say?" Noah replied with a rather cold expression still crossed over his expression. He sighed, feeling the burden of this bitch laid out upon his shoulders: just in time to ruin his great day. Great was not an exaggeration, either, for he had truly had a fantastic day. Feeling like that, exuberant and naturally happy, was not something very.. say, common, for Noah. He was used to getting high to find his pleasures, or to help lead him to his pleasures. Fuck bitches, Noah thought with a roll of his eyes.

You can be the bigger person by walking away right now, Noah, that small, subconscious voice in his head spoke up as a small silence filled the air after the girl's response. Noah found her words to have been very lame. Maybe it was based on the fact that, if he had said that to a guy, odds were that he would now be in a physical brawl with whatever pussy had failed to be a man and say something to his face. Noah was, you could say, not very accustomed to throwing insults back and forth like a catty little girl. Though, if he were to jump off his horse right now and beat the living shit out of the girl before him, he had a hunch that the dean of admissions would not be too excited over it. Just walk away. "Clearly an American," Noah whispered, with the intent of the pink-haired girl deciphering him. With a roll of his bright blue eyes, Noah pressed his rein against the side of Jack's neck and spun away from the incident.


-ooc- Haha, good post.

JACK `


Noah sneered as the girl stole his previous words, "Funny," a soft, cold chuckle fell from his lips, "because I believe that I just said all of that." Beneath him, the large horse shook his mane, which rippled and rolled like the ocean to which they were so near. Dark gray, along with ivory, strands fell nearly to the end of the horse's neck, for Noah had almost always let it grow out. He loved long manes on horses, it made even the weakest horse appear to be a bit more powerful. Jack was not weak, though, and the intrusion of the girl's horse within his own personal space causes him to react rather negatively. Emitting a deep bellow, the painted gelding half-reared onto his haunches, striking out in the other horse's direction as he did, ears flattened against his skull.

Noah checked his horse back, creating a gap between the two horses once again. Completely ignoring the girl for a few moments, Noah backed his horse in a straight line. Jack's hooves moved rapidly, and his head tucked down against his throat latch. "Calm down," he murmured to his horse, secretly envying the abruptness of the attack. How he longed to do the same himself. Finally, releasing the pressure on the horse's bit, Noah looked up at the girl, anger cascading over his expression. "You know what, you've certainly wasted enough of my time here today."

With that, the boy turned his horse and nudged him into a forward canter. Though, in his head, Noah had not lost. He had simply been above beating on a girl. Plus, his horse was losing his patience and mind, especially being that close to another unfamiliar horse. Heading towards the wood, Noah pushed his hand forward, asking for the speed necessary to keep him from turning around.