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Post by ashton cole johnson on Sept 8, 2009 16:22:13 GMT -5
 Ashton scribbled in his notebook. Reaching over to pluck a couple strings on his guitar before stopping and shaking his head. His brows drew together in concentration, writing some more down. He had been like this for a couple hours now. Usually when he got like this it took a bit for anyone to get his attention. Hobo has been trying for the past twenty minutes to get it, but he keeps brushing her off. He was.. 'in the zone'.
Finally she plopped her self right in his lap, right over his notebook the pen he had dug into the pages before sliding out from under and flattening. He blinked and looked down at her. "What do you want girl?" he asked dropping the pen and then flexing his hand. It was stiff. He then used his hand to run over her side. She rolled to her back and he started to rub her belly, a grin coming to his lips. "Aww you like that girl?" he leaned down and nuzzled her nose with his own before placing a kiss on the side of her face.
She made a happy little noise and tried to lick at his face but he pulled up. "nuh uh....' he shook his finger at her. She got up trotting over to the door and yapped. Ashton looked over then nodded. 'Okay... alright... right you have to go out.' he sighed and stood up stretching his long thing legs, his equally long and thing arms stretching above his head, the white v-neck t-shirt he work, black vest left hung open over top of it, raised an inch revealing skin before he released his stretch and pulled his shirt down. "come on then..' he grabbed her leash.
'Beach... or park?" he asked her. She barked and he laughed. "okay.. okay.. Beach in this hand... Park in this hand.' he said holding them out and she blinked at him a moment. He shook his hands again and she wagged her tail nosing at one of his hands. "okay ... beach it is.' he said.
As he was heading down towards the beach he had a feeling he was forgetting something. His brows came together as he tried to search through his memory as to what he could possibly be forgetting. He gave a small shrug and pulled out his phone. He hit the button on the side to make the screen light up. It was going on a quarter to five. He had no new messages and no new voicemails. No one tried to call him... nothing. Then again what did he expect. He shrugged yet again to himself as he neared the pier. It was a nice day. He lifted his head to the warmth of the sun.
Hobo started to bark and pull on the leash. He opened his eyes and looked down at hobo. "Hey.. whoa.. whats got your attention?" he frowned and looked up to where she was pulling. Thats when he saw a familiar looking dog. Tilting his head it then clicked and he muttered a curse under his breath. To be honest he was surprised the guy was still there. Ashton debated on letting Hobo go but didn't want anything to happen to her so he decided against it.
She was impatient though and he wasnt quickening his pace. Finally when he was in distance that at the end of her leash, hobo could reach the dog. "Peter?" he raised his brows. Yeah so he had forgotten, it happens.
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Post by peter bergan walker on Sept 8, 2009 19:45:07 GMT -5
That morning Carson had brought Bogart back to the room. Peter could tell his brother wasn't in a good mood considering he just opened the door, sat Bogart in, and left. Bogart hadn't taken it personally and had just crawled up in bed with him, curling up under Peter's arm and sleeping. After another few hours Pete woke up, leaving Bogart to curl up under the sheets. He groggily made his way into the bathroom. Today was the day that Peter was supposed to meet Ashton by the pier. He'd be a liar if he didn't admit he was pretty excited about it. He was just glad that Bogart would finally have a friend to play with. Sometimes Peter wondered if Bogart was lonely. That wouldn't be good. Pete didn't want her to feel that way.
After getting a shower Peter moved back into the main room, thumbing through his closet to decide what he wanted to wear. Peter finally picked out a blue shirt and a nice pair of comfortable black pants that were more like capris than anything. Peter looked back on the bed, noticing that Bogart was still fast asleep. He smiled as he crawled over onto the bed and over Bogart. Peter lowered his head, resting his forehead against Bogart's cheek. "Wakey, wakey, baby boy." Peter said, smiling. "Time to go for a run." Peter ran his hand over Bogart's soft fur. "Bogarrrrrrrt, wakey." Peter rubbed his nose against Bogart's cheek, causing the puppy to stir. In seconds Bogart was up and at 'em. Peter grinned, jumping off the bed. "Come on, Boggy, how excited are ya?"
Bogary barked excitedly, immediately moving to Peter's side. "That's what I thought." Peter said with a laugh as he opened the door and let Bogart slide out. He caught up with the dog, jogging. Finally exiting the dorms, Peter jogged along the side walk, Bogart jogging along at his side. Peter glanced down occasionally, making sure Bogart was always with him. It was closing in on 4 o'clock, but he wasn't far from the pier. Finally, reaching the beach it was four. Peter glanced around, but Ashton wasn't there. "It's okay, Bogart," Peter said with a slight frown. "I'm sure they're just running late." Peter sighed, moving toward the pier, now slowing to a walk.
Peter kicked some of the sand with his vans shoes as he walked out toward the pier. He sat down in the sand, spreading his legs and poking at the sand with his fingertips. Peter looked up, smiling as Bogart ran toward the waves at full sprint, barking at them and carrying on. When the next wave came in Bogart would run back so that it wouldn't hit him, then run back when the wave descended from the sands. Bogart seemed to lose interest in the waves before long, focusing on a starfish further up on the dry sand. It had probably been washed up with high tide. Bogart sniffed at the star, then pawed at it. Peter laughed, "Bogart, get your cute doggy self back up here." Peter called.
Bogart looked up attentively before bolting back toward Peter. Peter smiled bringing the dog into his arms for a hug. "Are you having fun, baby boy? I'm sorry, it looks like we were stood up on that doggy date, bud." Peter hated it for Bogart. He knew Bogart loved going to the beach anyway, but he knew there had to be an added excitement about getting to see another dog. Peter let go of Bogart, letting the dog settle down in the sand beside him. Peter sighed. He had really hoped that Ashton was different than all the other guys that had tried to do stuff like this. At least Ashton, if he was like that, wasn't showing up. Peter glanced town to Bogart. It had been nearly an hour since he had gotten to the beach but Peter didn't see the harm in staying a little longer.
Bogart's head snapped up as if he were hearing something Peter couldn't. "Boggy baby, what is it?" Peter asked as the dog raised to it's feet. Then Bogart was moving and Peter was turning to see what Bogart was moving toward. His brown eyes landed on a familiar dog then followed up. It wasn't until the boy said his name that it really clicked. Ashton did show up! Peter stood, wiping some of the sands off the back of his jeans. "Oh... hey." Peter said with a half smile. "I... yeah..." He looked down. "This is Bogart." Peter motioned to the little dog, which was sniffing happily at Hobo.
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Post by ashton cole johnson on Sept 8, 2009 21:24:05 GMT -5
Ashtons eyes fell on the guy that started speaking at his name. His eyes studied him from behind the dark lenses of his sunglasses. He was an attractive guy, that was an obvious thing. He had a nice smile and hed gotten a glimpse of a tattoo on his arm. He didnt see what it was exactly but.. he knew it was there. Ashtons mouth thinned into a line. Hmm... he looked down to see how bogart and Hobo were interacting. They were both trying to sniff each other, one would stop a few seconds for the other and then hobo would kind of do a turn prance thing and then start sniffing bogart. It was cute.
Ashton gave a small nod when Pete pointed out that it was bogart. "Right... I assumed as much...' his tone was dry and flat at his sarcastic reply. He offered a half smirk and then a small shrug. "They seem to like each other...' he said and then looked back down at the dogs. Hobo wanted off her leash, she wanted to be free to run with Bogart. He hmm'd a bit and then looked around before looking back at Peter. "Lets get more away from the other people...' he said. He just didnt want anything happening to Hobo. She was still small yet, what if she got trampled or some kid came up cause she was cute and started pulling at her ears.
Ashton knew that Hobo wouldnt say anything, shed just let it happen even if she didnt like it, but thats what Ashton was for. He had to put a stand for his dog because she wouldnt and he didnt want any sticky handed kid poking and pulling at his dog. Not to mention someone might decide to dog nap her and that was definitely not going to happen.... He licked his lips a moment. How bout over there..' he pointed down around the pier to a more secluded spot away from the rest of the beach but was still part of it none the less.
He didnt wait long for a reply before he was already leading Hobo down there. Once he was satisfied he squatted down, petting her gently on her head. "Alright girl..' he unclipped her. "You are free to pounce all around..' he said with a grin a she darted off to tackle bogart. He chuckled some as he watched the two dogs, silently shaking hs head a bit. Ashton looked for a good spot before taking a seat in the sand, Hobos toys int he small bag which he sat next to him along with the leash. He looked over to Pete. "well... now they... can you know... not be bothered by leashes. She hates being leashed but..' he shrugged. "Better then the alternative ya know.' he put hs attention to the sand beneath him and he let his legs fall open as he lifted a hand ful of sand up from within the circle of his legs and let it filter out through his fingers.
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Post by peter bergan walker on Sept 10, 2009 21:38:12 GMT -5
It had started to get to a point where Peter was thinking that Ashton might not show up. After waiting for so long Peter was almost sure that he had been stood up or Bogart had... no, they both had. But there Ashton was... more than two hours late. Peter didn't know what to think or how to react to him. He didn't miss how Ashton seemed to look him over as if he were a suspect and Ashton were solving some high profile crime. Glancing down to Bogart so as to not think about the way Ashton looked him over, Peter smiled. He hoped Bogart was happy.
Bogart was definitely happy about having another dog there. The way he acted with Hobo told Pete as much. He had become a pro at reading his dog and how he reacted with other people and other animals. Peter could definitely see that Bogart was ready to have a good time. When Ashton spoke there was no way Peter could miss that dry, sarcastic time. If it hadn't been accompanied with a smirk Peter might have gotten a little hurt at being mocked. "Yeah, the seem to be getting along very well." Peter commented, glancing once more to the two dogs. They were really cute. He was about to say something, but Ashton beat him to it. Surprisingly Peter was about to suggest the exact same thing.
"Yeah, that would be a good idea." Peter said, "Bogart gets uncomfortable when there's a lot of people." Once, before coming out to wherever they were, Peter had taking Bogart to a park to walk him around and a bunch of people thought he was the cutest thing in the world, which Peter could agree with, but Bogart freaked and bit someone. Since then Peter had been wary about getting Bogart around any large amount of people. He followed behind Ashton, watching as Bogart kept up with Hobo. The part of the beach they went to was pretty secluded and once Hobo sped off, Bogart was following, jumping and playing.
Peter took a seat in the sand next to Ashton. He once again drew things in the sand. Pete wrote his full name in the sand before wiping it away with his hand. "Yeah, Bogart doesn't like leashes either." Peter looked up out over the ocean, thinking. "I promised him, though." Peter said firmly. "We're aware of the alternatives, but..." He shook his head, sighing. "I promised Bogart that I would never bind him in anyway. I don't want him to be uncomfortable... and I don't... I don't want him to think of me as something that will hold him back or hurt him." Peter glanced over to Ashton. "I don't want to be the owner that's feared more than loved I guess. Maybe that's just me."
A lot of that stemmed from the fact that Peter had never had that kind of him. He wanted to provide for Bogart what he never had. It was easier to think of it like that and it even made a lot more sense. Peter wasn't about to go talking about his past with a guy he didn't really know. Peter looked out, watching the dogs, though he wasn't sure if he was hiding the deeper thoughts from causing a distant look in his brown eyes.
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Post by ashton cole johnson on Sept 12, 2009 16:00:20 GMT -5
Ashton looked over when Peter sat down, doodling in the sand. He started talking about why he didnt leash bogart. Ashton frowned. Are you saying thats what I am?" he asked a little defensively. Hobo didnt fear him. Sure she didnt like it but he explained to her that he didnt want her getting hurt. What if she accidentally ran out in front of a car or something. IT doesnt meant that he never lets her off the leash, just when the area is unsafe. He looked over at the two dogs and at hobo. Did she resent that? He wished he could get inside her head find out what she really thought, that is if dogs actually had human thoughts or... well yeah...
He had a slight frown on his lips as he looked back down at the sand. He licked his lips and moved so he was now on his kness. Cupping the sand he pulled it all into a pile and then started to make a sand castle. Granted it was a little harder when you didnt have a bucket or anything to make the shape of iit, but he was making do. Besides it wasnt as if he was a professional sand castle maker... though he wondered how that would be for a career. Hes been to a fair once where they had a pit and had brought sand in and had sand castle making contests for people. Next to it, they had this guy that actually would make stuff out of the sand... like... how do you do that. How do you find that as your calling? He just didnt get that. Granted it was pretty cool... but somethings just baffled him.
His castle looked like a few piles with finger holes in them for windows and a little inside. He then used his hand to cup the sand out around the castle for a mote. "Would you ever even consider that you could one day be a professional sand castle maker?" he asked randomly. Well it was random to peter probably but it was on his mind. He wondered what pete would say. Maybe hed thought it was weird. "You know those time period movies..... I always wanted to live in those... maybe join a traveling circus... or be part of the gambling ring. Wear a fedora and a pin striped suit. Carry a tommy gun. I bet those were fun. Id probably be Baby face johnson. heh... How long has johnsons baby powder been around?' he asked looking over at Pete finally.
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Post by peter bergan walker on Sept 13, 2009 19:41:34 GMT -5
Peter really hadn't meant to accuse Ashton of anything. He had just been stating the reason that he wasn't overbearing with Bogart. But as Peter thought more about what he said, he could see how Ashton came to that conclusion. Peter shook his head, "Not at all." He answered "I... well, I suck at saying things. Sorry, I didn't mean to make it sound like you were that kind of owner." Peter down cast his eyes, hating that he had made that big of a mistake. He hoped Ashton didn't take it personally. Judging people for how they did things was the farthest thing on Peter's mind. He just knew how Bogart was when a leash was even shown to him. It wasn't pretty and Peter promised. Why couldn't he have just left it at that the first time?
There was a silence where Peter thought he had really messed up. Ashton seemed to be thinking about something and Peter wasn't going to interrupt that. He didn't like having his own thoughts interrupted so he wasn't going to go barging in on someone else's. Peter doodled in the sand, absent minded. He looked up occasionally to see what Bogart and Hobo were doing, but he didn't concentrate on them long before he was back to drawing in the sand, erasing, then drawing something else. It wasn't awkward after Peter had let his worry slip from his mind. The beach tended to have that kind of effect on him. Peter found it hard to let things bother him when he was thinking about the calming roll of the waves, the gentle breeze that carried that slight salty smell with it, and even the way the sand felt against his skin was pretty relaxing.
When Ashton finally began to speak, Peter glanced over. He raised an eyebrow, the corners of his lips lifting into a smile. Peter shrugged, thinking the question really wasn't meant to draw an answer. Not many people thought about that. He just figured Ashton might toss him in with the many that had never thought about it. Building sandcastles? It was an interesting thought, but Peter didn't get to dwell on it too long before Ashton started saying something else. He listened carefully so that he didn't miss a beat. Peter kind of felt... special. Ashton didn't seem like the kind of guy that opened up to just anyone. He knew how to spot those people pretty easy seeing as his own brother was like that. When Ashton asked him a question, glancing over to him, Peter laughed.
"Oddly enough, I do know this." Peter said with a nod. "It was released in 1890... so... 118 years." He didn't want to explain how he knew that answer. The real reason Peter knew that answer was because Peter, when he was a kid, would be locked in the bathroom for a period of days sometimes. He would have nothing better to do than to read the bottle labels. One of the bottles was actually a Johnson & Johnson Baby Powder bottle. Even though Peter had bad memories of sitting in a bathroom, starving, and bruised up... he was kind of glad that he had read that bottle now or he couldn't have answered that question. Peter looked away, chewing at his memories as he stared over the ocean, a small smile on his lips. He didn't have to tell unless Ashton asked.
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Post by ashton cole johnson on Sept 13, 2009 21:05:49 GMT -5
Ashton continued to look at Peter until peter answered. Okay so Ashton could understand that. He wasnt very good with words himself. He stared at him a few more beats before giving a shrug. Hmm.. he licked his lips and looked out towards the dogs. He watched them moving towards the water. As the tide came in Bogart distracted Hobo and Hobos feet got taken up by the water up to her butt and she yelped in a little puppy freak out and started practically hopping out of the water before turning and chasing the tide out, nipping and barking at it. She then turned and started after bogart.
Ashton let out a little laugh and he shook his head. Ashton rarely showed happiness. His lips were usually in a permanent thin line or a scowl. Though whenever he was around Hobo... or animals in general he couldnt even contain either of those. They were one of his real weaknesses. He was constantly 'saving' animals. Randomly bringing them home no matter what they were or where he got them, if he didnt think they deserved to be where they were or if they were injured lost or whatever, he was taking them. When he gave them away he didnt given them to just anyone, he always scoped people out watched how they were around others and how their disposition was. He was pretty good at people watching, pretty good at seeing who was a fake and who wasnt. When he was certain he would just walk up to them and offer them the animal. Nine out of Ten times the person would take it. It didnt take much to get someone to take it, usually if you played on their sympathy... it worked.
The silence wasnt awkward to Ashton. In fact he was comfortable in silence, he wasnt much of a talker and usually people who talked a lot bothered him. He was glad to see that peter wasnt those types that always felt the need to fill up the empty spaces. Props to him.
"ah... yeah... so... I would definitely get shit for that, but... oh well I think it would be ... interesting. You ever seen Oh brother where art thou? he asked brow raised a bit before looking back down at his castle.
Hobo came running up then bringing a shell with as she jumped on the sand castle destroying it and dropping the shell down on Ashtons lap. Ashton hadnt had time to warn her his attention had been downcast. Ashton wasnt pissed at all. Now if someone else had done it, a kid or something, even if a ball or frisbee had assulted his castle he would have flipped a lid, but it had been none of those. He laughed and shook his head. Castle had no defenses up for flying dogs...' he raised his brow and picked up the shell. "um.. thanks hobes..' he rubbed her head. She seemed to grin as dogs do and then gave him a nice wet kiss, ashtons nose scrunched up. Gee thanks, I really could have done without. You know if i had a tongue like you and produced saliva like that I would so be getting you back right now. she barked happily and then jumped over towards peter as if she just noticed him and started to sniff him.
Guess she decided that Bogart was approved and now needs to approve you...' he shrugged, his face having gone back to its normal look as he looked up at peter. She finally sniffed all that she could before she moved over to his hand and nosed it wanting him to pet her. Guess you're approved...'
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Post by peter bergan walker on Sept 17, 2009 17:26:44 GMT -5
Peter seriously hated how he failed with words sometimes. Now if he could write a song about his answer to Ashton, then it would probably come out right. But for some reason saying things just… it made Peter sound stupid sometimes and he didn’t like for people to think that he was stupid. Luckily Ashton didn’t press the issue because really Peter didn’t know how he could have dug himself out of that one. All he could say really was that he didn’t mean it like that. There was a small chance, though, that Ashton could think he was lying about that just so that the serious boy wouldn’t jump down his throat. Now, Peter didn’t want Ashton to get upset with him, but he wouldn’t lie no matter if Ashton did get upset or not. Lying just wasn’t Peter’s thing and he really wasn’t good at it at all. For some reason every time he tried to pull off a lie it would come around and get him back. Peter just decided to try and stop altogether.
Peter watched the dogs as well, but he really hadn’t been expecting to hear Ashton laugh. It was nice. Ashton didn’t strike Peter as the kind of guy that laughed often so he figured this was sort of a once in a lifetime kind of deal. Peter was glad that he did laugh though. That told Peter that there was a chance that Ashton wasn’t all cynical like his brother. Peter smiled, though his eyes were still on the dogs, he was smiling more about the laugh, than what the dogs were doing. The silence was pretty nice. Usually silence was irritating. There would be that awkward moment where one person would want to interrupt it to say something, but they’d be nervous about actually interrupting and the other people wouldn’t want to say anything because they could tell that the other person wanted to say something. It would be a big mass of awkwardness. But this silence wasn’t like this. Obviously both of them were willing to let the silence stand for a moment.
A laugh escaped Peter when Ashton said he’d get shit for the Johnson’s baby powder thing. Peter could imagine that being true. “Yeah, I’ve seen O Brother Where Art Thou. “ He said as he went back to tracing little drawings into the sand. “It’s a great movie, one of the best Clooney movies out there.” He said with a nod. Peter really thought that movie was a stroke of genius. “I’d really have to say the Coen brothers are masterminds though. Seriously, they have fantastic movies.” Peter could talk on and on about the Coen brothers. They were so artistic and he loved it, but his thoughts were distracted when Hobo flew over, destroying the sandcastle that Ashton had been building. Peter laughed when Ashton said the castle had no defense against flying dogs. Pete watched Ashton interact with Hobo and he loved how Ashton, too, spoke to his dog as if it were a real person. That was something Peter really admired.
Peter knew that if Hobo had come over Bogart would be as well. Just like that Bogart was at his side, nosing up next to him, crawling on the sand. Peter smiled, “Hey, baby.” He said, rubbing Bogart’s head gently before placing his hands back in his lap. Then Hobo seemed to be sniffing him. Peter watched her with a smile. Ashton mentioned her needing to check him out and Peter could understand that. Bogart was the same way with other people really. When she began to nudge his hand with her nose, Peter began to pet her gently the same way he would pet Bogart when Bogart was in the mood to be petted. “Oh good,” Peter said happily. “I’m glad I’m approved.”
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Post by ashton cole johnson on Oct 6, 2009 15:35:48 GMT -5
Ashton nodded when he said hed seen the movie. "Baby faced nelson...' was all he added to that part of the conversation. He wasnt sure if pete would get it, but it didnt really matter either way. As peter continued on about the movie, ashton watched him. He gave a slight nod of agreement when he said it was one of the best clooney movies out there. It was true, though. Ashton actually liked quite a few of his movies, but 'o' brother where art thou' was one of his better ones. he actually liked it so much he bought it. Of course he no longer had it. That had been awhile ago.
Ashton had to agree with him again, on the comment about the coen brothers. Ashtons brows came together a bit. He didnt really like having so much in common with someone, then again it wasnt so much of things they had in common rather, their opinions were. Plus this was about movies and really that was one of those easy things to have the same view points, so Ashton brushed it off. What did that matter. That was barely anything. Now if Pete started saying other things, things closer to home for him then that would be a little different. It was bad enough he was here, hanging out with him. But of course it was for the dogs. They did seem like they needed it and he knew Hobo needed friends, he wasnt her size to roll around in the grass and wrestle with.
He watched peter with bogart and then with Hobo. He got points for being good with animals and animals seeming to like him. His lips thinned into a straight line as he watched hobo lick at his fingers and then bark as she pounced at Bogart where he sat in Petes lap. She could be kind of crazy at times and since this was her first play mate in quiet a while she was really excited. He couldnt blame her. She had needs and he felt bad he couldnt be all that she needed. He was no idiot, dogs needed playmates, thats why he usually took her to the dog park. He just hated how people tried to converse with him there. Wasnt it enough their dogs were playing, why did they feel the need to have to talk to him and be friendly with him.
Though... was it weird that he actually found himself wanting to say things to pete? NOt specific things but things to just... talk. Ashton was the type that enjoyed silence, but here he was trying to keep his mouth closed to keep from initiating more conversation then necessary. ashton mentally sighed and looked away out towards the water.
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