`my first kiss went a little like this... [sylent]

[Hayden Connor Callaghan]

It was sort of a chilly night and the dance was over. Hayden might not have always appeared the sharpest tool in the shed, but he wasn't a dumb ass. He knew how to treat a lady. He was not about to let Sylent walk home by herself. That wasn't the type of guy he was. He also had given her his jacket to wear so she wouldn't freeze in the winter air. He only shivered a bit, but he was alright with that. Yeah, that was the type of guy Hayden was. Chivalry was not dead. His brain cells mostly were, but his chivalry was not. Then again...he was raised with a mafia. Learning how to be classy was inevitable. A mafia wasn't your normal group of thugs. Mafia guys were thugs in suits and they drank tea with their pinkies out and shit like that. Real class, bro. Real class.

Aside from having class, walking Sylent home was his way of spending extra time with her. He could hardly believe she had accepted his offer to go to the dance with him. But, she had. Perhaps the cologne he put on that morning before school had worked! ...Or maybe the fumes from it made her high. Well, that didn't matter now. She was here with him. And she had danced with him. And...he was pretty sure they'd had a good time. He knew he did and he was really hoping she had a good time, too. She was pretty and smart and...and Hayden really, really wanted to see her again. He really hoped she felt the same. Sylent made Hayden's stomach feel weird and his knees feel weak...but all in a good way. When he was with her, it was like he had the awesome buzz of being high. Except he wasn't high. Because, when he was high, he ate a lot and usually found himself cuddling with Fox. And that was weird.

He looked over at Sylent. God, she looked beautiful tonight. Though, she looked beautiful in anything. She wore his jacket better than he did. And she looked, well, hot in her dress. Her assets were accented in the best of ways and as chivalrous as Hayden could be, he was still a guy. Yes, he still looked. He tried not to because Hayden respected her and didn't want to think of her as a lovely blonde with some great tits...

...but...

...well...

...He couldn't help but notice lovely things.
He thought he was doing a good job, though. He was behaving. Perhaps it had something to do with him being dressed up. It was probably the bow tie. The black bow tie made him feel like a real gentleman. Or a spy. Or both. Like James Bond. Or Spy Fox. He looked a lot like spy fox. His hair was dark auburn, he bad a black bow tie and
black pants and he was wearing a white collared shirt. He was Spy Fox reincarnite. And if you don't know who Spy Fox is, google that shit. Spy Fox was a big influence in Hayden's childhood...and teenhood when he still lived at home. You could even say Spy Fox was still his idol.

...Which is really sad, when you think about it. But then again, Hayden didn't have high standards set for himself.

He gave Sylent a smile as they walked and decided to be daring. He reached over and took her hand. Hopefully she wouldn't pull her hand away...or shove him into a trash can. Because that would be sad...and his bow tie would run the risk of being soiled and that would just be tragic. Hayden realized they were getting closer to her house...so he slowed down a bit. Just to expand their time together. He hoped she wouldn't notice...

"Did you have a good time tonight?" He asked shyly, sort of afraid of her reaction if she hadn't.

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[sylent]

AND NOW SHE’S IN ME, ALWAYS WITH
me, tiny dancer in my hand, jesus freaks out

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Sylent loved dances, or at least high school dances. She especially loved when she went stag, because she got to slow dance with her friends, whether she felt romantically attracted to them or not, and dance silly with her girlfriends. Dancing with Chess was always a lot of fun and she loved being able to live as a regular teenager when she went. Sylent had never really had much of a childhood or teenhood when she was around the first time. She had been forced to grow up quickly with a highly abusive step father. This life, her life as Sylent rather than Elizabeth, she was getting opportunities that she never got before. She had been able to be a regular child who didn’t have to worry about getting beaten by a drunk step father, she had been able to play with other kids and do chores that she wanted to do rather than working in a factory to help her mom out. While Sylent was still the same person as she had been in her first life, she was taking this second life as an opportunity to do things a little differently. She was determined to have more fun, which would be difficult, and even more determined to have children. She wanted to find love earlier on than she had so she could spend more time loving them rather than mourning their loss.

It seemed like she was going to be able to cross two of those off of her list, because she was certainly living a fun life. All of her tattoos and piercings showed the freedom that she basked in, something she hadn’t had much of before. She didn’t have to worry much about gender roles making her dreams damn near impossible any more, because women journalists were everywhere. She followed was subscribed to a punk magazine that had been started by a woman, whose grandson attended the very school that she did. Sylent loved that she could now decorate her body like a canvas and she loved the endless freedom that she had in this day and age. The second one that she hoped to cross off her list was the love one. Sylent was a girl who knew what she wanted, and from the start she knew that she wanted Hayden. Goals that Sylent met were always reached, and one of her most recent goals was to be Hayden’s girlfriend. This was something she had recently acquired and she was still basking in the triumph of getting him to ask her to the dance.

It was too bad that she had spent more time basking in her glory than she did thinking about the weather, because she had completely forgotten to bring a jacket with her for her walk home. She had also forgotten to bring a change in shoes, and the silver heels that she had on were not good in snow. Sylent’s were covered in goose bumps from the short dress that she had on. It was vintage and fell a few inches above her knee, just short enough to meet the school’s requirements. The top was a halter with a thick ribbon that went around the back of her neck. The collar hugged her chest and made her boobs look absolutely fantastic, the color a rich purple with a black belt under the bust. It had actually been her grandmothers, restored to perfect condition because Sylent had fallen n love with it. She had decorated herself with snowflake ear rings and an array of thin silver bracelets, all of which matched the decorative silver necklace and the little tiara that sat on top of her head. Her platinum dyed hair was in a loose bun with very light curls falling out of it, her bangs pinned aside so that they weren’t in her eyes all night. The blue eyes that she loved so much were done in her usual smoky fashion with fake lashes for an added touch, nice pink lipstick and purple painted nails to match.

Now add Hayden’s white suit jacket to the mix and you had Sylent walking in the snow, smiling down at her hand as he took it. She had been waiting for him to do something like that, mainly so that if she fell in the snow she could take him down with her. She gave his hand a light squeeze and moved a bit closer to him, shivering lightly because of her cold legs. At least they were close to her house. Oh wait, that meant less time with Hayden; unless her grandmother was asleep and she snuck him in. Justice, who had gone to the dance and stolen dances from Sylent several times throughout the night, had left earlier than her. If he wasn’t asleep yet he was locked in his room drawing, so perhaps sneaking Hayden in would be plausible. After all, Breezy and Journey were in Texas with her parents. “I had a great time,”

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[Hayden Connor Callaghan]

She was so pretty. No, better than pretty! She was so beautiful. No, no. Better than that. Sylent looked gorgeous tonight in her vintage purple dress. Sure, there were other pretty girls at the dance tonight, Hayden wasn't so dumb to not notice that. But she was, by far the prettiest. She deserved to have that crown on her white-blonde hair. She looked like a princess. She deserved to be treated like one.

She had him in the palm of her hand ever since he first laid eyes on her at the Halloween dance. He may have been popular among the ladies that night (After all, he was the president) but his eyes were on one lady. A certain girl in a very sexy nurse costume. A very pretty girl that Hayden wanted to get to know. And he did. And now they were together and this was pretty much the biggest accomplishment of his life. ...He didn't have very many accomplishments. This was a big deal. Leave him alone.

He'd danced with her all night. He'd stolen a kiss. She'd been close to him. His hands had been on her waist. She was his. All his. At least for tonight. And tonight was the best night of his life, hands down. He'd never been happier before. That thought brought a smile to his face. He'd never felt anything like this before. This...walking on air feeling. The warm feeling he got when he looked at her. They way his heart skipped a beat when she said his name or the way his heart sped up when she smiled. Everything about her was mesmerizing. She had him hypnotized. He would do anything she asked of him. He would follow her like a puppy everywhere if he could. Hayden had it for her. He had it badly. He'd always mocked the guys who were completely love drunk with their girlfriend. He'd teased them for having no back bone and being so whipped.

But now he knew how they felt.

...And he would not trade this feeling for anything. No...he loved this feeling way too much to give it up so easily. For a moment, he considered taking Sylent home to Chicago to meet his family. Maybe mom would like her-...

But then he realized who his family was. No. She couldn't meet them. That was just asking for disaster. He didn't talk to his mom and the rest of his family since Aria died for a reason. He didn't bring up his family in conversation to other people — not even Fox, who was his best friend through thick and thin — for a reason. He was ashamed of them. Humiliated that those murderers were blood relatives. It was awful. And if Sylent knew about them...that'd just be bad. She'd be disgusted that his family was rich through illegal ways. She'd be scared to be seen with him. She'd probably think Hayden himself was a murderer though he had never fired a gun. He'd only held one. His father's — who was a cop — pistol. But he'd never fired a gun or killed anybody. But if she knew his family...she'd probably think the exact opposite.

She squeezed his hand and pulled him from his thoughts. Sigh. Never mind all that. It...it didn't matter. What did matter was walking beside Sylent right now, holding her hand and treating her right, just as she deserved. “I had a great time,” she smiled fondly at him. Her little southern accent was so adorable. It was one of the many things Hayden liked about her. And trust me, there were many, many things he liked about her.

He returned her smile. "Really?" He said, sounding truly happy. Whoops. That wasn't smooth. C'mon Hayden. He smooth. Like Spy Fox. He was always smooth. Hayden cleared his throat and tried again, a slight blush on his cheeks, "I mean, uh...good. Good. I'm glad." He really was. It showed in his blue eyes.

Sheepishly, Hayden admitted to her with a small grin, "I really want to see you again, Sylent. I like you..." His heart was on the line now..hopefully he wouldn't end up with it crushed. He didn't often treat a girl this way.

He noticed she was shivering. Hayden looked down and saw the shoes she was wearing. Well no wonder! His coat would do nothing for her. He let go of her hand and bent over slightly. He scooped up Sylent in his arms and held her close to his chest to keep her warm. "There," He said with a small smile, "Now you don't have to walk in the snow."

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[sylent]

AND NOW SHE’S IN ME, ALWAYS WITH
me, tiny dancer in my hand, jesus freaks out

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Being with Hayden, being around him, was so easy for Sylent. While she couldn’t exactly tell him that she was a reincarnate of a famous journalist, she was still able to be herself around him. That wasn’t something that she felt with a lot of people, so of course it meant a lot to her. She felt so comfortable and at ease with Hayden, unable to stop from smiling and having this odd sort of protected feeling. While she had an intense curiosity about the family that Hayden kept secret, he made her feel the same way that Robert had, though this was much stronger. Sylent often regretting marrying so late in her life, though she tried not to dwell on what could have happened and focus more on the good things that had come out of poor decisions. She wanted to focus on Hayden and how incredibly content he made her feel. Mind you, at first she had been a little sceptical, especially after finding out that he had been the one in the Obama costume. He had been a major flirt that night, so it was understandable that she would assume as much from him outside of the mask. Nope, he was awkward and endearing.

Going to this dance with Hayden meant a lot to the girl, who had gone to most of the school’s dances with her brother and spent the night dancing with friends. It was a pleasant change for her and one that she definitely wanted to keep up. Spending a vast majority of the night in Hayden’s arms had been really amazing, being held close with her arms wrapped around his neck and her head resting on his chin. She had been especially happy when he had stolen a kiss, feeling like a giddy little child once again. Curse her teenage hormones. Wasn’t it bad enough that she had gone through puberty once before, now she had to do it again? That was the worst thing about being a reincarnate if you asked her, having to go through puberty all over again. Well, at least she knew what to expect. When it came to Hayden and her feelings for him she knew that she had a strong infatuation for him. Did she love him? She didn’t want to jump into thoughts like that in case that wasn’t the case. She didn’t want to ruin anything, after all. Sylent could definitely see a future with Hayden, which was what mattered.

When it came to her family’s opinion of Hayden, she already knew that Justice was taking the role of the over protective one. He was, after all, her brother and while she was older by almost an hour he was most certainly taking up the role of the older brother. As endearing as that was, it was a bit exhausting at the same time. As far as the rest of her family went, her parents’ couldn’t give two shits what she did and who she was dating, “so long as she was happy.” Her grandmother? She would be taking the role of your average parents, sceptical and protective until proven otherwise. Sylent loved her grandmother; she was a good woman who was doing a great job at taking care of everyone. She wasn’t really looking forward to Hayden meeting her, since it would closely resemble a police interrogation. God, how she hated the sound of her own voice. She loathed her typical Southern accent, hoping that it would fade the longer she stayed here. “No, I hated it how dare you drag me to that horrendous occasion,”

[/color] she teased, speaking in a robotic tone to prove that she was joking around. She couldn’t help but laugh at his cover up, attempting to be smooth which was failing. At least he was cute.

It was hard to keep her bright blue eyes off of him, admiring the way the suit fell off of his shoulders and framed his torso. She loved how his suit wasn’t typical and black; the white suited him really well. Her glossed lips were unable to stop smiling as she looked at him, only glancing away to make sure she didn’t run into anything. “I like you too, a lot actually,”[/color] she admitted right on back to him. She squealed slightly when he scooped her up, her arms wrapping around his neck for the hundredth time that night. “My hero,”[/color] she swooned, emphasizing her Southern drawl.[/justify][/blockquote]words: 744
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[Hayden Connor Callaghan]

He didn't mean to be so awkward, but really, the awkwardness was a good sign. This kind of awkwardness around a girl meant he really did care for her. He saw her as more than an object with boobs that he could shamelessly flirt with take advantage of. He'd only flirted with Sylent like that the first night they met because she couldn't see his face. There would be no way for her to figure out who laid beneath the mask of the president. He was safe beneath that mask, but something made him go up to her in the library and re-introduce himself...mask-less.
He tried to be cool around Sylent, but it didn't work. She brought out the heart in him. Only she could make a gentleman out of a clown. Only she could inspire him to brush his hair and clean up to look presentable. Only she could persuade him to leave the skateboard at home tonight...because, yes, even Barack Obama skateboarded to the dance.

“No, I hated it how dare you drag me to that horrendous occasion,”

He grinned at her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "Yeah, I had a good time, too," He answered her sarcasm. He heard her laugh at his attempt to cover up his boyish excitement. Normally, embarrassment would ensue in a situation like this, but Hayden was comfortable around her. Comfortable enough to be sweet, yet goofy at the same time. He was comfortable enough to be himself. So when she laughed, he didn't mind. She had a cute laugh, anyway. One of those laughs you could hear and never get tired of. At least, he couldn't ever get tired of it. This girl really did have him. She had him badly.


“I like you too, a lot actually,”

He looked over at her again. She liked him??? Hayden slowly grinned. She liked him. A lot. Acting in the moment, Hayden leaned over and kissed her soft, smooth cheek. She made him happy. So, so happy. He didn't know exactly how to describe the happiness in his heart when he was with her. Fireworks was too cliche. Butterflies were too girly. He felt...he felt...........

He felt the happiness your tummy feels when you eat a hot fudge sundae. The warmth of slipping into a hot bath after spending hours sledding with your best friends. The rush of jumping from a high place into a pool below. The tingliness of...of...of a...okay. He didn't actually know where he was going with that one. He just liked the word "tingle". That's not the point. He was just really, fucking happy, okay!?

It was his turn to chuckle. He chuckled when he scooped her up in his arms and she squealed slightly. "What?" He asked her, "Scared I'll drop you? Or throw you?" He could easily do either of those, but why on earth would he want to? He wanted to hold her. Not throw her away.

“My hero,” She swooned, that cute Texan accent in her words.

He smirked, trying to play up the role of being a hero as he carried her. "It's nothing, miss," He said in a deep "hero" voice, "Nothing at all. Just part of my job to serve the citizens of America." Hayden gave her a grin, "I am Barack Hussein Obama, 44th, current and first African American President of the United States of America."
That was a big deal, yo.

He held her against his chest as he walked. He looked ahead of him every now and then so he wouldn't slip on ice or run into someone, but he preferred to look at her when he could. After some time of walking, they had finally gotten away from the town and closer to the subdivisions. "You gotta tell me which house I'm going to," He told her, "So I can properly return you in perfect condition to your brother and grandmother."

And give her a goodnight kiss, of course.

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[sylent]

AND NOW SHE’S IN ME, ALWAYS WITH
me, tiny dancer in my hand, jesus freaks out

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Awkwardness. That was something Sylent didn’t know much about. She had always been a very up front person, entering a room with all eyes on her and not caring in the slightest. She was out spoken to an unhealthy degree, something that she was trying to work on, and far too blunt for her own good. For Sylent there weren’t very many awkward moments, not even brief awkward silences. She talked far too much for awkward silences to exist in her presence. It just didn’t work like that, she wasn’t able to be quiet with her curiosity always at work. The only awkward moments there really were was when she asked a question that was a bit too personal, and even then she was good at covering up the awkwardness of the situation. She tried not to give people enough time to feel discomfort. It was a gift. Hayden’s awkwardness was noted by Sylent, of course it was, but noted as being incredibly adorable. He didn’t need to try this hard to be smooth if you asked her. He was perfect as he was. How nice it was to feel love again. If she ever saw Robert again she hoped he would understand that she most certainly loved Hayden now. “It’s hard to have a bad time with you around,”

[/color] she admitted with an infatuated smile plastered to her face.

Love was something Sylent was quite familiar with, in both romantic and unconditional ways. There were plenty of people that Sylent had unconditional love for, people like her brother, Chess and Errol and her younger siblings. She loved her grandmother and even her parents, even though they were a little unconventional. In her past life she had known love mostly in her job, though Robert had been a very important man to her. It was a shame that they didn’t get to have children of their own together, having been too old for that when they had married. That wasn’t something she planned on repeating. Sylent had always loved being motherly. She also loved having people to love and care for, which lead to her original point: she was fairly certain that she was falling in love with Hayden. There was no denying that her feelings for him were strong and quite similar to how she remembers feeling about Robert. He entire body felt warm every time she looked at him, her heart all a flutter and her mind blank of anything but him. It was a feeling that she loved having. “I wasn’t expecting you to pick me up,”[/color] she answered, her arms right around his neck and her head resting on his shoulder. “I know you won’t drop me,”[/color] she added, more to herself than to him.

Hayden never failed to make her laugh, which was important in any man that she would be spending her life with. Confidence and a good sense of humour were a must have for her; looks just came as an added bonus. Yes, Sylent was one of those people who truly believed that beauty was what was on the inside and this wasn’t brought on by her parents. She had always believed that every human being was beautiful, it was just a matter of what they did with that beauty. Well, unless they were male and then they were more handsome, like Hayden. “That’s very kind of you Mister President,”[/color] she continued to swoon, emphasizing the Southern accent as much as she possibly could so that it sounded like the movies. Naturally, her accent wasn’t nearly that bad at all. It was much lighter than what Hollywood depicted, though still evident enough to be clearly Southern. She liked making fun of it though, so she exaggerated it a lot. She was definitely having a great night, being carried in the arms of a very wonderful boy after spending the night dancing with him. It felt so comfortable and so right. “It’s at the end of the street,”[/color] she answered with her head still resting on his shoulder. “Gran should be sleeping and I think Justice stayed over at the friends, so you can take your time,”[/color] she informed him. “Unless your arms get tired,”[/color] she added with light laughter.
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[Hayden Connor Callaghan]

“It’s hard to have a bad time with you around,”

Insert big goofy grin here? Oh yes. Hayden looked at her, a wide grin on his face. She made him so happy all the time. He had friends that made him happy, of course, but Sylent gave him this happiness no one else could. It was powerful, but it made his knees weak. It was amazing, yet confusing all at the same time. How could one girl bring out so many feelings in him? He couldn't grasp it, no matter how he tried. But, what would take some of the lovely mystery out of this beautiful girl, wouldn't it? If he simply could put his finger on what was so special about her. He liked not knowing. It made her different. It made him fall in love with her.

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