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[Evie•○•Ashton]

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He was finally here! He had finally arrived in Cambell County after days and days of driving in his black convertable. Ashton couldn't help going over the same question why did he leave California? His home land had so much more to offer than this little town. Orange County had a huge shopping mall, a massive beach loitered with hot babes, and best of all they had a bar. This place had a convienent store, a farm, one hot babe out of fifty, and no bar. Who with the right mind would build a town with no bar? This town had proven itself to be bloody ridiculous, and to make things worse he didn't anyone, and he was quite eager to socialize.


The seventeen year old hunk sat on the roof of his car, a beer bottle in his right hand. His hand swirled around the copper liquid, his soft mocha eyes watching as the liquid spun around. After what seemed like an hour he brought the bottle to his lips and took a sip of it. The handsome male may have been under age, but he had ID, fake ID and it worked because he looked over twenty. His eyes traced the outline of the local store, but he didn't dare go inside. For if he lay a foot in there, a crowd of dog faced women would run to him... And Kutcher certainly did not feel like interacting with butt ugly women, as harsh as it may sound.

[Dil]

"God, that was the worst batch of boys I have /ever/...and I mean /EVER/ seen." Jessi groaned as she walked alongside her brother, Jason. "They have no ball handling skills, no hand-eye coordination, hell I think they might not even have a brain to function with. All little superficial airheads who /think/ they know football." Jessi stopped, looking around the outside of the store and cupped her hands around her mouth. "Alright boys, get this straight beforehand; WATCHING THE VOLS /AIN'T/ KNOWING FOOTBALL! Tell your sons, and keep them off the field. I'll tell ya now; This ain't powder-puff football. I'll whip 'em into shape if they set foot on my field. Golly Day..."Leaning against the wall, she snorted, watching all the men just stare at her before going back to their business. She hated being so mean to them, but...wait, no, she had an urge to rid the world of it's idiots, so she loved being brutally honest to those who needed it. "J, I'm gonna go inside and work. See ya." Jason sighed as he smirked and shook his head, and walked inside.

Jessi just leaned against the wall, wearing faded jeans from actually working, and an orange tank-top, saying; 'Vols, it's a team sport'. She worked for her father normally, whipping the little boys into shape for him, getting them ready for the games. She took it seriously, considering that was her paycheck. Shaking her head with annoyance, she looked at all the people in the front and soon saw a guy on-top of a car. Now, she wasn't a flirt, but she knew when someone was hot, and he was just that. Brow raised slightly, but a smile wasn't crossing her face as she looked at him. Nah, she wouldn't bother him. The reason? She wasn't in the mood to be messed with, for one. After dealing with the 'football babies', she didn't feel like getting into something she couldn't get herself out of. Oh, another plus, she was paying her 'monthly taxes', and we all know that means hell for whomever ticks her off. Well, some knew, and some didn't; that's when they got hurt.

[Evie•○•Ashton]

His hand lifted to his head once again and he took another sip of the beer, draining it completly. Some may of called the handsome hunk an alcohalic... And yes he was, heck sometimes he even smoked shit, but that didn't mean he wasn't a great guy. Most chicks thought he was, and they thought he was even more great when they slept with him. Guys thought he was okay, though he stole most of the attention away from them [ he couldn't help it ], but him and his surfing buddies got along awesomly. He is such an extrovert, and, if he tried hard enough, he could probably convince one of those British guards that never moves to let him play with their oh so dangerous guns and wear their hats. He can talk almost anyone into do things, without faltering, he just does it with his charisma and confidence.


The voice of a female rang in his acute ears, and his brown eyes flickered open from his doze. She was talking about football, which was certainly not Kutcher's sport. She wasn't Jessica Alba hot, but she was pretty.. Gorgeous. She was probably the only good looking girls in this hick town.

"Hey there beautiful, you live here?"

He inquired, cocking a brow.

[Dil]

Jessi looked at him, brow raised as she let the left side of her mouth curl into a bit of a smirk as she chuckled slightly. This was great; another boy who flirted non-stop. Shaking her head, she walked over to the car and looked up at him, big brown eyes starring him straight in the eye. "Yeah. Who want's ta know?" Her southern accent was tick, but it was no fault of her own. She was just born here and raised, living life, that was all she did to acquire this accent. "Now, I know you don't live here, Hun. Because if ya did, I would already know ya." No, she wasn't /trying/ to flirt, she knew everyone in this one-horse town, though it sounded like she was flirting. Ah well, let him think what he wanted. She leaned against the side of the car looking up at him, smirk still there, wondering what Mick would think of this guy. "What's a city boy like you doin' out here anyway?" She asked this with pure curiosity, wondering why anyone would move into this town. Sure, four miles long and five miles wide felt right to her, but not to many people.

When she first met someone, she got a bit excited, and when she got excited, she talked alot, asked alot of questions. This time was a bit different. She asked questions, yes, but not question after question after question. "Mind if I join ya, Hun?" She was a bit bored, and getting to know the 'other side' of a guy would be a learning experience, considering all her guy friends weren't really flirt. Well....Mick teased her, but that wasn't flirting, was it...? Shaking her head, she continued to look up at the guy on the roof of the car as she leaned against it. She had to admit; he was a hot one.

[Evie•○•Ashton]

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