Post by NATHAN OLIVER HURST on Jul 13, 2011 22:10:41 GMT -4
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, margin: auto; line-height: 80%; padding-left: 50px; width: 400px] i couldn't make it past those eyes settled wasn't a word nate really used to describe his life, everything was flung up into the air when he'd been plucked from delaware all those years ago, and it was how he'd gotten used to living his life, in a van or a bus or on a plane, crossing countries and continents and spending far more time travelling than he ever did fixed in one place - it was like he'd fallen into a tour routine and never fallen back out of it, and being somewhere new every couple of days had become the norm. being at school in chicago for two years solid had changed that, it was an entirely different experience, and although he'd flown home for the holidays, and out to los angeles once or twice, he was grounded there for months at a time, seeing the same people and the same places day in, day out. the decision to leave had been a big one, but it had seemed right at the time with everyone starting to do their own thing, and sitting back and waiting for something to happen just wasn't his style. it had taken some getting used to, being away from the people he had grown up and shared so much with, and also having a set schedule to stick to rather than doing everything on a whim, but naturally things started to get easier and soon enough any doubt that this was the right thing to do had disappeared. nate put it down to luck that he met the people he did, through a class that he hadn't even wanted to take initially, and even better luck that they had been open to the idea of becoming a band. what started as a project in the background didn't stay on the sidelines for long, he'd found himself being sucked back into the music industry and he hadn't protested at all, because it felt like coming home. it was only once wolves and foxes started playing shows that he realised how much he missed it, and even though the weekend theory was done, he wasn't. this time round things ran much smoother, he knew how the industry worked and they didn't have to start entirely from square one, people were curious to see what nate hurst's new band was like, what their sound was, whether they were any good at all, and the positive reaction they got locally gave them all a much-needed confidence boost. he wasn't sure if such thing as love at first sight existed, but he did know that he was completely bowled over by farrah hansen (and honestly, who wouldn't be?) the first time they met, introduced by a mutual friend after a show, and from then on there had been no turning back, his sights were set on her. so, tentatively at first, he made his intentions clear, and although she played hard to get to start with he remained persistent, for the first time ever enjoying the thrill of the chase, rather than being scared to death of what might happen when things went further. he had half expected himself to run and hide at the prospect of a new relationship after what happened with zeppelin, but everything about this was different. it felt good to like somebody and know that the feeling was entirely mutual, that farrah was interested in him as he was in her, that everybody knew exactly what was going on with the two of them, that there was no pressure on either of them. sure his short run with zeppi had been good, but even after they finally got together he'd felt a little rushed, and maybe he still hadn't been ready to bite the bullet and face his fears at that point in time. it hadn't been all bad by any means, and he didn't regret any of it, their brief relationship helped him to realise what his friends had been telling him for years and years - that he wasn't and never would be anything like his father. being with farrah was refreshingly easy, simple and straightforward and fun. everything in their relationship was out in the open, and from the start she'd known just how to read him. in her delicate hands nate was an open book, all she needed to do to lift him out of a bad mood was be there. her voice, her smile, those eyes... they could lull him into calm better than any drug, any soothing song, and in return he did everything he could to make her feel safe and secure, and happy. he'd never had trouble with distance before, just because the issue had never arisen before, when he'd flown to la with the band for the first time it hit him hard just how much he missed her, and how difficult those miles between them were going to be. of the two of them nate's schedule allowed for the most freedom, and more often than not it was him who made the journey, but once in a while there was the opportunity for farrah to come to him and spend some time, and like any good boyfriend he always came to meet her at the airport, no matter what. today was no different, and he'd cancelled lunch with travis when he got the call to say that she'd got an early flight. wandering through the terminal almost on autopilot, he realised that he knew this place like the back of his hand, he'd been here more times in the past few months than he could count on his hands and toes, flying back and forth and back and forth to chicago, ny, wherever else the band took him or the label told him to go. he'd seen the departures and the arrivals more than he cared to remember, and unsurprisingly a few of the staff there knew him on sight, he'd even had a conversaton with one of the security guards last time he was there - maybe that said something about his life, maybe it didn't. he found his usual spot in the arrivals lounge and let his gaze drift over to the nearest board, staring at it until he found what he was looking for, the flight in from o'hare which had apparently landed at 12:32, and even though he knew it could be a while before farrah came throught those doors he was up on his feet, feeling a faint flutter of excitement in the pit of his stomach just like the first time he'd ever taken her out to dinner, just over a year ago, and just like he got every time they were reunited after spending time apart. actually, there were a lot of things nate still did now that he had done at the very start of their relationship, like writing her songs and buying her flowers... both of which he wasn't ashamed to admit he'd done that day, his guitar may have been back at the apartment but he had an amazing-smelling bunch of flowers clasped in his hands (and not the cheap ones either, these were the real deal), ready and waiting to see his girlfriend's face amongst the other arrivals. steph as farrah, 1208, omg this is exciting |
