L.A. Candy (Dallas&Abby)

[dallas]

Dallas laughed a bit, "Oh don't worry, I'm not writing anything bad, I promise. I'm not some crazy critique whose hear to tear apart your work and not even tell you." He chuckled softly once more. He set down his pen, and leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms far above his head and letting out a huge yawn. "Actually, I'm writing down your facial expresses. For someone who who is supposed to express their feelings through writing, you sure do tell a story with your facial expressions."

To be precise, he'd been jotting down the way she looked when she was deep in thought, pondering his question for a moment. He appreciated when people actually took the time to think about a logical answer, especially since Dallas himself tended to blurt out the first thing that came to his mind. More often then not, he wound up saying things that he didn't mean.

He listened to her for a while, as she explained how she got in to the writing business. It's not like he wasn't in to the 'writing' part already, it's the 'business' part that he needed to break his way in to. "Well then, it's a good thing that I'm apparently on the right track. Here I am, staying after to talk an established author- and a good one at that, about publishing. Hopefully I'll catch a break soon, but I bet it would help more if I sat down and finished one of my 30 unfinished novels." Dallas laughed. He always got so far in to a story, and then refused to finish it until he figured out the perfect ending. Maybe, instead of looking for a perfect ending, he should just look for something relate able and realistic.

"So, It say's that you're living here in LA. As a promising young writer, I can say I'm more then a little shocked that I haven't seen you around before. Yow know, at Starbucks or somewhere that all us lovely writers conjugate." Dallas laughed. Honestly, the only reason he sat in Starbucks often to write was because he had a full on addiction to coffee. He really didn't understand the appeal to other writers, but it was still odd that they'd never seen each other around before.

[abby]

It was a load off her shoulders when Dallas said that his little chicken scratch notes were not anything bad, but actually good. Abby tried to sneak yet another peak, but his hand was blocking her view and she didn’t feel like asking him to move it. ”Oh, well thank you,” she blushed, not really noticing that she had a wide variety of facial expressions in store.


She still was worried if she hadn’t bored him terribly with her long story, but hopefully it would help him pursue his career as a young writer just starting out. ”Yep, you’re currently doing the right thing alright. Thirty novels? All unfinished?” Abigail asked, feeling her jaw drop. ”If you ever need help finishing it you could bring it to me, I mean, if that’s alright with you of course.” Abby said, as she got up really quick and walked back to where she had signed all of her books to grab her purse and walked back to Dallas. She dug through her bag, which was in need of a spring cleaning, and pulled out a pen. She took back her book from Dallas and covered the front cover to see where she had written her message. With her blue pen she added a small thing; her phone number. She then closed the book and pushed it back to Dallas and dropped her pen in her bag. ”There, that’s my personal number in case you ever want to talk. If you look for my number online then good luck, as they all go to my publisher.” She smiled, as she dropped her purse on the floor next to the leg of the chair.


”Oh, well, there’s a reason. I don’t tend to work at Starbucks as I get too easily distracted by all of the noise, so I’ll tell you another secret; I write at the park, as it reminds me of Central Park in New York City, New York where I grew up, the beach, my den, or my hammock on my porch,” she smiled. Abby loved writing at the park the most, but there was nothing wrong with the other places she hung out at. ”I got to Starbucks for a drink, but that’s it,” she said, looking at her jade painted nails.

[dallas]

"The park isn't a bad place, though personally I like writing on the beach. Finding a nice big rock to plop down on with my Labrador and soak up the sea side sun while getting a little creative energy out." Dallas smiled, writing on the beach really did give him a wonderful sense of fulfillment. He always felt more relaxed, almost as if being outside in the open gave his mind more room to think. But the park was often nice too, as long as it was before school got out on the weekdays. Otherwise, it was flooded with kids running from here to there, cutting across the grass and running into the other park patrons.

"Actually, I think maybe it would do a world of good to talk to someone experienced about a few of my novels. I'll pick out a few of the better ones and we'll have to meet up sometime so you can give me a critique. " Dallas smiled, taking the girls number. He jotted one more thing down, before sliding his notebook and collection of pens back into his bag. "Unfortunately, I can't stay much longer. I have to get home and take Bailey out or he'll whine at me for hours." Dallas smiled, gathering up the three books he was going to purchase.

[abby]

Abby’s ears perked up when he said Labrador, since she was a big dog fan. ”I love dogs!” she exclaimed, a smile as bright as the sun on her face. ”I have two, Ralph and Bean. A golden retriever and a pug.” she said, thinking of all the fun times she have had with her doggies. They were like her kids, very cute and in need of attention and food. She had known them since they were pups, so it was like she had given birth to them, except not.


”Well call me anytime, I’m a twenty four hour service, like McDonalds,” she giggled. Abigail stayed up late, as surprisingly most of her best writing was late at night or early morning when the sun came out. She couldn’t wait to give advice to an inspiring new writer, and help Dallas in his future career. ”Well, I hope you enjoy the rest of the book, and ta-ta,” she said, giving him a tight hug goodbye as she walked into the back of the store to gather the rest of her stuff.

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