A good hearing (Open)

[Vincent McBride {Ares}]

Vincent awoke in his bed, rather sweaty. The beads of wetness poured from his forhead as he panted heavily and touched his forhead; closing his eyes trying to comprehend the nightmare he had encountered in his dead sleep. He shook his head, trying to shake himself from the shock, hopping out of his bed. He slowly stumbled towards his mirror which was attatched to the dressor. He rubbed his hands against his face, trying to releave himself from the stress from his body. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw a nervous wreck, trying to relieve his body from the wieghing down of lack of sleep.

He arched a brow and pulled a white wife-beater over his bare chest and hung his head gently as he was now in shirt and boxers. He stood there with his hands firmly pessed to the dresser top, closing his eyes as his mind wandered. He sighed, knowing that dreams had always had some meanings to them, but this one was strange. He then opened his eyes and shook his head. He pulled out a pair of beaten up jeans and slid them over his bare legs. They were pulled up to his waist, but without doing them up, he sat on his bed, a look of deep thought across his face and confusion in his eyes.

He sighed once more and then buttoned and zipped his pants. He yawned gently and walked over to his bedroom door and slid a pair of sandles over his bare feet as well as a poor boys hat, plopping the grey and red plad hat on his head. He grabbed his wallet and stretched before walking out the door, and walking to the music store. It was a sanctuary to him. He would come here and think; get his mind off things.

As he walked into the store, a slight feeling of comfort veiled over him as he walked down a couple of the isles; stopping occationaly to look through some of the cds, hopping something would catch his fancy. Nothing had yet. But that was fine; just gave him more of a reason to stay. He sighed gently as his head began to pound. Someone stopped what they were doing to look at him, but Vincent shook his head and pretty much told them that he'll be ok.

He blinked a few times and looked about, finding a cd and scanning it in the earphones to listen to a sample of the song. It was ACDC; a band he had become quite fond of. He put the large phones over his ears and began to listen to what he could of his favorite song, Hells Bells.

[Hecate [Helena McFadden]]

"Have a nice day..." Came the voice of Helena O'Connor, sounding completely monotonous, she was obvioulsy quite bored. Sure, if the small blonde had been given the chance to work anywhere in the small town where she lived, it would be here, at the Food of Love Music Store... but all the same... some days she couldn't stand it. The store was practically dead, only about three people were browsing the large selection of music. Days like this always pissed Helena off... why wouldn't people want to take advantage of such a wonderful selection of music?? Then again, most people weren't as obsessivelly-cultured as she was...

As the last few chords of the Jack Johnson cd that was playing were struck, the petite girl happilly ejected it from the stereo, and popped in a Parade on Mayday disc. Sure, they weren't the best band on earth... but Helena still had a soft spot for their crazy inde-ness. Nodding her head to the beat of the song, the girl turned back to the counter. A rather large, and smelly male approached her. Handing Helena a copy of the High School Musical soundtrack, the boy flashed her a rather embaressed smile. The girl herself was tempted to laugh, the movie itself was bad enough... but the soundtrack?!!

Smiling, Helena muttered the price to the guy. "That's twenty dollars...." As the guy handed her a twenty dollar bill, the blonde flashed him a quick smile, before baggng the CD and thrusting it at him. "Have a nice day." She said, flatly. Watching as the guy left, Helena let out an exasperated sigh. Sp far she had sold a total of four items... and she had been working how long? Five hours? God I hate early shifts... Helena thought grudgingly to herself.

She was about to grab one of her co-workers and traipse off to lunch, when out of the corner of her eye, Helena spotted a familiar face entering the shop. Her heart leaping into her throat, a smile crossed the petite girl's face. Vincent McBride. Flipping her hair, and straightening her shirt, Helena walked out from behind the counter, over to where the gorgeous boy was sporting huge headphones. Wrapping an arm around him, Helena lifted on side of the headphones and smiled at him. "How may I help you, sir?" She asked, professionally... knowing that he would mock her for it.

[Vincent McBride {Ares}]

Vincent was now in a trance that the music had put on him. Music was a passion of his and he loved it. He bobbed his head back and foreth as he listened to the guitar and beat of the song. Suddenly he was pulled back into reality, by but a familiar voice that had always sent chills running up and down his spine. He turned and smiled gently towards Helena. The one girl he would give his life for...other than his step sister, Kaysi.

He looked her up and down and wrapped an arm around her, putting the headphones down on their hook, looking down at her with a gentle look on his face,"Yes miss. Can you tell me where I may find 'Taming of the Shrew'? I seemed to have misplaced my copy."

He was such a smart ass. He meant this in the best way. She was a shrew, but he loved her. Dearly that is. He smiled down at her and held the CD in his free hand as he pulled away from her, looking down at the hot young blonde before him. She was a fiesty thing, but he loved that about her. She was always making him smile; no matter what she did.

[Hecate [Helena McFadden]]

A smirk crossed Helena's face as she slyly eyed Vincent. Sure, anyone who had ever spoken to Vincent knew he was a smart-ass... but all the same... it always had been an oddity to the small blonde to have someone rival her quirky comments. Pointing to herself, Helena once more opened her mouth to speak. "Well... I present thee with the shrew...." She began, lowering her arm, she caught the boy's eye. "But I sincerely hope that you didn't have an intention to tame me..." The girls said, seductively.

Although many people would define Helena as 'slutty' for how she often joked with Vincent, the pale blonde didn't care. It's true, that since a young age the girl had loved magic, and riddles... but the one riddle she could never find the anwer to... was why her heart had never allowed her to let go of the boy who now stood beside her.

Glancing down for a moment, the girl slowly brought her hand to Vincent's. She played with it a moment, then laced her fingers with his. Smiling up at him, from her small height, one of Helena's eyes slowly winked. Open, closed, then open again. Some skeptical people might call her foolish..... but Helena truly wouldn't give up being with Vincent again for the world... she only hoped he felt the same.

[Vincent McBride {Ares}]

Vincent blinked for a moment as his eyes met Helenas hand. Her blushed gently as he watched her fingers interweave with hers. A smirk painted across his face as he squeezed her hand in his. He continued to love her for the longest time. And vowed to never give up on the girl, not matter what. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head gently as they walked down the isle of the store.

He then stopped and turned to her and wrapped his arms around her waist and looked down at her; kissing the small blonde's forhead. She was amaizing to him. He couldn't believe that she still held feelings for him. That was something strange to him, concidering they left one another on slightly bad terms.

He pecked her cheek once and remembered something she had said,"Taming you...I did that a long time ago Helena..."He said gently as he looked deeply into her eyes. He wanted to kiss her and love her. But he was nervous about how she was acting around him. Something she hadn't done in a while.