Post by Kenzie Renner on Jan 7, 2016 20:43:09 GMT -5
When you found yourself late on the whole ‘getting to classes and applying’ thing with college due to chaotic life circumstances it really, really helped that your father was Logan Renner and was able to schmooze a few people into letting you into their program. Pre-Law. With a minor in music composition. It wasn’t really a combination of degrees that a lot of people went for; but she knew that she wanted to someday take over Taboo and it seemed like those were the two most important elements. She’d take it over now but that old bastard was sitting firm in his CEO seat. There were boxes scattered throughout the apartment and now that she was finally feeling pretty rested up and recovered she figured she might as well start unpacking a lot of it. After trying to sidetrack herself with attempting to FaceTime Brayden a few times she gave up, disappointedly dropping her iPad onto the coffee table before making her way toward the never ending amount of boxes.
It was sort of strange that despite the fact that she didn’t grow up in Texas, she still really loved the idea of country chic. To an extent. She wasn’t crazy about patterns, but she liked the soft colors. Which is how most of her apartment was paired with soft purples and yellows to go against the cherry wood and brick of the cold New York apartment. Maybe she should try calling Brayden again. No. Kenzie scrunched her nose, attempting to get herself together and focused. He’d be home soon, though it didn’t feel like it was soon enough. And when he found time later to get a hold of her she could show him her apartment.. which only would be worth looking at if she got these damn boxes unpacked. Where was Emma? She was so good at doing things.
After a few hours, and changing clothes about ten times, a lot of the boxes were unpacked. She was now donning one of Brayden’s ripped up tanks and was trying to find out from Logan what she was supposed to do with the ridiculous amount of cardboard boxes. Maybe she wasn’t ready to live on her own. But honestly this was the best time to try.. with Brayden gone. If he was here, he’d be here. All the time. And while she would love that, she also wanted to know if she was able to stand on her two feet without him. She didn’t ever want to; but she needed to know that she could if she had to. He was doing just find in God know’s where. She needed to know she could be fine, too.
Kenzie decided to reward herself with some coffee and happily stepped into the kitchen until she came to a complete stop. Shit. She had to unpack that, too. With a sigh she squirmed around, unpacking just her Keurig and the peanut butter. After making a coffee and getting a spoonful of peanut butter she decided that the kitchen could be unpacked another day. She’d done enough. She was just getting to the living room so that she could put a record on when there was a loud banging on the door. Kenzie froze with the spoon in her mouth, looking at the door. Well that was not the polite knock of her mother, the efficient knock of her father, or the ‘hurry up I have to pee’ knock from Emma. Slowly she took the spoon out of her mouth and set the coffee mug dog, tip toeing across the room. There it was again, the loud banging. Who the hell else knew she was living there? Burglars? No. Burglars wouldn’t knock, Kenzie. Hoodlums… It was probably a hoodlum, knocking so that he wouldn’t leave signs of a forced entry. Well, this was not Kenzie Renner’s first night in New York shitbag. Kenzie looked around the room quickly, picking up one of Brayden’s nerf guns from the box nearest her and quietly made her way to the door. Eat Styrofoam, you piece o- Daniel?.
Kenzie made a face as she looked through the peephole. Why was Daniel knocking on her door? Instantly her eyes widened. Oh my god. Why was Daniel knocking on the door.
“ Kenzie, I talked to your doorman. I know you’re in there.”. Kenzie made an aggravated face. I have a doorman? He’s telling Daniel where I am? … I have a doorman?! Kenzie waited a moment before sighing, giving a quick roll of her eyes and held the nerf gun down at her side while unchaining the locks. She opened the door, uncertain on whether she should look apologetic or angry, and somehow settled in the middle. Maybe she just looked constipated. “ Daniel…. Sup…” she tried to ask casually. He looked at her, giving what seemed like an amused expression before making his way into the apartment. “Oh, actually I’m re-“ she started saying before Daniel cut her off. “I saw that Brayden is back on tour,” he said, starting to take his jacket off.
Kenzie held in a breath, tossing the nerf gun to the side with agitation. “Please, make yourself at home,” she muttered before shutting the door and making her way back to her tea. “ Kenzie I just thought that maybe we could talk… “ he said, lifting his eyebrows at her. Kenzie took a long drink from her coffee, setting the mug down. Really, she didn’t know what there was to say. Cameras were up her and Brayden’s ass so much that there was no getting around the fact that they were together. And that she had left him at the altar. For another man. Being Brayden. “The plane accident…” he started. Oh my god, that’s right. I was in a plane accident. Kenzie narrowed her eyebrows, crossing her arms almost defensively as she looked at him. “ I’m not gonna lie. I thought about snapping that kids neck. Or beating him to a bloody pulp. But… you were in a plane that ..crashed.” he said, looking up at her to make sure that he wasn’t stepping on her toes and speaking about the situation when he shouldn’t be. “ Yeah I seem to remember hearing about that,” she said, scratching the back of her neck uncomfortably.
“It made me realize something. You left our wedding for him. Uh… Your plane crashed. And your first priority following it was still…. Him.” he said, softening his features as he looked up at her. Kenzie stared at him for a moment, lifting her eyebrows because she was failing to see the point. “Did you ever love me that much?” he finally asked, looking her straight in the eyes. “Oh,” Kenzie said uncomfortably, putting her hands in the front pockets of her jeans. She watched him, wondering what the best thing to do here was. Did she care about him? Yes. But would she ever be capable of loving someone the way she loved Brayden? No. And after everything that Daniel had been through with this, he deserved happiness, too. And he deserved honesty. He deserved to know the truth so that there was never any lingering “what ifs” and he could move on. Kenzie cleared her throat, and bit the inside of her lip before shaking her head once. “ No. I did not.” she answered, awkwardly letting the silence stew between them. Her happy, fresh, new apartment was suddenly getting dark and gloomy.
“Did you always knew you loved him?” he questioned and Kenzie took in another breath quickly. Well, this was going to be a fun day. “Yes.” she answered truthfully, but found herself taking a slight step back when Daniel got up and began to pace. “ Why did you say yes to me?” he asked, putting his hands out to the side. It seemed like the anger was finally starting to hit him and boil beneath the surface. “Okay,” Kenzie said, walking over to him and taking his hand. “Daniel… I thought that maybe I could be happy with you. And I thought that maybe together we would … become something that we just weren’t. I wanted to love you. I did. I can’t help how…” she said, shaking her head as she let the sentence trail off. What, how things turned out? How much she loved Brayden? What couldn’t she help? She knew she loved Brayden the entire time and the appropriate time to call it off would not have been the night before the wedding. Of course Daniel felt hurt, and incredibly embarrassed.
“Are you two getting married?” he asked and Kenzie couldn’t help the surprised laughter that came from her. “What?” she said in a slightly high pitched tone while putting her hands out. “You left a marriage behind for him, Kenzie. Clearly you want those things.” he asked, causing Kenzie to quickly begin shaking her head. “No. I mean… not anytime soon.” she said, realizing for the first time just how anxious this entire conversation was making her. “So you left a relationship where I was willing to marry you, and start our lives… for a boyfriend. Who is off on tour.” he asked, making a face at her. “I… yeah,” she said with exasperation. “Life with Brayden is….” she started. Beautiful. Magical. Perfect. A fairy-tale. But she stopped, looking at Daniel and brought her hand back up to the back of her neck. “Alright,” he said, picking his jacket up and tapping his hands together.
Kenzie went to get the door for him, picking the nerf gun up out of the way so she could open the door.
Daniel paused at the door, holding one hand on the frame as he looked at her. “it was nice to see you, Kenz” he said. But before she knew it , he was leaning in, and her instinct reaction was to reach up with the nerf gun and hit him in the face. “I’m so sorry!” she said quickly, realizing that she had just punched him with a large plastic toy gun. But he was already halfway down the hallway, ignoring her attempts to apologize. Kenzie shut the door and puffed her cheeks, letting out a long sigh. After a few moments she pushed herself away from the door and made her way to the kitchen to grab herself a bottle of wine. Kenzie took her phone out, texting Emma, ‘ Punched Daniel in the face with a nerf gun. Opening wine. Ordering pizza. Bring money.”. After setting the phone down, she popped the cork out of the wine bottle and drank straight from the bottle as she went to finish unpacking in her bedroom.
It was sort of strange that despite the fact that she didn’t grow up in Texas, she still really loved the idea of country chic. To an extent. She wasn’t crazy about patterns, but she liked the soft colors. Which is how most of her apartment was paired with soft purples and yellows to go against the cherry wood and brick of the cold New York apartment. Maybe she should try calling Brayden again. No. Kenzie scrunched her nose, attempting to get herself together and focused. He’d be home soon, though it didn’t feel like it was soon enough. And when he found time later to get a hold of her she could show him her apartment.. which only would be worth looking at if she got these damn boxes unpacked. Where was Emma? She was so good at doing things.
After a few hours, and changing clothes about ten times, a lot of the boxes were unpacked. She was now donning one of Brayden’s ripped up tanks and was trying to find out from Logan what she was supposed to do with the ridiculous amount of cardboard boxes. Maybe she wasn’t ready to live on her own. But honestly this was the best time to try.. with Brayden gone. If he was here, he’d be here. All the time. And while she would love that, she also wanted to know if she was able to stand on her two feet without him. She didn’t ever want to; but she needed to know that she could if she had to. He was doing just find in God know’s where. She needed to know she could be fine, too.
Kenzie decided to reward herself with some coffee and happily stepped into the kitchen until she came to a complete stop. Shit. She had to unpack that, too. With a sigh she squirmed around, unpacking just her Keurig and the peanut butter. After making a coffee and getting a spoonful of peanut butter she decided that the kitchen could be unpacked another day. She’d done enough. She was just getting to the living room so that she could put a record on when there was a loud banging on the door. Kenzie froze with the spoon in her mouth, looking at the door. Well that was not the polite knock of her mother, the efficient knock of her father, or the ‘hurry up I have to pee’ knock from Emma. Slowly she took the spoon out of her mouth and set the coffee mug dog, tip toeing across the room. There it was again, the loud banging. Who the hell else knew she was living there? Burglars? No. Burglars wouldn’t knock, Kenzie. Hoodlums… It was probably a hoodlum, knocking so that he wouldn’t leave signs of a forced entry. Well, this was not Kenzie Renner’s first night in New York shitbag. Kenzie looked around the room quickly, picking up one of Brayden’s nerf guns from the box nearest her and quietly made her way to the door. Eat Styrofoam, you piece o- Daniel?.
Kenzie made a face as she looked through the peephole. Why was Daniel knocking on her door? Instantly her eyes widened. Oh my god. Why was Daniel knocking on the door.
“ Kenzie, I talked to your doorman. I know you’re in there.”. Kenzie made an aggravated face. I have a doorman? He’s telling Daniel where I am? … I have a doorman?! Kenzie waited a moment before sighing, giving a quick roll of her eyes and held the nerf gun down at her side while unchaining the locks. She opened the door, uncertain on whether she should look apologetic or angry, and somehow settled in the middle. Maybe she just looked constipated. “ Daniel…. Sup…” she tried to ask casually. He looked at her, giving what seemed like an amused expression before making his way into the apartment. “Oh, actually I’m re-“ she started saying before Daniel cut her off. “I saw that Brayden is back on tour,” he said, starting to take his jacket off.
Kenzie held in a breath, tossing the nerf gun to the side with agitation. “Please, make yourself at home,” she muttered before shutting the door and making her way back to her tea. “ Kenzie I just thought that maybe we could talk… “ he said, lifting his eyebrows at her. Kenzie took a long drink from her coffee, setting the mug down. Really, she didn’t know what there was to say. Cameras were up her and Brayden’s ass so much that there was no getting around the fact that they were together. And that she had left him at the altar. For another man. Being Brayden. “The plane accident…” he started. Oh my god, that’s right. I was in a plane accident. Kenzie narrowed her eyebrows, crossing her arms almost defensively as she looked at him. “ I’m not gonna lie. I thought about snapping that kids neck. Or beating him to a bloody pulp. But… you were in a plane that ..crashed.” he said, looking up at her to make sure that he wasn’t stepping on her toes and speaking about the situation when he shouldn’t be. “ Yeah I seem to remember hearing about that,” she said, scratching the back of her neck uncomfortably.
“It made me realize something. You left our wedding for him. Uh… Your plane crashed. And your first priority following it was still…. Him.” he said, softening his features as he looked up at her. Kenzie stared at him for a moment, lifting her eyebrows because she was failing to see the point. “Did you ever love me that much?” he finally asked, looking her straight in the eyes. “Oh,” Kenzie said uncomfortably, putting her hands in the front pockets of her jeans. She watched him, wondering what the best thing to do here was. Did she care about him? Yes. But would she ever be capable of loving someone the way she loved Brayden? No. And after everything that Daniel had been through with this, he deserved happiness, too. And he deserved honesty. He deserved to know the truth so that there was never any lingering “what ifs” and he could move on. Kenzie cleared her throat, and bit the inside of her lip before shaking her head once. “ No. I did not.” she answered, awkwardly letting the silence stew between them. Her happy, fresh, new apartment was suddenly getting dark and gloomy.
“Did you always knew you loved him?” he questioned and Kenzie took in another breath quickly. Well, this was going to be a fun day. “Yes.” she answered truthfully, but found herself taking a slight step back when Daniel got up and began to pace. “ Why did you say yes to me?” he asked, putting his hands out to the side. It seemed like the anger was finally starting to hit him and boil beneath the surface. “Okay,” Kenzie said, walking over to him and taking his hand. “Daniel… I thought that maybe I could be happy with you. And I thought that maybe together we would … become something that we just weren’t. I wanted to love you. I did. I can’t help how…” she said, shaking her head as she let the sentence trail off. What, how things turned out? How much she loved Brayden? What couldn’t she help? She knew she loved Brayden the entire time and the appropriate time to call it off would not have been the night before the wedding. Of course Daniel felt hurt, and incredibly embarrassed.
“Are you two getting married?” he asked and Kenzie couldn’t help the surprised laughter that came from her. “What?” she said in a slightly high pitched tone while putting her hands out. “You left a marriage behind for him, Kenzie. Clearly you want those things.” he asked, causing Kenzie to quickly begin shaking her head. “No. I mean… not anytime soon.” she said, realizing for the first time just how anxious this entire conversation was making her. “So you left a relationship where I was willing to marry you, and start our lives… for a boyfriend. Who is off on tour.” he asked, making a face at her. “I… yeah,” she said with exasperation. “Life with Brayden is….” she started. Beautiful. Magical. Perfect. A fairy-tale. But she stopped, looking at Daniel and brought her hand back up to the back of her neck. “Alright,” he said, picking his jacket up and tapping his hands together.
Kenzie went to get the door for him, picking the nerf gun up out of the way so she could open the door.
Daniel paused at the door, holding one hand on the frame as he looked at her. “it was nice to see you, Kenz” he said. But before she knew it , he was leaning in, and her instinct reaction was to reach up with the nerf gun and hit him in the face. “I’m so sorry!” she said quickly, realizing that she had just punched him with a large plastic toy gun. But he was already halfway down the hallway, ignoring her attempts to apologize. Kenzie shut the door and puffed her cheeks, letting out a long sigh. After a few moments she pushed herself away from the door and made her way to the kitchen to grab herself a bottle of wine. Kenzie took her phone out, texting Emma, ‘ Punched Daniel in the face with a nerf gun. Opening wine. Ordering pizza. Bring money.”. After setting the phone down, she popped the cork out of the wine bottle and drank straight from the bottle as she went to finish unpacking in her bedroom.
