vision of D I V I S I O N :: open

[booker lindsay]

So don't teach me a lesson
Cause I've already learned
Yeah the sun will be shining
And my children will burn

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God adjusting to England was hard. Most Americans didn't notice it when they came to this country but Booker noticed it. Of course, they probably were on holiday or just came to see a fashion show. Booker was here for at least two years, and he had been here for about one month and it was an experience if you could say that. Booker had never realized how different the South was from any other part of the world, it was all he had known for his entire life and England was the exact opposite and more. The one big thing that he had to complain about was the food. He wasn't so much of a country boy that he only ate greens and fried chicken but England was pushing his choice in food. He couldn't even get a decent candy bar without it tasting weird. Hadn't they heard of Snickers in this country. He was yet to find the taste a like to it, although he had find the look a like.

The open good thing about England or London was that they did have a Chinatown, and Chinese food stayed the same no matter where you went. Although he had heard that food in China didn't taste anything like this so he would stick to non China Chinese food. He'd found the most broken down little shop and ordered a heap of friend rice with some of that pink sauce on it. Everyone knew that when you were looking for the best food, you always went to the shittiest looking place. For Philly cheese steak, you don't go to the clean on, you go to the one that's filled with smoke and a bunch of good ole boys. The same way with barbecue and fish and chips. Although as he was learning through his stroll in Chinatown, you'd probably have a hard time picking out the crappiest looking place.

Chinatown, was busy just like the other parts of London that Booker had been to. It was just as dirty to, his black boots let him dodge a particularly nasty looking puddle, in the process he almost got run over by one of those guys in the buggy's. It was really hard to eat with chop sticks while walking so Booker found a bench on the corner of a street, a street that lead out of Chinatown, so he could see the plain English people milling about and then two feet over a completely different culture. He finished with his fried rice and pitched it into a trash bin that was next to the bench. It was if the person who placed it there meant for people to stop and sit here and think. It was quite entertaining to watch these people go at him, right in front of him a Chinese couple was going at it, and it made him happy that his marriage was sound, and that he wasn't Chinese.

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[valentine lindsay]

i'm so scared to lose you now
so easy to lose you now

because there calling at my door
so i'm locking up my door
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The notes of a familiar song were being hummed by Valentine as she floated along the sidewalk towards nowhere. Her thoughts were of her rehersal earlier that day. It had gone well, at least she thought. She wasn't completely comfortable with her coach just yet. She had only met in a few weeks ago. Not even when she had first arrived at Hoffman. So far the move hadn't been all that hard. It would have been if Valentine didn't have Booker here with her. Otherwise this move probably wouldn't have even happened. In fact, Valentine probably would have still been attending the dead end school she was at in Tennesse.

It seemed like a year since she'd left the podunk town Valentine had been stuck in. It wasn't like she hated home. She just hated the little town that didn't even have a Target. Yes, the town was small, but not like Booker's. Booker lived in the town over. It was tiny compared to the one Valentine lived in. But perhaps that's why the two met. Everyone knows everyone back home.

As Valentine thought of home she rounded the corner to Chinatown. The streets were packed, just as if it were the true China streets. She smiled at the thought of China. It wasn't as popular as Japan, but China was so large and had so many people living and visiting there. Just like London. Nothing like home. Her mind returned to home once more. She missed her little sister running around in her ballet outfit. She missed going to parties with her mom out of town. She missed kissing her dad on the cheek before he left for the gym in the mornings. Most of all she missed hugging her family and seeing them. It was hard living so far away a such a young age. Thankfully she had Booker. He kept her close to home.

Out of the corner of her eye Valentine saw what she thought was a familiar face. She took a look in the direction and spotted her favorite person in the world. "Booker." she said prancing towards the bench Booker was sitting at. A smile was spread across Valentine's face. It was a loving smile that any man would want to see on his wives face, any boyfriend on his girlfriends face. She slid onto the bench next to Booker, stilling smiling. She wrapped her arm around his, so that she could take his hand in hers.

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[booker lindsay]

So don't teach me a lesson
Cause I've already learned
Yeah the sun will be shining
And my children will burn

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Chinatown was seriously starting to crack Booker up. Maybe it was the sharp contrast of the drab English clothing on one side and the bright colors of the Chinese on the other that had his mind swirling, and his imagination going. He watched a mother and her perfect round faced children walk down the street, and out of the corner of his other eye he could see the sad faced expression of the English children who were being drug down the street by their mother who had her cell phone. Booker's eyebrows bunched together as he watched the two conflicting scenes, the lines of a song racing in his mind. It was going so fast that he couldn't even think of what his mind was telling him to write. Before he could go run off to find a pen or sharpie to write it down on his hand he was engulfed by the tiny figure who was his wife.

"Valentine," he said as she wrapped her arms around him. You could hear his southern accent against that one simple word. In any other situations the English probably would have thought it was tacky but when it spoke the name of the one he loved, you could ignore the southern twang, and the damage from cigarettes. He buried his chin in her red hair momentarily, of all the people in the world he married a red head. He pulled his head from the crook in her neck and smiled his crooked smile. Then he leaned down and with all tenderness kissed her lightly on the lips, closing his eyes only for a moment to relive all the emotions he felt when he kissed her.

"I've missed you, I should have asked if you wanted anything before I went out," he said pulling her closer to him. English weather could be the devil some days today it was better than most of the days he had experienced. He could see part of the sun today and that was a good sign. There was only a light breeze but he suddenly felt cold and Valentine was so warm pressed up against his chest. You look so beautiful. You look beautiful everyday," he said bumping his nose up against hers and winking at her with his hazel eyes. Call him cheesy, he was never like this before. The only person he told looked beautiful was his mother, and that was only when he needed money to fill up his truck, or when he wanted to stay out later than curfew would allow. With Vee he didn't even have to think, she really was the most beautiful person he could ever be with, and ever was with.

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[valentine lindsay]

i'm so scared to lose you now
so easy to lose you now

because there calling at my door
so i'm locking up my door
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The sound of Booker's voice made Valentine's insides cramp. Though it was a good cramping. It was joy over their relationship. It was utter euphoria over the fact that she got to lay with Booker every night. She felt like the luckiest girl alive in his arms. Her lips curled into a girlish smile as Booker swept his lips across hers as a greeting. Why was he so good to her. Valentine had no idea. She didn't really even know how they came to be. They were an odd couple. She was a five foot three inch, red head with a heart of gold. And Booker was a six foot two inch, button nosed boy with a drug past. This was the sort of couple you might see in some sort of fairy tale weird movie.

I've missed you, I should have asked if you wanted anything before I went out."

"Oh, it's fine. I didn't need anything anyways. I was just out for a walk when I ended up here." She gave Booker a cute smile as he rubbed his nose with hers. At his words, he cheeks gave a flushed pink color. His compliments were always to much for Vee. She blushed whenever he told her she looked beautiful or cute or anything really. She wasn't used to being loved like this. It was a whole new level of relationship. Vee had only ever had the love of her family. It's nothing like the love of a friend or a lover. Vee concidered herself lucky to have had the expirience of love already. Most people find it to late in life. But Vee always remembers the old saying, "It's better to have loved and lost than to have never been loved at all." She's one of the luckiest to still have love.

"Did you have a good day today?" she said watching the people passing by. She didn't have a thick accent like Booker's, but there was the hint of southern drawl still within her. It was there, but not like that of Booker. You might think she'd have an accent in every word she spoke after being raised in the south, but Vee never adopted the accent fully. It was strange. Everyone in the south had the same accent. But Vee was just...not for it or something. Her sister is the same way.

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[booker lindsay]

So don't teach me a lesson
Cause I've already learned
Yeah the sun will be shining
And my children will burn

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Being a song writer and singer you tend to get observant about things, well some things Booker became observant about. He'd really started noticing English couples and looking at his relationship with Valentine. It wasn't in a bad way either as most people would have assumed. The differences between a relationship that could end any moment, and a foreign one, compared to his American relationship that would last. He found english couples did this competition thing where they had to be better than each other, or give each other these mixed feelings and signals that made the relationship just so much more difficult than it needed to be. Then here was his relationship, where he told his wife he loved her every day, where he was sure to kiss her no matter what kind of day he had. He felt like he had been married for years and in reality not even six months had passed.

"Well if you don't need anything......," he said smiling down at her. He unwrapped his arms from around her and darted across the street to a park. He quickly stooped down and plucked down a blue flower that was growing in a pretty border. Then as fast as he could he darted back across the street. He could never get into the flow of turning his head the other way first so he just took a leap of faith most of the time. Then he plopped back down on the bench and presented them to Vee,"Something you don't need. he said happily as if he was the cleverest boy in the entire world. Knowing England, he'd probably be arrested for pulling out some flowers out of the ground. That was something they had in common with the South. You touch someone's flower bed you died.

"It was ok," he said shrugging slightly and slinging his arm around her shoulder and pulling her close. "These guys think I talk funny, I can't hardly understand a word they say," which was true down the last word. The teacher's were a bit better because they had all traveled around a good bit which meant they had the undertones of an American accent and Booker felt better, but the British kids who hadn't stepped foot out of London Booker had to repeat what they said in his head to try and sound it out before he answered. He knew his accent didn't make him sound smart so he didn't want to open his mouth and actually prove it by saying the wrong thing.

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[valentine lindsay]

i'm so scared to lose you now
so easy to lose you now

because there calling at my door
so i'm locking up my door
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"Well if you don't need anything......"

Valentine watched as he darted across the street. She was barely able to see him as he bent over. The crowd walking was thick. She leaned over, then leaned to the other side with no prevail to seeing what he was doing. As she was about to get up and folliw Booker, she spotted him making his way back to her. Something blue in his hand. With a closer look she noticed they were flowers. She smiled once again. Booker was to cute for her. He was always jumping around doing random, spontanious things like this. As he handed the flowers to her she kissed his cheek. "I love you Booker. These are lovely."

Booker's arm went around her again, pulling her close to him. Her head automaticly fell to his shoulder. Or what might his shoulder if she were taller. Instead it was more of his chest. No matter, Valentine prefered being small. Being tall was over rated. Only purposed for having heighth was modeling and Valentine wasn't looking to be a model anytime soon. Nope. Singing was her forte. Who cared if she ever made it as a singer. She just wanted a family. Being a mother was the most important thing to Valentine. Being raised in the south taught her that. The most important thing was family.

"Poor wittle Booker baby. Do you feel out of place?" she teased him. She never noticed his accent. Seeing as she was from the south as well. The London folk were judgemental and noticed everything. They even made her feel a bit out of place here. "I think they're just jealous." Valentine interwind her fingers with Booker's. "I know all the girls are jealous," refering to her being with him. "I know all the boys are jealous of you. After all - you get me," she joked though she knew he really thought that.

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[booker lindsay]

So don't teach me a lesson
Cause I've already learned
Yeah the sun will be shining
And my children will burn

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Their height difference cracked Booker up most of the time. They were the complete opposite on the outside. Booker who was tall and lanky to the max, with his easy smile and pointed elf face. Then there was Valentine who was petite with a heart shaped face and cherry colored lips. When he had first seen her, he wondered how someone could be so pale for living in the South. Booker couldn't put a finger outside most of the time without getting a sun burn. Good thing he had his long hair to keep his neck from getting burnt. It was funny that people really would have made fun of him if he had had his accent and a red neck. But he loved Valentine the way she didn't look like any other person he had known. She stayed that way from the moment that he had met her with her clear blue eyes who had searched his face for something that Booker still wasn't sure of.

"I love you to, Vee," he said as she rested her head on his chest. He knew that she was intending to rest her head on his shoulder but he couldn't help it that he was almost a whole foot taller than her. The sun was setting and it actually looked beautiful, although nothing could compare to an open sunset without so many skyscrapers in the way of all that beauty, but Booker would settle for this. He never said that he was against change in any way, he was just so use to one thing that coming to a completely different thing was a learning experience for him. "Aw these English boys just don't know what to do with me yet," he said throwing back his head and laughing.

"Of course they are jealous," he said running his hand over her hair and brushing it off of her shoulder. Her hair was almost prettier than his, which was another laughable aspect of their relationship. Booker's mother had begged him for hours on end before they left for England to let her cut his hair. She didn't want people to think that her son was some kind of hillbilly which was rich coming from her. That's why he had Vee, so she could make all the good impressions. "And I ask myself everyday how I did manage that," he said giving his scratchy laugh. "Of course, I've just come to accept my good luck," he said kissing her on top of her head lightly.

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[valentine lindsay]

i'm so scared to lose you now
so easy to lose you now

because there calling at my door
so i'm locking up my door
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At the sight of the sunset streaming over the buildings, Valentine gave a yawn. It had been a long day, with persona voice lessons, her other classes, and some grocery shopping early and all. Valentine was just happy to be sitting in peace. Plus the fact that Booker was with her too helped. It was the perfect ending to the day. She was able to sit back now and relax with her newly wed husband. Everyone could tell they were newly weds. It was apparent from how they looked at eachother to the way they said eachothers name. Booker and Valentine were in love. No one could deny it. Not even strangers passing by.

"And I ask myself everyday how I did manage that. Of course, I've just come to accept my good luck."

Valentine smiled at his statement. She had expected those exact words. "Luck has nothing to do with it. We're just meant to be," she said moving her finger over the back of Booker's hand. She watched her finger as it went up and down his index finger. His skin was smooth like polished wood, but his hands were strong and lanky like the rest of him. To Valentine he was perfect. That's how you're supposed to feel towards your husband, right? That's what the world fantasizes at least.

A cool breeze danced over the streets of Chinatown. People were starting to file into buildings. Whether they be their houses or resaurants or even the movie theater on the corner. Valentine guessed it was near eight o'clock or so. People went to bed fairly early here she noticed. At least a lot of people did. Valentine personally stayed up til around twelve or so. She would read a book or a magazine. Sometimes though, she's be baking desserts and such for fun. It was one of her favorite things to do. Booker liked her baking. At least he acted like he did. That's why she baked so often.

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GAAHHH! I'm lacking in post length. XD grr.
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[booker lindsay]

So don't teach me a lesson
Cause I've already learned
Yeah the sun will be shining
And my children will burn

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Booker found that with being a singer and a songwriter that he wanted to write songs all the time, whenever he could and when inspiration struck him. He couldn't help but to think of things that went on with events with people and moments in his life. Good or bad he needed some way to express them. Painters could do it through their art, dancers through their movements, and you would think that he had it easiest of all. Just putting his feelings into words and into songs. He saw it as the hardest. He didn't want to put his heart on his sleeve, but he wanted the people he wrote about to know what he was talking about. Valentine made him to write songs like crazy, he didn't know if she knew and wouldn't ask her. Some night he would wake up and get out of bed just writing songs about her while she lay sleeping. It was so calming that he couldn't help it, one day he was sure she would wake up in the process and he'd have to sing her his song. He was sure he was ready though.

"Whatever you say, doll," he said lightly. But he believed luck had everything to do with it. Either that or fate, yeah fate was the better word. Luck was to unpredictable, to unstable for a relationship but fate was much more common. He likes to think that fate was what brought them together. It was just as romantic as luck, just stabler and with a relationship being stable about things was something that you needed. Especially when you were just married. He didn't mind not knowing everything about relationships though, because he was only eighteen just because he had found the love of his life didn't mean that he was supposed to know everything.

"Come on, let's head home, eh?" he said standing, pulling Vee with him and wrapping his arm around her shoulders even if he had to slouch just a bit to do so. It was funny saying home. Home was their loft apartment in south London, not a brand new house in hobunk Tennessee. His parents and Vee's parents were helping out the rent for a bit till they got settled and felt more comfortable with the city. But it was fine by Booker, just as long as he was with Valentine. He couldn't stand dorm rooms, after sleeping next to her for the summer months after their wedding. You'd think that he had been born with her lying next to her, the way he couldn't sleep without here. "Home sweet, home," he whispered lightly.

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[valentine lindsay]

i'm so scared to lose you now
so easy to lose you now

because there calling at my door
so i'm locking up my door
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Valentine rubbed her head lightly against Booker's chest as they sat. The cool air running over them. If you were passing by the two lovebirds you'd think they were a story book romance. Booker with his arm around Valentine. Valentine holding his hand with her head pefectly placed on his chest. They were literally picture perfect at the moment. Valentine wished sometimes that they could freeze time and stay in a moment forever. Like now. It was cold outside, but in Booker's arms she was somehow warm. They weren't in the nicest place in London, but here with Booker it was as if heaven had come to earth. Valentine couldn't contain how she felt towards Booker. No words could ever show her love towards him. They really were meant to be together. And forever.

"Come on, let's head home, eh?"

Nodding in agreement, Valentine let Booker pull her up from the bench. She hadn't planned on running into Booker here in Chinatown. In fact, she hadn't meant to come to Chinatown at all. It was just...fate? Sure. All that she knew was that without Booker, she would be nothing right now. He was the one pushing her to do more and be better. He inspired her and she inspired him. It's how their relationship was. They completed eachother, no matter how cheesy that sounds. Valentine was safe in Booker's arms. She knew it. She knew that no matter what happened, Booker would be there to hold her hand. The same went for him. Valentine would do whatever she could to get to Booker if he needed her.

"Do you think London is where we will always call home?" she asked Booker thinking of their loft apartment. It wasn't much of a "home" but it was perfect for their lives right now. It wasn't to small, but it wasn't to big. They had what they needed - a sofa, a television, a kitchen, a bed and closet, and a bathroom. Valentine really had no reason to ever complain these days. Booker took care of her.

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[booker lindsay]

So don't teach me a lesson
Cause I've already learned
Yeah the sun will be shining
And my children will burn

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The other part of the relationship that Booker could jump for joy with what he had was the fact that he could talk with Valentine about anything. It could be from what color to paint the bedroom to his religion. Silly conversations were always fun to have with her, they both had their sarcastic side, that they could use to fake fight about things that didn't matter. Like what color dishes they were going to eat on that night, such silly things to fight about. But Booker liked to talk about other things with her to. Things that meant a lot to him, and Valentine understood that. He struggled a lot with his religion from growing up the preacher's son, and getting married at eighteen years old, Booker was a little stretched in the religion area. She listened to his thoughts and concerns. Sometimes you needed to just talk to someone, but you didn't believe what they were saying. Valentine wasn't that way he believed every word that she said to him. It meant the world to him.

He knew the way back to their apartment almost like the back of his hand. He would run over to Chinatown sometimes on his break when he needed just some food to get him through the day and he didn't want to beg Valentine to just make him a turkey sandwich like a five year old. He hated taxis anyway, they were like never ending roller coasters to Booker, who was such a meticulous driver himself that he hated being thrown around in the back of a taxi that was driving the wrong way down the road. He crossed out buying a car from the list of expenses. He looked down at her as she asked her question, drawing her closer as the wind blew a bit harder around them, swirling his dirty brown hair.

"I don't know. It's a cool town, much better than no where Tennessee. There's just so many things we could do Vee, so many places we could go," he said becoming animated about his little speech. They were young that was for sure, and Booker knew that Vee wanted kids, and he did to. He wasn't like most other eighteen year old boys who thought they were never going to have kids. He knew that he wanted kids and he wanted to be a father. He just wanted to make sure that he could support his family before anything got to serious. "We've got our careers to think about, and our family," he said rubbing his fingers up and down her arm, keeping them warm and reassuring her. "Oh the places we'll go," he said feeling like Dr. Seuss now.

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