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And that was when an idea— a brilliant wonderful idea— struck him like a bolt of lightning. Donny stood up just as suddenly and pushed off against the table His chair lurched backward with the motion, and he closed and scooped up his laptop, tossing it frivolously into his shoulder bag. After only a few more minutes, he had managed to gather his things completely, throw on something comfortable and casual— jeans and a simple t-shirt— and leave the hotel to head for Central Park. His mind was too hyperactive and his behavior too fidgety to be inside on such a lovely day. After all, he chose a profession that allowed him to travel and explore the world to his heart's content for a reason. There was never a dull moment in that! But the park, the park would offer more than enough excitement to keep him preoccupied, but there would still be secluded enough places for him to get a good deal of writing done.
Once he arrived at his destination, Donny set his bag down by his feet and flopped heavily on the grass. His smile grew wider and wider as he rolled over onto his stomach and started to pluck small stalks of grass out from the dirt. It might have seemed strange to any looking on— a grown man reveling in the happiness of playing in the grass, but the park always seemed to leave Donny feeling lighthearted, his chest full and warm with that sense of glee. For a moment while he lay there, work had slipped to the back of his mind. But as he looked to his side, his bag reminded him again of what he should be doing... he hadn’t gone there for fun and games. Though he’d rather be watching the squirrels jump from tree to tree or joining in on a game of catch that a group is playing, Donovan crawled forward slightly, ignoring the fact that squirming around in the grass is bound to make him itchy. Then, he set his computer down, opening it up in order to begin feverishly writing once more. If he was lucky, the atmosphere here might spark something unique to add to his newest article.
Donny loved to people watch. You really could seem some intriguing characters if you watched closely enough. Generally, Donny’s attention jumped from place to place, person to person, only lingering on the most exciting of them all. He tapped a finger absentmindedly again the keypad on his laptop as his eyes darted between the screen and his surroundings. He went on like this for a good few minutes before realizing that all he’d managed to write was as good as jibberish, and he had to erase a handful of “sentences.” Donny had just managed to replace them when a flash of bright red caught his attention. The sudden pop of color pulled his focus away yet again, and he squinted his eyes against the brightness of the sun as he gazed in that direction.
This current distraction was a fiery haired girl, who looked to be warming up with a bit of stretching and yoga. She herself was intriguing, but it didn’t seem like she was doing anything all that exciting at first. Donny figured that he’d lose interest before long and then he would be able to get back to his writing. But before that could happen, Donny’s eyes widened curiously as she started doing stunts— combinations of handsprings and flips. It was captivating to watch, and Donny couldn’t pull his eyes away as she flew through the air. His eyes stayed trained on her motions even as she started growing closer and closer to where he was laying.
Most people would have probably moved out of the way, but not Donovan. No, he just kept laying there, head tipped to the side and eyes full of wonder. The trance was broken though as she realized that Donny was there, but at least the grass broke her fall as she now sat on the ground next to him. “Hi, sorry if I gave you a fright there. I got a bit carried away there,” she apologized. Donny simply blinked over at her; he wasn’t really startled. If anything, it seemed more like HE had frightened HER, all things considered. “And it looks like you’ve gone unscaved so I’m going to go back to my training,” she continued, <“Probably keep a closer eye on where you are so I don’t try to kill you again. Okay? Okay.”
Apparently she didn’t really need a response from Donny, as once she spoke, she leapt up awkwardly and started away, but that didn’t stop him from calling after her. “You’re pretty amazing.” He paused for a moment before sitting up. He waved his in a sweeping motion, “Your tricks, I mean. They’re impressive.” He crossed his legs and placed his hands in his lap. “It’s a shame that I got in the way.” He gave a small shrug and brushed the top of his fluffy hair back. “If it’s any help, I’ll keep an eye out too to make sure I’m not in the way.” Donny gave a warm smile in her direction. “Sound like a plan?”
Donny didn’t know though, and he couldn’t help wondering what kind of job required flips and tricks like that. He could think of a couple of things, but none of that was rooted in solid fact. “I’d say you don’t have anything to worry about then,” he said simply. If she wanted to tell him what she did, she could, and if not— well, then he would never know. Oh well, if it was meant to be, it’d happen. He gave an apology of sorts for interrupting her routine, but she wasn’t having it. She shook her hands, as if to stop him from saying more, and Donny stared with his head tipped to the side. “Me almost killing you is not your fault. You weren’t in my way,” she insisted fervently, “I just happened to lose track of where I was. You sitting there is completely okay.”
Donny took her words at face value; she might have said that all was well, but that wouldn’t stop him from doing what he could to make the situation better as well. After Donny’s promise to keep an eye out for the girl too, she simply blinked back at him with a sideways glance. Was that so wrong of him to offer? Donny didn’t see the harm in it. “Sounds good to me,” she agreed, smiling, then took her leave to begin practicing again. Donny rolled back onto his stomach and gave a half-laugh as he readied his hands over the keyboard. With that little break of sorts, it was time for him to get back to work.
While Donovan was aware of the young woman practicing off to the side, he managed to focus for long enough to finish most of his article. He just needed the perfect way to wrap it up and then he could send it off to the editor to be published. He tapped his chin lightly as he thought, hoping inspiration might strike him. But instead, something quite unexpected landed before him instead. The red haired girl flipped into his vision— quite literally in fact— before landing in front of him and sliding into a split. “Hello again. Welcome back,” Donny greeted her a bit playfully as she placed her elbows against the ground and her chin in her hands, peering up at him inquisitively.
“I just have to ask. Why are you so easy going. Most people would have been irritated that someone disrupted their relaxation time. But not you instead you didn’t care. You even put a little of the blame on yourself…” She was silent for just a moment as she squinted her eyes at him. Donny shifted back slightly, crawling up onto his knees. “Are you some type of psychopath? Or like an alien?” she asked, making Donny laugh. That was certainly an imagination on this one...
“Is easy going a bad thing?” He chuckled before explaining himself calmly and setting his laptop aside. “I wasn’t relaxing, I was working. And I prefer the term ‘extraterrestrial sociopath,’ thank you very much. Donovan Urban, thank you for allowing me to conquer your Earth.” He then leaned forward and added in a deep, playfully frantic, whisper, “Don’t turn me into the cops, they’ll experiment on me!” Was that too much? Maybe it was too much, but apparently Donny only had two levels— completely chill, like ice cold chill, or absolutely and completely mad, institutionally insane. He probably deserved to be probed in Area 51 anyway...
“That’s not it,” she insisted, giving further explanation, “It’s just a dying quality. Most people are so uptight nowadays.” She wasn’t wrong there; Donny had to admit that he’d met his fair share of tight asses in his day, but he felt they were necessary to keep the world spinning in their own way and he loved them all the same. Some people couldn’t help sweating the small stuff, Donny just wasn’t one of those people and would never want to be one of them either. It wasn’t in his nature. The girl smiled at him as he went on, a somewhat encouraging smile that made Donny feel all the more comfortable around her. In fact, Donny was unusually relaxed around her, which was saying something considering his natural easygoing demeanor. There was something familiar and comforting about her presence, and Donny couldn’t help but think about it as he continued his playful introduction.
“Extraterrestrial sociopath”— Donny was kicking himself a bit for that one, but some otherworldly force must have been looking out for him because instead of diagnosing him as clinically insane, the brightly colored girl chuckled and no sound could have been more of a relief for him in that moment than the simple laugh. Her ponytail bobbed slightly as she leaned closer, mirroring his own movements from before. “Now, now Donny. I’m completely skipping the cops and calling area 51…” A cheeky smile crossed her face as she shifted back, and Donny let out a mock gasp. There was more to her teasing though. “The only problem would be that once they got here they’d just try to take me away no matter how much I Kye pleaded to them that I was not the alien you are.” She leaned back even further, still sitting before him in her extravagant fashion. “So you’re lucky today you will not be experimented on,” she promised.
Donovan looked Kye over and let out a small hum. “Not the extraterrestrial?” he mused, playing out how he imagined that encounter in his head, “Just what the alien would say— you’re coming with us, miss.” His mouth curled up in a grin as he nodded in agreement. “Guess you’re out-of-this-world then?” Oh, how cringe-y that joke was, but it didn’t stop Donny. His smile never fell even after he said it. At least the boy was confident in his odd behaviors— you couldn’t fault him for that. “What a relief you’ve seen reason though! That way we’ll both be safe from secretive and intrusive experiments…” He rubbed a hand against the back of his neck, now wearing a slightly sheepish expression. “Ahem— then was that all you wanted to ask me?” he inquired, curiosity yet again getting the better of him. He couldn’t help it though; if she had more questions, that meant she would stay longer and that Donny could potential uncover the reason for the prickling feeling he felt at the back of his mind when he looked at Kye.
The fiery haired girl tossed her ponytail to the side and winked at him. “Don’t you forget it.” She looked like she wanted to be serious, but that didn’t quite work for her as she started to bust up, gasping for air as she laughed with a hand against her stomach. Donny was almost sure that she was going to curl up in a ball of hysteria. When she finally caught her breath, Kye spoke again, “Oh my. I haven’t been able to laugh like that in awhile. I like you Donny. You’re a character.” Donny grinned as she pointed a finger at him. He liked to be liked— much better than the alternative. “I’m glad I could be of service then,” he mused. Donny thought he was relatively clever— maybe you would call it clever in the dumbest most ridiculous way possible, but still clever— he never really got reactions like that though.
A little piece of Donny hoped that wasn’t all she wanted to talk to him about, because frankly, he was enjoying your company. He liked to be around people, and clearly, Kye was a particularly intriguing individual, one who was letting Donny be wholly himself. That was a plus too! She blinked at him as she considered his question, and it seemed that there was something else she was wondering about. “You said you were working. What job do you have that you are able to just pick up your laptop and go outside to work?” Donny followed her gaze to his laptop where it sat beside them as she went on, “Like I’m an acrobat. I can pretty much be anywhere and work on my skills. But you could be doing pretty much anything on your computer.” Donovan pulled the computer over as Kye switched up her sitting position, then decided to use it as a prop of sorts to explain.
“I did say that, and I was,” he agreed, running his finger across the mousepad to wake the screen back up. Once it had booted up again, he gestured to the document that he had open on the screen. “I’m a travel writer,” he explained, “Basically, I travel the world finding the best things to do in each place and then I write about my experiences there with tips and suggestions for planning your own trip.” He scrolled up to the top of the page and pointed to the bolded title at the top. “This particular one is from my trip to Aruba. I only arrived back in New York about a week ago.” He stared fondly at his work with a slight curl of a smile. “The editor of the magazine that sent me there is expecting this piece by tomorrow night at the latest. As for why I’m outside—” Donny threw his arms out wide and gestures to the massive open space around them. “—how could I possibly stay cooped up inside on such a beautiful day?”
Compared to Kye’s earlier inquiries, she was much quieter now, which was what drew Donny’s gaze away from his computer screen to see what she was doing now. She had her eyes closed and seemed to be in an almost ethereal meditative state as the sun beat down against her skin. “You’re job sounds so fantastic.” Donny chuckled lightly as Kye flopped back against the grasp, her eyes still closed. She took a deep breath, her head tilted in Donny’s direction. “It definitely has its perks,” he agreed, head bobbing in a nod. “Tell me about Aruba. I want to live vicariously through you.” He blue eyes twinkled, matching her smile, as they flashed open and she continued on, commenting on the lovely day in New York City. “I wouldn’t want to be in my shoebox of a house either. I mean I made it all the way to Manhattan just to enjoy the day,” she added.
After undoing her hair, Kye focused on the sky above them, though it was pretty clear that she was waiting for Donny to tell her about his trip. He was quiet for a moment before laying down beside her and beginning the tale. “I was only there for a few days, but you can really see and do a lot in a short time if you know what to look for. I spent a lot of time at the beaches— the sand, the surf—” He paused for a moment with a wide grin taking over his expression. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen water as crystal clear as it was there. Like a soft mellow green, absolutely breathtaking… and the white sand beaches? I could have sat at on the shore all day and have never been bored.” He shot a look over at Kye before asking a question of his own, “Hey, have you ever done any traveling yourself?” Kye certainly seemed like a kindred spirit to his own, Donny felt— at least in the sense that she seemed equally as adventurous. It wouldn’t surprise him if she had some captivating trips of her own.