Thread: Home Is Where The Heart Is [Lyssa/Tune Mizu]

RE Home Is Where The Heart Is Rachel Carmichael The smooth drawl Rachel Winters heard came from none other than Billy MacLeod. He stood next to her booth wearing a smile and a denim jacket, and if she looked closely, shed noticed that his grin was still the same one that he would flash around when they were younger. He was older now, a light dusting of gray in his dark hair. He had facial hair now, too. Dark eyes were shining with old memories and though he could tell that she was older too, to Billy, Rachel looked just like she did the day he left that old town and chased after his dream. Well I guess youre Rachel Winters now. He slid into the booth across from her, his long legs a little scrunched underneath the small table, but he didnt let it show. Billy put his forearms on the table and leaned on them, still smirking like the cocky little kid Rachel was likely to remember. I cant believe youre back It had been years Billy left the town before her but he still remembered Rachel and her little girl. After he and John left, Donny kept tabs on Rachel and how she was doing, and he was the one who told him that their little wallflower got married to some huge big shot out in Hollywood. It sounded crazy at the time but he found the announcement in the papers and couldnt nearly believe his own eyes. Rachel Carmichael married and living on the west coast. It was like some kind of dream. But then again, dreams were made to be broken. His had been. He knew from an early age that he wanted to ride horses for a living. It was in his blood. But his father wanted more for his boy and the older that Billy got, the more he pushed for the boy to get an education. Maybe it was just to piss the old man off, but Billy stopped studying and let his grades slip. Then he dropped out of school altogether once the rodeo circuit made a pass by their small town. Damn his father had been furious but nothing could stop a young man bent on living his dream. And he did. For a while. He was a star in the tri-state area, a local legend. He won a handful of titles and cash prizes, and he was able to support himself for a long, long run. But it all went to his head. A country boy who just loved horses wasnt ready for all the stress that came from having to continuously perform night after night, breaking his body and his mind down until he eventually ran both into the ground with a mixture of women and whiskey. Penniless, he had no choice but to return home. Home hadnt changed much Except that he wasnt a hero anymore. He was a drunk and a womanizer, and no one wanted to hire him after hearing those things about him. He was a laughing stock. An example to be pointed out to children dont become like Billy MacLeod. Thankfully his brother, Donny, took him in gave him a roof over his head But it wasnt for free. Nothing was. And reluctantly, Billy took a job at the Harrison Saw Mill breathing in sawdust every day just to make enough money to cover his share of the bills and give Donny a reason to let him sleep on his couch. But he never forgot about his dream. So when he saw Rachels ad in the paper, he just had to respond. He recognized the farm, the name It was like a second chance just waiting for him to grab onto it. He knew that of all the people in town, Rachel would understand. She knew that hed be worth a second chance. Sorry about your mom Donny and I went to the funeral. He sighed and motioned for the waitress to bring him a cup of coffee. How are you holding up?