HARRIS, BENTLEY JULIAN[WIP]

[BENTLEY HARRIS]

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NAME: bentley julian harris
NICKNAME: ben or bentley
AGE: twenty-six
D.O.B: october 22, 1985
SEXUALITY: straight
MEMBERGROUP: resident
OCCUPATION: flight attendant & writer
I LOOK LIKE: alex pettyfer

LIKES: coffee, parties, taking walks, football, chick flicks (shh!), his job, traveling, meeting new people, goofing off & reading
DISLIKES: cherry flavoring, cats, being alone, smoking (yeah, he's tried it), sleezy men, being talked down too, bad company, working short flights, his family, & break ups (others or his own)
STRENGTHS: extremely smart, ladies man, & athletic
WEAKNESSES: untrusting, slight temper, & likes revenge
QUIRKS: cracks his knuckles, almost always writes in cursive, & overly friendly with strangers
SECRETS: He lost contact with his parents at age sixteen when they kicked him out of their boston home.

HOMETOWN: boston, mass.
WEALTH STATUS: middle class
PARENTS: alison & brian harris
SIBLINGS: dontae harris, amelia harris, lucy harris
OTHER SIGNIFICANT PEOPLE: Don Harris-uncle
PETS: spanky & stella-domestic long hair cats
HISTORY:
*parents met three months before Bentley was conceived
*accidental pregnancy, mother was seventeen
*Bentley's father felt guilty and asked Alison to marry him, turns out that they were the perfect couple
*They lived in Boston, and still do
*Dontae came five years after Bentley
*Amelia came seven years after Bentley
*Lucy came eleven years after Bentley
*They were a semi-happy family for a good sixteen years
*When Bentley turned sixteen he got into a bit of trouble with the Boston police
*A group of his friends were drinking the the local park
*He was caught by an officer who was a close friend of his father and was driven home in the cop car
*His father was furious even though the officer simply let him off with a warning
*

HI, MY NAME IS WINTEC I'M SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD AND I FOUND EMPIRE STATE OF MIND THROUGH WHATEVER T TAKES. I LIVE IN THE EASTERN TIMEZONE AND I'M PRETTY AWESOME, YOU KNOW? JUST TAKE A LOOK AT MY SKILLS BELOW!

[Rules were meant to be broken, right? Well at least that’s how Bentley saw them. I mean the same goes for laws and people break those all the time. The legal drinking age for example; twenty-one. Bentley knew more than twenty-one people under the age of twenty-one who drank, what does that tell ya? Hell, Bentley has been known to drink and he’s only eighteen. Not that he goes out and gets slammed; he is a social drinker for the most part. A few shots here and there, what’s the harm in having a bit of fun? Although, there is reasons that laws and rules exist, to keep people safe for one. Then again, a drunk twenty-one year old is just as “dangerous” as a drunken teenager; or at least that’s how Bentley saw it. Rules were meant to be broken, simple enough. “Hey now,” he said with brows raised, “I do almost everything you say. Maybe not the way you want it done, but it gets done either way.” He said with a teasing smile. He knew she had been kidding; she wasn’t the clingy do as I say type of girl. At least she had a good sense of humor; for that he was eternally grateful.

"What teenager wants to have to hang out at their parents house all summer right?"

This he agreed with. His parents were filthy rich and gave him anything and everything he ever wanted. Now, though, he wanted to cut the cord and make his own life; not the life his parents tried to mold him into. His father was a big business man who owned a company in Boston. After an early retirement the man took up and interest in racehorses and has been addicted to racing ever since. He currently has two racing colts and a filly in training. It’s his passion, but it’s not what Bentley wants. He doesn’t want to be a big business man, nor does he want to be a racing rat. Personally, Bentley plans on going to school for medicine.

His stomach still hurt for several minutes as Brooklyn took her place in his arms. Yeah, ok, messing with Mark’s mind wasn’t the nicest thing to do but he found it quite entertaining. That guy, along with several other employees, had given him hell over being “scared” of playing their perverted games. Honestly, Bentley just didn’t want Brooklyn to hear a story about how he may or may not have hit on some goddess of a customer. The last thing Bentley needed was a rumor going around with his name attached to it.

Being put outside your comfort zone is a good thing. Hence, why Bentley would push people to their limits at times. He knew very well that what he made Brooklyn do wasn’t something she would attempt normally. However, sometimes it’s better to get yourself out there. “He’ll get over it,” Bentley said plainly, “He’s a big boy,” he paused, a curious smile playing across his face, “In fact, he’s probably decided to switch his preference to men seeing that you’re such a bad kisser,” he said with as much seriousness that he could muster. That wasn’t true of course, but what’s the harm in teasing?

Bentley waited patiently for Brooke to state her dare for him now. Finally she moved in, brushed a kiss against his cheek and stood up, arms extended. Bentley took her hands and hoisted himself off the floor, “Oh no,” he said rolling his eyes. She stated her dare and he hid his face in his palms. He shook his head and let his hands drop to his sides. Like a little kid he sighed heavy. “Do I have to?” he felt Brooklyn pushing him in the direction that Mark had walked off. He spun himself around to face her and grabbed her wrists in his hands, “Come on now, that’s just cruel, don’t make me apologize; you’re the one who kissed him!” he smiled widely as he fought against her. He allowed himself to slide backwards on the slicks floors before he regained his strength causing them to stand at a standstill. The stood still for a moment, nothing could be heard but the occasional voices over the walky-talky that was attached to Bentley’s belt. A charming smile spread across his lips. He leaned in as if to kiss her but at the last second he grab her around the waist and lifted her onto his shoulder. He found her fairly light as he carried her up and down the aisles. He was moving at a fairly fast walk with a smile on his face.Some customers in the woman’s clothing department stared curiously at him as he caried Brooklyn through the maze of racks.

Moments later they were in the camping department. Several blow up mattresses sat out on the floor. Bentley picked the bright blue one that was dead center and slowly released Brooke from his grip onto it’s velvet surface. A face of absolute delight upon his face as he did so.

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