Miss Me?

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

His arms slipped around the small of her back, his hands gently settling as he tried to think about everything that she had told her.

Of course to Kurt...Jamie was just Jamie. He didn't know what she meant by proper, he didn't know what her mother thought better, and he certainly didn't have a real understanding of what would be considered a proper suitor. To The Courier Jamie was already perfect as she was, there was no need to change. Of course, even that thought had it's flaws. Jamie was only human in the end, and although she could never let Kurt down, there were bound to be things that the two of them didn't agree on.

There was already one thing they'd run into.

"You never have to change for me." He gave her a light squeeze and his signature smile, though there was something else.

"She's partially right though." Kurt looked around for a moment, back towards the house, the bigger room. "I know you don't want it now...but...I can never give you something like this. Even if I was rich...if I had the the money of Alric Kuhn or Danger Arceneau...I don't think I could live in a place like this."

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Jamie turned and looked at her childhood home with Kurt. Her hand held onto his as her eyes wandered from each of the windows, to the balcony that overlooked the garden from her bedroom on the third floor, back down to the patio that they had been standing on and the gardens that her father had made especially for her as a little girl. This was essentially everything she'd ever known, everything she'd loved and cared about and felt safe with. But there was more to home than just this. Naboo was home to her, not just where she lived. Her family was home. Kurt was home. She didn't need to be rich, though she certainly didn't complain about it.

"The garden here, my father made it for me. It's beautiful. He worked day and night for weeks getting it just right. He could have hired people to do it for him, but the sentiment was what mattered to him. The joy of seeing my face when I finally got to see it. That was the special part." The blonde knelt down, plucking a small pink star shaped flower with large, blossoming petals and placed it in her hair. "I like to think that's something he gave me, the ability to appreciate sentiment. Sure, this house and everything in it is special to me for obvious reasons, but I don't need it to be happy."

Her eyes shifted back to Kurt again, a small smile painted on her face. "When both of my parents are gone, the estate will pass lawfully to my oldest cousin. Whether or not we're together makes no difference. If I do not retain the Pyne name, I no longer legally own the estate. It's rather simple, and it's a decision I accepted before I ever met you. Besides, my cousin is a wonderful person. I've no issue with him carrying my family's heritage on."

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He frowned for a moment. That system seemed...very wrong to him. Jamie said she was okay with it, but the idea of losing his parents farm to anyone after they died...even a close relative was completely unsettling. His eyes slowly drifted over towards her. Desperately The Courier wanted to believe her. He wanted to believe she could live with him on a tiny farm, in a tiny space ship, anywhere they chose to go. He wanted to believe that she was telling the truth, that she knew what her words meant.

So he did.

"Okay." Was all Kurt said, his hand gently squeezing hers. To him there wasn't much else to be said. They weren't going to plan their future on this single day, they weren't going to take some massive plunging step...well, not another one anyway. As far as he was concerned the conversation was over for now, and slowly he turned back towards her.

"Why don't you show me your room?" He asked with a smile. "I can see where you spent the nights dreaming about your future hero from Tatooine."

His words were accompanied with a smirk.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

The blonde eyed Kurt very cautiously and suspiciously for a long moment, as if she could see wheels in his head beginning to slowly turn.

"Okay." She said slowly. "But don't even think of getting any ideas." Her eyes ran up and down him, as if she was searching for some kind of tell that would give him away. "That's not something I can explain my way out of."

Taking her boyfriend by the hand she turned back, pulling open the door that they'd just exited from and tugged him inside, letting the weight of the door close itself. To the left and up a long sixteen step staircase is where she led him. Along the wall as they ascended the stairs were detailed portraits of the Pyne family, generation after generation. Jamie slowly pointed out and named each of them as they passed them. The closet Pyne relatives to her were her aunt and uncle, as well as her cousins and second cousins. "That is my uncle Pelgatti, he died when I was 13, had trouble with his heart. My aunt died shortly after, but they never found a cause. I think it was just a broken heart and loneliness." Following Pelgatti were her living cousins. "That's Shayne, and Mahavro. Both are a bit older than me and are married. Mahavro has a son, Crolan, he's about 4 years old now. Shayne has a daughter, Tara. She'll be two in a few months!"

Finally they got to the end, which was a photo of her father, Torlen. "Annnnd that's my dad!" The blonde pointed down the hall. "My room is at the end of the hall on the left. It might still be a bit messy from when I left, though. Let me check before you go in!" She said quickly as she began to walk rather quickly towards the bedroom.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

"I would never." Kurt said simply at her accusation before being quickly dragged into the home once more. He looked at the portraits that she pointed out, listening to her ascribe names to each one and telling him a bit of detail. A part of him found it rather endearing but...the larger portion of him thought that the whole thing was a little bit creepy. He could understand family pictures, his parents had them too, but giant portraits? Well there was something rather unsettling about that.

The thought was kept to himself of course.

He moved quickly behind Jamie, grinning slightly as she told him to wait. "You saw my bedroom within ten hours of meeting me."

Kurt could actually have sworn that it had been less time.

"You think it'll matter what your room looks like?" He grinned. "Don't you remember mine?"

Kurt wasn't exactly the most organized person, though his room on The Messa was a bit barren. Still, he managed to make a mess or two without having much in the way of possessions. He had a tendency towards scattered clothes and tossed junk. He was sure Jamie couldn't have been any worse.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

The girl got to the doorway of her bedroom and looked in to see it exactly how she'd left it - clothes scattered across the floor, atop the dresser, over the headboard of her bed. The bed itself unmade, most of her fencing equipment out of its' bags and strewn across her chair. The dresser drawers themselves were all in some fashion of partially open, makeup bag spilled half on the desk, half on the chair. It was awful. Absolutely awful. Her closet, which was in all actuality an entire room on its' own, was a disaster. Shoes of all shapes and sizes were cluttered together, shirts and dresses were disorganized. It was just that Jamie was always so busy she rarely had enough time for herself, let alone to clean up her bedroom.

The girl leaned between the doorway with her arms extended against either side of the frame. "It's terrible Kurt, no...You're going to think I'm some kind of animal!" Her face quickly flushed to a vibrant pink as she tried to block him from seeing over her shoulder or past her. "Really, it's bad...I mean, bad." She swallowed nervously, biting her lip.

"I haven't cleaned up in, well, I don't know how long."

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He tried to bite back a laugh. "You should see my room back on Tatooine."

That actually was a point, though his mother usually cleaned his room when he wasn't on the planet. Whenever he returned to Tatooine though his room would invariably become a complete mess. Unlike The Messa his room on the farm was not at all barren of vacant of possessions. In his room on Tatooine he had trophies, medals, posters, half a dozen action fingers, and dozens of small toys and trinkets that he had collected over the course of his lifetime.

If Jamie thought she could produce a mess...she'd seen nothing yet.

"Come on." Kurt said as he pushed forward and gently rested his hand on her hips. "Show me."

His head swiveled around to make sure no one was watching, his hands pulling her closer to tug her tight against himself.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Jamie sighed, she'd forgotten about the state of the room she'd left it in before rushing off with Keira. Biting her lip she stood off to the side inside the room and let Kurt see. One hand fell to the opposite arm as she cringed looking around at everything all over the place. "It's....Not usually this bad." That was only partially true. She was terrible at maintaining her bedroom. It was something her mother constantly berated her for, but she just never could find the time.By now everything was more or less an organized state of mess for her.

Ignoring the clutter her bedroom was something quite remarkable. The two windows on either side of the grand balcony glass door had a gold trim around them, with a flower banner above the door arch that spelled her name in preserved petals. It looked rather old but still vibrant. In the corner of the room was a writing desk, one that currently had some papers trapped beneath the previously mentioned spilled makeup, her bed had floral teal sheets with lace pillow cases for the four pillows, along with a bright pink body pillow that sat just in front of the headboard. The bed curtains on each of the posts were currently opened and tied back. Her dresser was long, being eight drawers, four on each side. A long, high mirror spanned across its' entire length. A holoprojector was built into the ceiling along with a drop-down screen so that she could watch videos from her bed, and hide away the screen when not needed.

Then there was the massive walk-in closet that some would consider an entirely different room it was so large. This was where all of Jamie's extravagant ballgown dresses were, as well as her more formal attire on one side. Separate from those were her everyday clothes on the other side, not that one could easily tell given the sorry state of affairs they were currently in. Along her walls were dozens of academic achievement awards, fencing tournament awards, community service recognitions, and photo collages that were clearly made by her. Many of them spanned her childhood.

"Just remember, you asked."

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

The first thing he thought of wasn't about the mess. It wasn't about the trophies, the gold trim, or anything at all that Jamie had been worried about, the first thing he thought of, the very first thing that Kurt found running through his head was; This room is bigger then my house.

It wasn't entirely accurate, the Farm was probably slightly bigger, but in terms of squarefootage? He was betting things weren't so far off.

Oddly enough however, he found that the thought didn't really bother him. They'd had this talk. She'd said she didn't care, she said it didn't matter, and Kurt had believed her. The idea was simply amusing to him now, much more so than the mess that was scattered about the room. Kurt rounded on his girlfriend, offering her a smirk and looking down at her, his hands slowly wandering back towards her hips to slowly pull her close as he shot her a mischievous grin.

"So..." He began. "Bit of a Gamorrean are we?"

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Her hands settled on his atop her hips, pushing them away slowly as she stared him down with a vicious glare.

"I said no funny business Kurt Meyer!" The scolding came in the form of a harsh, sharp whisper. She then side-stepped her boyfriend and began to slowly pickup some of the clothes that were just about everywhere. Just behind the door was a small chute that she began shoving the clothes into, leaving them to disappear down to wherever it was they were going. The girl had a laundry chute directly into the lower level of the estate. It made things easier, not having to carry an enormous amount of clothes down several flights of stairs every week.

"I am not a Gamorrean! I'm just a busy person and organizing my room just isn't one of the things at the top of that list." Is this even dirty!? Who knows. She continued simply tossing more and more into the chute. "You can sit on my bed if you like, it's the most comfortable thing in the whole galaxy!" Maybe an exaggeration, but to her it was the most comfortable thing she'd ever slept on. The price tag that came along with it was rather exorbitant as well.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

Kurt shrugged and silently carried himself over to the bed. He wasn't going to argue against her accusation of trying something, she wouldn't believe him anyway! Probably. Instead he threw himself onto the bed. The fluffy mattress rebounded slightly for a second, then gave way as he slowly sank into it. The Courier kicked off his shoes at the same time, making sure that he didn't get them on the bed. He might have been from Tatooine but his mother did teach him some manners after all.

A loud breath passed his lips, eyes closing.

"You don't have to worry babe." Kurt said quietly, clearly still tired. He'd slept quite a bit on the trip here, but healing had taken quite a bit out of him. The wound was mostly better now, but it was still in the process of mending completely. It was half a miracle that there hadn't been any permanent damage. "You know I don't care about that stuff."

He really didn't. "I just want you to be comfortable."

Beyond that, nothing else really mattered.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

That was the aspect of crazy she got from her mother. The incessant need to keep up the appearance for guests. Even if Kurt didn't care, didn't judge her, she judged herself through his eyes. Where he saw nothing, she saw uncleanliness, disorganization, and the inability to keep a rather simple thing, her bedroom, orderly. "It's....It's just...." She hadn't the words to explain to him quite what she meant. Her mother was an absolute neat freak. The fact that she hadn't already scolded her about the bedroom was simply because a guest was already present. Melinda likely hoped that Jamie would simply avoid taking Kurt on a tour of her bedroom. The woman should have known better by now.

"Anyway, this is where I spent every night for 18 years until a few months ago. Not much to look at, really."

Jamie stepped over a small pile of clothing she'd made in the center of the room to the nightstand beside her bed. Atop it was a picture of her and her parents when she was about seven years old. She had on a wide brimmed straw hat and a bright yellow dress, braided hair and a basked of flowers. She was holding onto her father, with each parent kneeling on either side of their daughter. It was quite adorable really. The blonde lifted it from the table and looked it over for a few quiet moments, before turning it and showing Kurt.

"This was me as a kid. It's my favorite picture." If it hadn't been abundantly clear by now, Jamie put a lot of sentiment into pictures of the people she was close with.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

Kurt reached out towards Jamie, leaning slightly to wrap his arm around her and pull her onto the bed.

He didn't quite manage to get her all the onto it, but at the very least she sat herself down on the edge of it. He laid around her half awkwardly, looking at the picture. He tried to recognize where they were, but not being a Naboo native it was quiet difficult. A small smile crept onto his face. "It's nice."

It was. He could remember a few similar pictures at home, hanging in the middle of the hallway as you first entered the farmhouse. He wondered briefly if his mother and father had any pictures of their parents, whether or not they were passed down and kept. The idea seemed odd to him, mostly because he wasn't very sentimental himself. After a moment more he thought about the Camera that Jamie had lost back on Spira along with half of their other stuff.

"We'll have to get you a new camera." Kurt commented. "So you can take more pictures while we're here."

That would be important.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Gently Jamie placed the photo back atop the nightstand, though kept her eyes on the picture for another minute before turning back to Kurt.

"Do you know why photos are so special to me? They capture happy moments of history that can never be recreated. They're living memories that are never forgotten. They're comforting to behold even when everything else seems lost, or confusing, or awful." She was just the opposite of Kurt in that aspect. Jamie was an incredibly sentimental person. The smallest gesture of kindness, a heartfelt gift, and even a simple picture with someone she loved was enough to make her beam with happiness. "Pictures are evidence that we found happiness in someone else."

She left Kurt with a kiss on the forehead before she stood back up to lift up the rather large pile of clothes and bring them to the chute, pushing them down bit by bit until her arms were once again free.

"I'd like that." She replied, answering his camera suggestion. "The place I bought that last one is in Theed. Maybe they'll have a newer model I can pick up."

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

"Probably." He said quietly. "Camera's are like ships."

He motioned with his hand in a circular manner. "They come out with a newer prettier model every month."

Kurt had never owned a camera, but he knew well enough from walking the markets of Tatooine that new models would always come out. Even back in Mos Espa people always clamored to have the newest thing. Of course on Tatooine the newest thing was about...six months older then it would be on Naboo.

Either way though, it was always the same.

"We can check tomorrow." Kurt said with a yawn. "Maybe get you a nice sundress too."

 

[Jamie Pyne]

"I'd like that."

For a moment she wondered where her camera was that was lost on Spira. Had someone else picked it up? Was it damaged by the rain? Was it still sitting exactly where she'd left it? There was a small frown that quickly washed away as she shook off the lingering thoughts. Jamie pushed closed the door to the bedroom and crawled back up onto the bed. She laid on her left side facing Kurt, her hand gently rubbing his arm as she tried to control her urge to finish picking up the room.

"This went better than I honestly expected, even with my mother's craziness."

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

"Well." He said quietly. "I am pretty great."

The joke came out without any real thought to it.

In truth he suspected that he'd been far more nervous then Jamie had been, especially considering that he'd nearly ran away several times throughout the several minutes of walking from the Taxi to her front door. It had been a strange...but very tempting thought. "I didn't really meet your mom though."

He pointed out quietly.

Perhaps that craziness was still to come. He had earned her fathers approval, but her mother had yet to say more then two words to him. That worried him slightly, but according to Jamie her father would...reign everything in. He wasn't quite sure what to think of that, mostly because Kurt's own father had little to no chance of ever controlling his mother. In their relationship it was very clear that his mom wore the pants at all times and his dad...his dad just kind of went along.

Not that the old man minded much.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Jamie lifted and dropped one shoulder, looking at Kurt with a relatively passive expression. "I guess." The girl's eyes rolled, "That's just how she is. We've never seen eye to eye on what I want for myself. Both of my parents came from well established, wealthy families. They married both to continue that and to do the work they did together. It was more out of convenience than anything. My father is just more understanding of the way I feel than she is."

If Jamie didn't grow up to be an exact copy of her mother than it was less than what her mother wanted. There was honestly no way she was going to ever live up to those standards, so it wasn't as if she made any concerted effort to do so. Once she became a teenager every day was a different battle between the two.

"I wouldn't worry about it, really. She'll get over it, just like everything else."

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

His arm slowly snaked around her, his hand wrapping onto her hip as he pulled her further onto the bed and against him. "I suppose I'll find out."

He mused for a moment.

"How long will we stay?" Kurt wasn't eager to leave...okay he wasn't that eager to leave, he just wanted to know what Jamie had in mind for this little leg of their trip. He doubted that Kaile would mind all that much having The Messa to herself for a little bit longer. She was likely flying loopty loops all around some asteroid field somewhere, nearly burning out the engines and causing a mess for when Kurt eventually returned to the starship. "Not that I'm eager to run."

He frowned for a moment as he thought about what running would actually entail, especially since their only way off world had been detained.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

"Two days." She said, rather firmly. "It's all I think I will be able to handle of my mother before she sends me into a state of anxiety."

The girl nestled into Kurt's embrace a bit more comfortably. "That gives us enough time to see the city as well." She then remembered back on the ship, the tapestries she'd seen and had questions about.

"That reminds me! I wanted to ask my father about those symbols we saw back on our ship." She'd have to find the right time, perhaps over dinner? That seemed like a good time to talk about a mystery!

"I know you're not really eager to stick around, I know this isn't really your type of place. I could see it in your eyes the whole time we were downstairs. You don't have to lie about wanting to leave." She knew Kurt was a polar opposite in terms of upbringing to her, and that this was entirely alien to him, just as she knew that visiting Tatooine would likely bring out the same time of unease he was feeling here. What mattered to her was that they were there for each other and made the best out of the situation. Jamie wasn't quite confident in meeting Kurt's family either, figuring they would take her for some stuck up girl who wanted to change Kurt into something else, or look down on him and his family for their way of life, when in fact that was the furthest thing from the truth.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]