Cali & Tex by collin english

Collin: … And night blooming jasmine! I love the Mediterranean. I
may be what i like most about California -- that it reminds me of the
Mediterranean.


Trish: Me too. It's like the Med married a cowboy. Love it!
I always thought of California as Texas' girlfriend. Strange?

C: California as Texas' girlfriend. That's so funny. And cute. Why does
that seem like something you would think?

T: I'm a hopeless romantic.

C: Yes, but with a grand view. Talk about an interstate love affair: California, the hottie with the cool ocean breaze in her hair, toes in
the sand, pacific across her feet. Texas, the, uhhh, ass in dusty
boots and a huge hat being all: "Howdy ma'am" and stuff. i can see it
now.

T: You totally understand me.

C: He looks at her and says: "You're as clear as a sweet spring day, Miss
Cali." He tips his hat and smiles.
"Aww, Tex," she blushes,"...you're so sweet... hey, you're stepping on
my towel."

T: Towel..? What? Because of the ocean?

C: Cali tugged at the towel under the toe of Tex's dirt burnished boot.
The waves washed across her feet and onto the towel. "Why am I on a
towel so close to the ocean?" Cali asked the narrator. The narrator
paused thoughtfully and replied: "Good question."

T: what is your obsession with this towel?

C: then as suddenly and as mysteriously as it appeared the towel
vanishes. Neither Cali nor Tex noticed because at this moment their
eyes were locked in a moment of such portent and anticipation that
Cali had to look away. The waves shwooshed across the sands.

"It's been so long Tex."

"Two years, Cali. That's a spell. And don't you look as sweet as ever."

"Why do you have to go up there this afternoon? You just got here?
Stay. We'll have lunch. Have some drinks. You know: get reaquinted..."

"I'd love to baby, but I gotta get this business out of the way first.
You look so good honey. I feel like I'm seeing the ocean for the first
time...Why didn't I take you back to Texas with me?

"You tried...remember...? You did try." She laughs and glances at him,
his eyes glitter with the light off the ocean.

"Will I see you at the Hurley's little soire tonight?" She asked.
Looking out to sea again and feeling his eyes on her neck and
shoulders, "or are you going to be too tied up with your business up
in Bakersfield to get back tonight...?"

"I'll be there, baby. I didn't come all this way just to miss a
magical evening with my best girl". His smile is warm and broad.