HARRIS, BENTLEY JULIAN

[BENTLEY JULIAN HARRIS]

( BENTLEY JULIAN HARRIS )

( TWENTY-TWO , BOARDER , ALEX PETTYFER )
( OPTOMISTIC, SWEETHEART , "BROKEN" , HOPELESS ROMANTIC , CHARMING)[/center]

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Bentley has always been the tall dark and handsome type. He's always been told that he looks like that sexy beast Alex Pettyfer, but he doesn't see it. He's finally stopped growing and now stands at 6'2. He weighs just over 185 pounds but believe me, it's mostly muscle. His hair is a dirty blonde and usually in medium length, although a shorter cut isn't always out of the picture. Sometimes you need a change, you know? Anyways, his eyes are dark and very expressive. You can usually tell his mood from his eyes. However, whatever his mood, Bentley is always wearing a smile. Thank god for braces, otherwise it would be a highly crooked smile. Style wise, Bentley is pretty much all over the place. He could wear just about anything and be totally comfortable.

First impressions? Everyone automatically assumes that since he's rich he has to be a stuck up snob. In all reality? Bentley is the sweetest, most humble boy you will ever meet. Sure he has money, but he's not one to flaunt it. He just feels it was luck that dropped him into this life of luxury, nothing else. Bentley finds it comical when people approach him for the first time expecting him to be a total.......prick? Boy does he surprise them. Although, not many other boys approached him in his high school days. Maybe because he's got all the right moves and is a total ladies man. Bentley is the type to open doors, pull out chairs, and carry the books of any girl; that's what he was taught to do by his father. Again he's like that with every girl; he's just naturally poised and gentleman-like. Bentley is always confident in himself which has restricted the use of his "filter". This boy will say whatever is on his mind no matter what. This nearly always gets him into trouble but he sees the "no filter" thing being a good trait. Who doesn't like someone who speaks their mind? This also makes him quite the joker, or I guess he's more of a teaser. He loves to fool around but the best part is, he knows when to stop. All n all, Bentley is sweetest and funniest guy you may ever meet. If you haven't mustered up the courage to talk to him yet this is your chance! I assure you he doesn't bite.

likes: coffee, parties, taking walks, horses (of course), chick flicks (shh!), & reading
dislikes: cherry flavoring, cats, being alone, smoking (yeah, he's tried it), sleazy men, being talked down too, & seeing others upset
strengths: extremely smart, ladies man, & athletic
weaknesses: tends to let his fears get to him, short temper, & likes revenge

mother: alison harris
father: brian harris
siblings: veronica harris & elena harris
significant other (s): nothing stable, plenty of ex's
pets: border collie named piper
hometown: boston, mass.; USA

Bentley was born in the United States but Ireland has been his home for most of his life. Howevr, Boston, Massachusetts was his first home. His grandfather owned several nice quality show horses, so Bentley was showing ponies before he hit the 1st grade. He simply fell in love with the creatures and you couldn’t get him away from the barn. He had big dreams and he was determined to chase them. He quickly started jumping nice sized fences. Taking home huge ribbons and trophies, winning big championships in his division, everything was perfect. His big plans in Boston were cut short, however. When Bentley hit fifth grade his father was offered a corporate position in Ireland. It was hard to refuse. The Harris family packed up and headed across the pond to central Ireland.. The ajustment was hard, but it was for the best. Bentley aquired several horses to show making him an even better rider. The fences got higher and higher and soon enough he was dominating the jumper circut in britain by age 15. . Olympic hopes were starting to creep over him by age sixteen.

He made great friends amongst his showing team and got to ride amazing horses. His mother and father bought him his first horse when he turned sixteen. A 17 hh warmblood gelding named To the Max. The pair took home dozens of ribbons every weekend with no sign of stopping. They ruled the ring for three years together. As Bentley got older he realized that he needed to branch out if he ever wanted to make it to bigger and better things so he sold the beloved gelding. For the next year, Travis mainly catch rode as many show jumpers as he could. He had missed out on riding different horses for the last three years and was ready to gain experience on different mounts.

In the summer of his twenty first birthday, Bentley was made an amazing offer on one of his visits to England. A trainer approached him; telling him how wonderful he thought Bentley’s riding was. He said Bentley seemed to have a real gift with horses and he should be seen by the world. The Trainer asked Bentley to ride his up-and-coming mare in a jumper class the next day to see how they got along. Bentley never declined an offer to ride someone’s horse. He agreed and took a test ride on the delightful bay mare. It went perfectly! The next morning the pair prepared to ride in a jumper class together.

That’s when everything went downhill. The pair entered the ring with poise and class. They cleared the first combination with ease and were heading into a turn to a three bar. It had rained quite hard the night before leaving the footing quite sloppy. They approached the three bar and Bentley waited for the mare’s lift to send him into two point. He waited and waited and waited. They were right on top of the jump when she stopped dead in her tracks. However, the mare was determined and tried to jump from a standstill. She reared up and lost her balance. Bentley was trapped between the thousand pound mare and the ground with nowhere to go. The rest was a blur. The mare had landed on top of him.

Bentley awoke three weeks later in the hospital. The damage was done. He suffered a severe concussion, a broken pelvis, a dislocated shoulder, a fractured arm, a collar bone injury and four broken ribs. He was in the hospital for another two months recovering. He was sent home to Ireland in a wheel chair. He has since gone to physical therapy and regained most function. He still has a slight limp but that’s minor to what could have happened. He has sworn never to ride ever again, and has lived by that oath to this day. Its not that he can’t ride, he’s been cleared to do flat work and maybe some small jumps but he just can’t get himself to do it. The fear is ever lingering.

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Dancing had always come naturally to Travis. He had a good sense of rhythm and could easily stay in sync with just about anyone. He had to have gone to at least twenty high school dances and was always the first one out with whichever girl we was escorting. The girl was hardly ever thrilled with the idea of being the first on the dance floor but Travis always made them comfortable. He could handle having all eyes on him; maybe it was because he rode? In the show ring he always had eyes on him. Staring was never something he minded. If they didn’t appreciate what he was doing they didn’t have to watch. He had never taken any formal classes; he acquired his knowledge from watching others. He always believed that dance was so beautiful and was always a good way to a girls heart.

He appreciated the fact that Azaria could keep in constant motion with him. She let him lead her and didn’t do anything to drastic. Travis recalled some of the prom dates he had. They always tried to “drive” him and do crazy outrageous dance steps, why couldn’t they just keep it simple? A smile never left his face as he released her from his grip. She had taken dance lessons, go figure. Travis sat on the couch contently, stretching his arms across the back board. He sighed; did he really just meet his dream girl?

His attention was called back upon her as she spoke. Apparently her father talked a bit more than a little about him. Azaria described him as a crazed fan girl, this made him laugh. He had plenty of those, but none that were present in the body of a middle aged man. The image that popped into his head made him laugh even more. He wiped a tear from his eye as she continued. Her next words ceased his laughing.

“….but I don’t see Travis the ex-show jumper, I just see Travis.”

Those were just about the best words he had ever heard. He looked away from her quickly, staring out the window. Not many understood what he went through. Most everyone he came in contact with judged him on his riding and not his overall self. All they ever wanted to talk about was his accident and how he ALMOST made it. What if he had made it? He assumed they wouldn’t try and talk about it as much as they do now. He had it rough when it came to people, he was glad she understood that.

”He just might be your number one fan back home,”

Travis let his eyes slip back to face Azaria again. He managed to stretch a smile at her words. “I wonder what he’d say if you told him that you met this Travis Moore,” he paused, his smile widened. “And that the ex-show jumper tried to seduce you and succeeded.” He smiled, looking up at the clock on the wall. 5:25. Travis’s eyes widened as he jumped off the couch. He had a lesson in five minutes!

He grabbed his wallet, shoving it down his back pocket. “I have to get going, I have a lesson to teach.” He shrugged rolling his eyes. He took two steps towards the door before running back to the coffee table and grabbing the nearest piece of paper. He wrote his name followed by a phone number. “Here,” he said, extending his arm towards Azaria. “If you ever want to get together, or if you feel like getting laid,” he paused, chuckling loudly, “don’t be afraid to call,” he loosened his grasp on the paper as she took it from his hand. Grabbing her other hand, he left a light kiss upon it before walking towards the door. He looked over his shoulder one last time before leaving, “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around,” and with that he ran out the door, hoping his student wasn’t waiting for him.

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