18 July 2012
This one's pretty long and took me a while to do. Hope you like reading it as much as I liked writing it :)
I watched Drew pick at the bowl full of dry cereal for a while, more playing with it than she was eating it. "Drew, seriously, I'm dying here" I sighed, sitting across from her at the breakfast bar. She glanced guiltily up at me, but still continued to push the crunchy wheat cereal around the bowl with her index finger. Oh, Drew. She really wasn't helping her case. "Ok, come on" I stood up abruptly, pushing the chair in and folding my arms across my chest. Drew looked confused at my sudden enthusiasm. "Huh? Where are we going?". Even though she tried to hide it, you could see the relief in her eyes when she realised she didn't have to eat. That was so wrong. It was meant to be the other way around. She was meant to be so hungry that she'd say that stupid Southern saying her Pops always said. "I'm so hungry I could eat a horse, and have room for the saddle". Every time he said it, Drew would roll her eyes and sigh, but you could tell she loved it really. "Just get dressed. Wear something warm" I instructed as she stood from the chair. Ten minutes later, we stood in front of Dallas' stable, Drew still absolutely clueless. "Care to explain?". "Well, last night, I had an idea, an idea that will hopefully tire you enough to make you sleep, and make you hungry enough to eat". She gave me a look saying "Never gonna happen". Let's just wait and see. I unbolted the stable and walked in, greeting the friendly horse with a gentle smooth down her back. I took the lead rope from the peg, and clipped it on her head collar, easing her out of the stable "Come on girl". The soft click of her hooves told me she was on her way out, and I tried to confidently take the lead to the.... Whatever you call it. It's one of those wooden bars where they tie up the horses. "Justin, what are you doing?" Drew tried to hold back a laugh, but I kept going with my plan, confident it would work. "Last time I saw you riding, you were so happy. I want you to be like that again". Another ten minutes later, and we had two horses (Dallas, and Blair, her Pops' horse), saddled up and in the field. "Justin? Do you even know how to ride?" Drew giggled as we let the horses have free rein for a while, just chatting and laughing together. "Uh, well, I've seen western movies". Drew began to laugh softly, shaking her head. Oh if only she knew I wasn't joking. But seriously, how hard could it be? It looked easy in movies, so it had to be easy in real life, right? Wrong. Joking, it wasn't actually that hard. All you had to do was use the reins to tell the horse where to go, and nudge it gently in the side to make it go. It was easier than driving a lawn mower, and trust me, I have had bad experiences with those things... I'm literally shivering at the thought of a lawn mower, that's how petrified I am. "So, whose horse is faster?" I asked, challenging Drew as we walked the horses across the green, luscious field. "Oh Dallas for sure". "Haha. Yeah like. Look at her, she's... you know... pudgy". Drew gasped, placing one hand on her chest "She is not pudgy! She's just... sturdy". "Pudgy". "Sturdy". "Pudgy". "Fine she's a little bit pudgy". As if on queue, Dallas let out a neigh of defence, making us both laugh. "Blair is like a race horse. I bet we'd win against you pudgy people" I chuckled. Drew's smile grew mischievous, and as I tried to restart my heart for the eighteenth time that day, she called out "Race you to the bottom of the field!" and sped off on Dallas. "Hey! No fair! You got a head-start!". I immediately raced after her, feeling the pure muscle of Blair's body and hearing the sound of his thundering hooves. It didn't matter that they'd gotten a head start, we caught up easily, the green grass and apple trees flying by in a blur. "Eat my dirt Texas!" I called, going galloping past her and Dallas. Blair seemed to agree with my statement, as he threw his head up in the air, letting out a neigh of excitement and adrenaline. God, why hadn't I done this sooner? It's totally awesome. I won the race, in case you were wondering, and when Dallas and Drew finally caught up to us, Blair did a little trot on the spot, rubbing it in as much as I wanted to. "Thank you, thank you very much" I bowed to the imaginary crowd as Drew gave me a glare. "You're a frustrating winner". "And you're a sore loser". Our glares turned into smiles, and eventually laughs. "I love this horse!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air as Drew laughed at how stupid I probably looked. "Get off, and you'll hate him". Huh? I decided to take her word for it, clambering off the warm-blooded (Legendary, awesome, cool, fly, I could go on forever, but I'm trying to be sophisticated when I tell you about this stuff, so, warm-blooded) animal. I dropped to the ground, and immediately felt like my legs were about to fall off. "Holy fuck!" I cursed, bending down and putting my hands above my knees. "I know right? You get used to it though" Drew chuckled as Dallas shuffled about on the spot, urged to run again. "Fuck I am never getting used to this". I turned to Blair "I thought you liked me man? What, so it's gonna be like that? Just screw with my legs and then trot off into the sunset?" I smiled as he leaned down and tugged the grass from the roots, munching on it satisfactorily. Drew jumped down from Dallas, reaching under her (pudgy) stomach and un-doing the saddle. She slid it off Dallas' (sturdy, just to make Drew happy) body, and laid it down on the grass. I laughed when Dallas shook. Yes, shook, like a dog. Shook her entire body, as if she was soaking wet and had just come inside the house. "Come on, hop on" Drew smiled, patting Dallas' back. Me? Was she talking to me? No, Justin, she's talking to Blair, obviously. Duh? "But she's got no saddle on". Drew rolled her eyes "Thank you, captain obvious. Just get on" she giggled, and I decided if it was Drew, then maybe I could do what she said. Hold on. What if this was a trick. What if Dallas was going to go galloping off into the sunset with me clinging on for dear life? "You get on first" I said warily, and Drew bit her lip. "I can't. I'm too short. I need you to pull me up" she muttered, embarassed. I had to laugh. I just had to. It was so funny, and cute. "Don't laugh! It's not funny. I have height issues" she whimpered as I clambered on - with ease, cuz I was so tall :). I took Drew's hand and pulled her up in front of me, her back pressed tight to my chest. "Comfy?" I teased, sliding my hands around her waist and taking the reins. "Very" she giggled, and I could tell she was blushing. "Where to?" I asked, leaning my head over her shoulder. "Somewhere. Anywhere". Still blushing. Bright red. Like a tomato. Except, Drew was way cuter than a tomato. She was like a strawberry. Like a perfect, sexy strawberry. Ok, getting kinda weird. Shut up brain. Jesus. Sometimes, you creep yourself out man.
"I am sooooo tired" Drew groaned as we entered the house. She collapsed down on the sofa, squeezing her eyes tight shut. "Don't you dare go to sleep yet Drew Texas. You're eating first" I called, entering the kitchen and searching the fridge for something edible - other than pie. "Not hungry" Drew said simply. "Lies. All lies. Get your sorry butt into this kitchen now". An over-exaggerated groan came from Drew's mouth as she slumped into the kitchen, huffing and puffing as she sat down at the breakfast bar for the second time that day. Achievement :). Drew's Gran made everything. Seriously, every variety of food was in this tiny little fridge. Chinese, Indian, English, American, Japanese, Spanish, you name it, she had it. "What do you want?" I asked, mouth agape at the variety. Drew decided maybe she was hungry (Told you so, didn't I ;), and sighed "What do we got?". "Umm... everything. Literally, I might have to marry your Nan". "Haha, watch it Bieber". There was a moment of silence before she spoke again, actually telling the truth "I want omelette". Fuck. The only thing we didn't have. "No omelette". "Crap. Let's just make some then". Before I could protest - which I wasn't going to, omelette is a god-send, but I suck at making it - Drew was up and out of her seat, and whizzing around the kitchen, taking out everything we needed from the fridge, cabinet and closets. By the time she had it all in the pan, it looked like a Mexican buffet. Drew must have been really hungry (Meaning my plan worked - better than I thought it had). Ham, cheese, pepper, mushrooms, little bacon pieces, and more cheese, and she had begun to cook the fragrant meal. It smelt good, to say the least. I stood around like an idiot, watching her work. I almost felt like whistling, just so I could say I'd done something whilst she cooked. I didn't, cause whistling was an awkward activity. Instead, I hummed. Still awkward. I stopped humming, and randomly decided to start singing Adele. "Shut up Justin my ears are gonna bleed" Drew giggled, flipping over the entire omelette in the pan. "I am highly offended. You never say that to a singer. Ever". I was pretty offended, until she told me what she meant "No! Not your voice, that dang song. It's depressing". Oh. Fair enough. It was a bit. "Taste this for me, would you?" "Drew you dirty girl". "Oh shut it Bieber" she couldn't help but laugh as she held a fork out to me, with a small square of omelette stabbed on the end. "I'm scared. What did you put in this? Poison? Drugs? Weed?". She laughed again, and pushed the fork towards me. I took it out of her hands, and cautiously placed the omelette in my mouth. Oh. Mah. Gawd. It tasted like heaven. Literally, heaven. Was that paprika? Yup. And some other odd herb that made it taste awesome. "You did put weed in it!" I gasped sarcastically, covering my mouth with my hand over-dramatically. Drew laughed, and so did I "No but seriously Drew, just marry me now" I stole another p
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