sooner or later ;; summer was over ( amy and fay )

[remy thomson <3]

macy thomson !!

Summer was over, but at least a bit of warmth lingered. Macy could easily say it was an Indian Summer day as she gingerly slipped down from her step-father's nice car. She had set up plans to go riding with her sister's best friend's cousin. They barely knew each other, though Macy had met Cheyenne once or twice and the girl seemed really nice. Besides, it would be nice to get out of the house, where the number of occupants had doubled recently with the addition of a step-father, sister and brother to the family. Macy held nothing against them, they were actually nothing like those awful stories of wicked step- family members. Anyway, all three of her siblings had plans, her step-father had to work since he was a docter and her mother was determined to finish her newest fictional book, which ment no one had better cross her. And it wasn't like she would give up the chance to ride her paint gelding, Dakota, or check in with her new mare, Dixie. Thinking of her two horses, Macy quickened her step as she emerged into the stables.

Cheyenne wasn't in sight so Macy headed straight to Dakota's stall. He stuck his head over the half-stall door, his nose touching the long sleeved gray tee-shirt she had thrown on. She was dressed quite casually in her jeans and old brown boots. Her blond hair was braided into two pony tails that hung off her shoulders, her bangs slipping loose from behind her ears. Greeting the gelding eagerly, Macy slipped the bay paint a carrot from her pocket. She rubbed the stripe that broke the brown coloring of his face before entering the tack room. She found her slot, where her set of english tack and western tack slung over a pole, looking great but obviously used. She grabbed the western saddle and stripped pad, slinging the cinch over the seat of the saddle and placing her western bridle over her shoulder.

Back at the stall, she placed everything on the ground but the bridle, which she slid on Dakota's head and flipped the reins to rest on his neck, out of the way. Macy's fingers gripped a small bristle brush, which she ran over the gelding's relatively clean coat. Then she tacked him up in the stall, the well trained horse standing still, snorting and shifting when she tightened the cinch. Once everything was in place, everything adjusted, Macy pushed open the stall door and led Dakota out. She still couldn't see Cheyenne, but since the girl now lived here, Macy was sure she was around here somewhere. Anxious to be back in the saddle, Macy continued outside where she hopped in the saddle and headed toward the grassy area before the trails. She trotted her gelding, easily settling into his western jog instead of his faster english trot. Macy rode her gelding in easy sight, waiting for Cheyenne to appear.

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[cheyenne williams;;]

cheyenne;;

xx___ cheyenne was sitting cross-legged in one of the pastures, plesantly warm in her green sweater with the sun touching the surrounding fields. she was leaning against the wooden post of the fence, watching the black and white paint filly under her eye lashes of half lowered eye lids. her brown hair was laying on her shoulders, the gentle wind playing with the straight strands. today was night, the newborn filly of caroline's roan mare jules, first day out of the stall. the paint filly was beautiful, but her movements still had that foal awkwardness. the filly was prancing, excited obviously, but not quite brave enough to stray to far from her mother's side. jules for her part was ignoring the filly's silly antics, grazing contently as she ignored her foal's pleads for play. chey's cousin caroline had hinted at letting chey train the foal since the fifthteen year old had a strong interest in little night. so today, she was just letting the foal get used to her presence, making no move to actually touch the filly.

cheyenne might have dozed off for all she knew, but all of the sudden she noticed a horse and rider moving toward the trails. turning her head she saw a blonde figure on a paint horse... macy! she had forgotten the time, and though she lived like two feet from the stables, she was late. exiting the field, she rushed to the barn where she saw the bay head of her new mustang, apollo, hanging over the stall door. she tacked up in record time - thankfully her gelding didn't need brushing - and quickly swung up into the western saddle, minus the helmet. thankfully Apollo wasn't all that tall, maybe not even 15 hands, so she didn't have to look for a mounting block. gathering the western reins into her right hand she turned the mustang toward the field where macy was riding dakota. apollo must have picked up on her mood since he quickened into a rough trot, the gait stiff.

cheyenne sighed, forcing herself to relax. she had forgotten for a moment how sensitive and observent her mustang gelding was. he was more willing to test her then her other calmer gelding, the huge ace. her efforts payed off and apollo relaxed with his rider, his trot becoming more fluid and easier to sit. in no time they had reached macy and her gelding. cheyenne, face slightly flushed, apologized. "I'm so sorry I'm late. I was sitting the the field with night and lost track of time." she played with apollo's black mane, looking for signs that she was forgiven. apollo was shifting underneath her, eager to get going. cheyenne looked back at macy then said, "lets canter; apollo is high energy, low paitence today." she turned the bay away, easing up on the reins and the gelding lunged into a smooth canter across the field. chey glanced back for a moment to see if macy was following.
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[• jacob dawson !]

Jacob Dawson's foot had fallen asleep. He had been in the car for hours, the ear-phones of his ipod placed in his ears, and, the cause of the pins and needles climbing up his leg, a smokey colored dog lay on his foot. He wiggled his toes and his fluff of a dog lifted his head, his intelligent brown eyes accusing before they squinted shut again. Singer was obviously too comfortable to move - and it wasn't like there was much space inside the truck for him to actually move too, especially since the seat next to Jake was occupied by a large German Shepard. This dog was rest his large head on the lap of his owner, Jennifer Beckett, also Jake's best friend. Honestly, Jake was starting to feel cramped. Ever since his father had left, fulfilling his dream of being in the armed forces he had given up when he married Jake's mother, Jake had been staying with the Beckett's, the family friends. Since Luke Dawson was overseas somewhere, Jake got to make the move across the state to start the adventure of living in Roanoke, Virginia. So far, the scenery was beautiful.

"We're almost there."

The voice belonged to Rachel Beckett in the drivers seat. The woman, dressed as she was in jeans and a plain shirt with her ringlets of red hair piled in a messy bun, hardly looked like a mother, let alone the mother of teenagers. But she was, and her daughter was sitting next to him. Jen's own hair, red but straight tresses, were spilling over her shoulders and face as her head bobbed, unsteady by her current state of sleep. Jake pulled his earphones from his head and slipped his ipod, covered in scratches from who knows where, into his backpack. He looked out to the autumn spotted terrain, colorful trees and hills framed by the window of the truck. Well, they weren't in the city anymore, so Mrs. Beckett much be correct. Then they rounded a corner and there it was, nestled in rolling hills and beautiful forests.

Turning slightly in his seat, held back by the seat belt, he reach forward to wake Jen, his russet-colored finger poking her side. She jumped slightly, her face a mask of confusion, like when you woke in a strange place and didn't remember how you got there. Jake, very amused by her expression, couldn't suppress his laugh and the sound, though soft, filled the interior of the truck. By then, they were coming to a stop in the parking area of the stables. Not suprisingly, Jennifer shot him a glare before she disappeared through the open door, her German Shepard close behind. Jake followed suite through his own door, pausing to lift his arms in a most needed stretch. He squinted his eyes, his muscles finally rolling away the stiffness, and the skin of his flat stomach slipped into view under his shirt for a slight moment before disappearing again.

A sound was emitted from the large, and I mean large, trailer that had been pulled behind the truck. Jake had been surprised that such a thing existed, that there was a trailer able to hold six horses plus a foal. Wow. And now those six seven horses were voicing their impaitence, pleading to get out. So, Jake moved to the back where everyone else had ventured, safe for his silly wolfdog, Singer, who was pressed against his leg. Rachel was already set to work trying to get the thing open and Jake stepped forward to help, his fingers pulling the latch free with ease. Inside a horse's squeal sounded like it was on the verge of panic, the high pitch of the sound unpleasant. Beside him Jen groaned, her face pulled together in a look of concern and pity. "Oh, I'm sure thats Foxy. Poor girl."

Jake nodded, trying to hurry getting the door open. Jen's newest horse, a beautiful gray Holsteiner, had been abused by her previous owner, so he had no doubt she was getting stressed. Sure enough, as Foxy backed out, she was lathered in sweat. Jake clasped his fingers around her lead robe, handing it to Jen as the next horse backed out. Unlike the gray mare, this horse was an example of perfect tranquil. Smokey moved like royality, but he stayed close even after Jake flipped the lead over his arched neck. Soon they had unloaded all of the horses, each person holding the lead of two horses. Jen was still having trouble calming the frightened Foxy, even though she obviously found some comfort in having Teddy Bear, the lovable New Forest Pony, close by. "Maybe we should turn them out instead of putting them in a stall." Jake suggested, including his father's irritable horse Frostie as well. The two redheads agreed.

It wasn't long before most of the horses had been turned into a pasture, forming a small herd. Frostie of course was in charge, being her usual grumpy self. Foxy had pressed her trembling body up next to Teddy, who hardly looked bothered with his new surroundings. Close by, Jake's little paint nicknamed Bambi, was walking with deer-like grace that looked as though she could bolt at any moment. Jumping around like her usual silly self, Kim was prancing circles around the older horses. Jen was still holding onto the halter of her buckskin gelding, Cowboy, as Rachel pulled away to return the trailer and unload some of their luggage at the house. Jake was rubbing Smokey's solid neck, looking around as he wondered what they should do next.

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[remy thomson <3]

macy thomson !!

Macy sighed, amazed she could have gone, what was it, a week without being in the saddle. Despite her absence, everything felt so familiar. The seat of her saddle, the bend in her legs, the leather of her reins. Macy wasn't the only one happy to be back from their break of sorts. Dakota was pulling at the reins a bit more than he usually would, his movements turning into a prance. The blond girl swore she could feel the gelding's muscles bunching and flexing, preparing for flight. He was fresh and ready to go, but being the well trained horse he was, he remained responsive to Macy's signals. Though he was like a toddler begging to be let out, he obeyed. Her right hand, which held both of the reins, cross over the neck, turning the gelding into a large circle, her left hand resting loosely on her thigh.

The gelding arched his neck in a very non-western way, and Macy was sure he would look like a dressage horse if she were looking at him from the side - a dressage horse in western tack, how wierd. "Dakota, you're so silly," she sighed, smiling when his brown ears pointed back to catch her words. He snorted in response, as if he could understand. When Macy pulled on the reins he slid to a stop and almost instantly turned in a spinning motion. "Honestly boy, what are you doing?" She had just been asking for a walk, not this weird thing that was supposed to resemble a reining move. Macy was starting to second guess her judgment on staying away for a week - though it wasn't exactly her decision. More like her mom's, who had wanted them to focus on the first few days of school. Eh, school. Did she mention summer was over?

All of a sudden, Cheyenne appeared on a little bay horse. Macy smiled, waving off the apology the other girl had already begun. "Its fine. Though you did miss Dakota and me having a small arguement. Nothing exciting." She shrugged, looking down at her paint gelding who was of course standing perfectly still, the model of the "best horse ever". Yeah right, he was a good actor. Macy nodded eagerly when Chey suggested they canter - Dakota needed to get rid of his energy, stored up from a week of doing nothing. "Get'em Dakota! Go!" The gelding bolted after the mustang, obviously eager for a race. Macy keep a hold of his mouth, reminding him she was in charge, but she laughed as they galloped across the field, though they had to slow at the mouth of the trail. Dakota was prancing, wanting to canter again but obeying the hold on his mouth. Macy looked over at Cheyenne, smiling. This was fun.

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[cheyenne williams;;]

cheyenne;;

xx___ apollo's strides were long and fast as the gelding took to the ground eagerly. cheyenne often wondered if the mustang remembered his early days in nevada or arizonia - where ever he was - where he could run endlessely for the fun of it. he probably did; chey had read somewhere that horses had amazing memories. now for instance, apollo was stretching his neck, his thick black mane stinging cheyenne's face. her fingers were wrapped around the reins in one hand and her other hand was buried in apollo's mane, clinging so the black hairs. the gelding was keeping his pace managable, seeming content to not fight her hold, but chey's stomach dropped suddenly. before she came to autumn hills at the beginning of the summer, after her mom had died, her riding lessons had wavered, so she still wasn't completely used to galloping at fast speeds.

like always, chey soon relaxed into the stride, trusting apollo. it was still so strange - all her life she had lived in new york, but now she was in the middle of beautiful fields and forests. it was even stranger when she was handed ace, her gray/grulla quarter pony, and then apollo. of course, she had to earn them by helping around the stables doing everything from mucking to feeding to grooming and exercising the lesson horses. as her body swayed with the mustang's stride, she thought about ace, who had been so calm when she climbed on his back, as solid as a rock as she got her bearings. apollo was a different experience. as soon as her bottom hit the saddle, he began to test her. the gelding's actions had confused cheyenne but her cousins had encouraged her, explaining that mustangs were smart and she would have to work hard to earn his trust. eventually, and obviously, she did.

when they reached the trail, apollo leaned into the bit for a moment before slowing without a fuss. cheyenne was surprised, and pleased, that the gelding had responded so quickly. she patted his bay neck, noteing that it was dry and apollo hardly seemed winded. he trotted smoothly under the cover of the trees, arching his neck as his ears pricked foward and back again. smiling, chey recalled that there probably weren't very many wooded areas where apollo was from, but the sturdy bay was used enough to the sounds and strange blocking of the sky. the gelding now lifted his head to peer at a fluttering bird, snorting in what chey could only call annoyance, his muscles tensing for only a moment. you could take a horse out of the wild, but you could never erase that "fight or flight" instict, and horses usually choose flight.

apollo was much calmer, seeming to accept a compromise with his rider as always. she kept his reins loose, like he liked, and the tiny human had let him run, so now he wouldn't aruge with her. cheyenne found that the mustang was a willinging and wonderful partner if you gave him something in return - it was a concept the brunette girl was still discovering. as much as she hates to admitt it, in new york she had always rode in the safety of a confined arena on a reilable school horse. sure, she had encountered a few opinionated horses, but none as opinionated and stubborn as apollo. even ace was calm and sure footed, a horse she could just jump on and count on him to take care of her. still, cheyenne could feel strong strings binding herself and the mustang together through the arangment.

feeling a bit warm, even though it was cooler under in the shadows of the grand trees, cheyenne pushed the sleeves of her green sweater up and she could help but drop her feet from the sturrips, letting her legs hang. apollo flicked his black tipped ears in surprise as the loose sturrips hit his side but he accepted it - it wasn't as if it hurt his thick hide. he did shake his head, sending his black mane flying and landing in a messy bundle. cheyenne looked over at macy, feeling a bit unsure on what to say. even back home, before her mom got sick, chey had never been the most "socially smart" - she had one or two close friends and that was it. thinking quickly she selected a topic that she knew she was comfortable with. "so, I heard you got a new horse?" she formed the words into a question, glancing questioning at the blonde.
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[• jennifer beckett !]

Jake watched his gorgeous stallion, the horse unusually calm and composed. At that moment, Smokey was being a perfect example about a curious but pulled together horse, his silky ears cubbed forward to catch as much sound as possible, his lips stirring at the sight of a small herd of mares running the next paddock over. Instead of behaving like a normal mustang stallion, who would quickly round up his heram to escape a new situation and ask questions later, he had planted his four hooves in the ground and didn't look at all nervous. After Smokey rested his elagantly boned head on the boy's shoulder, Jake dared to hope that the reason for the stallion's tranquil behavior had something to do with his own presence. It was true the horse and rider pair had quite a bond, which isn't surprising since Jacob Dawson had been a part of Smokey's life since he was a black coated weanling.

"Want to go for a quick ride? Cowboy is being unusually good."

Jen made her suggestion in her sweet, soft voice, a pale hand laying on her buckskin's slick neck. Before answering, Jake ran his eyes over the gelding's frame, sastified that the young horse was almost as calm and serene as Smokey. Jennifer's blue eyes were locked on Jake's face, watching his expression as she waited for his opinion. It certainly helped the boy's self-esteem that his friend was so trusting of what he thought; it wasn't as though the redhead was a novice rider ( she was as good at jumping and dressage as Jake was in the reining arena ), but he had been helping her training the buckskin Quarter Horse. Finally he nodded, the muscles in his face forming the smile that was oh so familar on his russet skinned face. "I agree. 'Boy's so relaxed, it wouldn't hurt to go on a trail ride or something. Lets go tack him up."

It didn't take long to tack Cowboy up in the equipment Rachel had placed in the tack room before leaving. The half Shoshone boy, however, just traded Smokey's halter for a hackomore bridle, slipping the bit-less piece of leather over the chisled face of his mustang. Soon, the pair were mounted and ready to go. Jake smiled as soon as his rear touched his stallion's bare back, feeling at home as he settled into the sligh dip of the animal's strong form. It was obvious the horse was also relaxed with his master's choice of tack - Jakes first ride on the elagant creature had been saddle less, the only piece of tack a bit-less bridle just like now. The graying horse stepped forward readily, moving his body in a graceful prance. As always, once Jacob was ontop of his mustang, a burst of pride over-flowed in him - he found it amazing that this animal was not only his, but was his teammate by the stallions own choice.

The two riders wordlessly glided their horses over a stretch of field, aiming for the trail at the other end. Both horses floated into a trot without much encouragement - both were as eager as their riders to take a tour of the grounds. Sitting on Smokey's back, Jake tried to recall if the mustang stallion had ever been on a trail ride - sure they had often taken gallops over fields, but the stable they used to live at didn't have any trees surrounding the grounds. Jake was curious to see how the horses would take to being riden under the cover of tall trees and he kept an eye on Cowboy, who was still young and green. Both horses snorted in surprise as they were drapped in shadows and they lifted their legs a bit higher, but the pair showed no signs of acting fearful. As usual, Smokey flicked his ears back toward Jake, trusting his beloved owner to make the decisions.

For a while, the two rode silently on the dirt path, their hooves making soft thud, thud noises on the earth. Jake's dark brown eyes were examining the plants and trees surrounding them. Suddenly, Smokey's head rose, the white, silky whisps of his mane flipping and his hindquarters swung around so that the animal was almost side stepping. Jake pulled on the reins and even though there was no bit in his mouth, Smokey halted obidently. Out of the corner of his eye, Jake saw Jen copy the halt on her own mount. Right in front of them was the reason of the stallion's sudden skittish move. Two girls were riding, one was on a bay mustang and the other on paint gelding. Jake recovered from his slight shock quickly and smoothly smiled, his face friendly as he raised his hand in a wave. "Oh. Hello, I'm Jake Dawson. This is Jen." He greeted the two girls, who looked about Jen's age, around fifthteen or so, and his redhead friend said her hellos in a small but friendly voice.

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[remy thomson <3]

macy thomson !!

Dakota eventually calmed his silly prancing as he realized that his rider wasn't going to let him run again anytime soon. Besides, it wasn't as though the trails were the best place to ride. The width varied, though there was always room for two horses to ride side by side, and the path twisted and turned. Not to mention that every once in a while there was a random root for the horses to step over or a low hanging branch to avoid. Right at this moment, a leafy bush branch rubbed against Dakota's side and across Macy's leg; if she weren't wearing jeans, she probably would have received a scratch. Dakota pinned his ears in irritation as a fly flew into his face, his legs prancing and threatening to run. He managed to dislodge the fly with a shake of his head, the reins swaying with his movement, and the paint gelding snorted in annoyance. "Hm. I didn't even think about fly spray; aren't flies supposed to be going away soon anyway?" Macy's voice was soft and mumbling, implying that she was thinking outloud and didn't really require an answer.

Cheyenne spoke up next to her and Macy smiled, always happy to talk about her horses - really, she couldn't help brag a little, though she tried to not sound snobby. "Yeah, Dixie." the blonde said, nodding. "She is a six year old Arabian Andalusian cross. Thats a pretty odd combo, isn't it. I've never heard of someone crossing those two breeds before, but..." Macy shrugged, not even trying to guess how someone thought up that plan - unless it was a mistake. Who knows, it doesn't really matter. Not wanting to focus the conversation completely on herself, Macy turned her head toward Chey. "I hear that you might be getting a new foal; Remy told me that Caroline might give you Jubilee's foal. Does she have a name yet?" Macy had seen the little filly briefly and it was obvious she was going to be a beauty when she grew up. The blonde girl had to admitt she was a bit jelous; how fun it would be to have a little foal to play with. Imagine the bond you could create when you knew a horse since they were a baby.

They had ridden a while when Dakota snorted, his ears pricked forward in interest. Macy saw what had grabbed his attention; there was a russet-colored boy riding a graying stallion, bareback she noticed, with a bit-less bridle -he must trust the stallion very much- and a girl with brilliant red hair on a buckskin horse with a Quarter Horse build. The boy seemed friendly, and obviously had seen them first, since he introduced himself and his friend. Macy smiled, jumping at the chance to meet new people. "Nice to meet you. I'm Macy Thomson and this Cheyenne Williams." She studied the pair, tightening her reins a bit as Dakota tucked his head, obviously noticing that the other horse was a stallion and going a bit defensive; clearly he forgot he was a gelding and he certianly wasn't going to be all submissive like some horses were in the prescence of a stud. "Oh, settle down Dakota." She said, a bit of a annoyed tone to her voice as she spoke to her horse. Turning her attentioned back to Jake and Jen, she asked, "Are you two new here, because I don't think I've seen you around." She glanced at Chey, looking for agreement; the girl, after all, lived here so she would know better than Macy who was new and who wasn't.

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[cheyenne williams;;]

cheyenne;;

xx___ cheyenne felt her stomach clutch a little as apollo hopped over a small log, the movement obviously unexpected. when the horse snorted, she realized she had tightened her grip on the reins and her knees had squeezed his sides as she tensed. it was at moments like these that cheyenne felt so inexperienced at riding. all he had done was hopped, and she got all hyped up and tense. sometimes, apollo was much too paitent, she thought. now, for instance, he could have bucked when she accidently grabbed at his face, but he didn't. cheyenne took in a breath and tried to relax in the saddle, if only for apollo's sake, and listened to macy's response to her question as a distraction. macy was unquestionably proud of her new horse, dixie, and chey smiled at her describtion. she gave a little laugh, hopeing that was a reasonable response to macy's question. really though, who would think to breed an arabian and andulusian together, of all breeds. very much random; now maybe an andulusian and a thoroughbred or warmblood, or even an arabian and thoroughbred, cheyenne could see. oh well.

suddenly, the topic of conversation was switched to herself, something that wasn't all that easy to talk about for cheyenne. luckily, they were still talking about horses, and not something else; for example, chey's life back in new york. but just the mention of the little filly was enough for a noticable change to overcome chey's face. her smile grew, her features softened, and she got a glazed look in her eyes. her mother would say she was smitten; her mom liked to use words like that, though it embarssed chey to no end when she used such language around other people. but, back to night. "yeah, I think thats the plan. I don't have any experience with foals though, so..." her voice trailed off, once again painfully aware how much she must seem like a city girl; which she had to admitt, she was a city girl. apollo and ace didn't seem to mind that much though, which cheyenne was forever grateful for. "oh, her name is bella notte. that means 'beautiful night', in italian maybe. I just call her night though - no need for such a fancy name." though, she did love how bella notte sounded, almost musical as it rolled off your tounge.

silence could be uncomfortable, or it could be relaxing. this was the latter, at least for cheyenne. she was one for quiet, relaxing days reading a book, or a nice trail ride like this. she loved little tasks that did require her full attention - of course, she couldn't let her mind wander too much while she was on the back of a very smart mustang who, she swore, could probably read minds. chey was sure that apollo figured he was fully entitled to take control if she day-dreamed, and he had done so on several occasions, some when she was alone and others with an audience. each time he gave a small buck, or veered to the side suddenly because he knew he could made shame well up inside chey. today, apollo seemed like he was in a good mood, or maybe she had earned enough respect that he had decided to stop taking advantage of her. cheyenne somehow felt it was the first, choice a. if she knew apollo, he wouldn't suddenly give up his silly antics he found humor in. most likely, he was giving her a break today, if horses did such things. or maybe, he was too distracted enjoying the trail that he forgot to test cheyenne.

in all honesty, cheyenne didn't notice when the dark toned boy and his beautiful silver stallion or his red-headed friend on a buckskin horse appeared in view. it wasn't until the boy's voice, smooth and low, floated up to her ears that she looked up in surprise. she might not have looked up at all if she hadn't been so shocked to hear a male's voice. of course, apollo hadn't been caught off guard. he was standing, calm as could be, turning his head as if to peer up at his rider and say 'done daydreaming yet'. cheyenne wasn't so out of it that she missed their names, though. jake and jen. jen and jake. they were obviously friends, if not more. chey doubted they were related; that russet skin and black hair just didn't go with the pale white, red-head girl. and chey could see that jake was more out-going, and very friendly looking, like the kind of guy everyone wants as their best friend. chey was too busy studying the horses, that beautiful stallion caught her attention, as did the handsome buckskin, that she didn't really actually look at the two teen's faces until a minute later. when she did, chey sucked in an inaudible breath. if her social life was limited, her love life or ( any life with boys ) was nonexistant, but she knew a cute boy when she saw one.

macy had introduced chey as well as herself, for which cheyenne was thankful. did she mention that there was a chance chey might be socially retarded. but she managed to second macy's observation. "yeah, I haven't seen you two around either. and I live here too..." her voice trailed off again, in a way it did often. chey forced out another sentence, which may or may not be out of place. "I love your horses. they're beautiful." she offered up a small smile, shifted her gaze down for a moment as apollo shifted. looking people in the eye wasn't something she did well either.
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