Living With Seven Brothers

Chapter 8: What Could Go Wrong

     "Oh is that so?"

     "Yeah but he knows not to tell now."

     "Or really?" Pa asked raising an eyebrow. "Why do you think that?"

     "Because I have dirt on him."

      "Oh now you're spilling."

     "No sir I shall not but I have dirt on everyone in our house." I smiled and he stoped walking giving me a questioning look. "Like I know that you broke Momma's favorite vase because you were playing with Jason's nerf gun. Then when she thought it was his fault you let him take the blame."

     "Well... I.... How?" He stuttered and stumbled.

     "Being invisible is something I am good at." I shrug and we keep walking

     "So what do you have on everyone huh?"

     "Not telling."

     "I have my ways of finding out. We can take the easy road or the hard one."

     "You make me spill theirs and I spill yours."

     "I never would have guessed you would be my evil child." He shock his head in fake disappointment. I grabbed some food and walked into Starbucks stall. A lot of people that we know that travel for rodeos were in the barn feeding their horses. So it took us longer because they would stop and talk to Pa and us.

     "Hey Matt!" A voice yelled as Pa was walking into Starbucks stall with water. He hocked it up and looked at Mr. Canvey as he walked up. "Matt I sure could use your help. Hannah's horse got a pretty big cut last night and I know you normally have supplies."

     "Yeah I always come extra prepared but it's down at the trailer. I will go grab it what stalls are y'all in?" Pa nodded and headed out of our stall.

     "Around the corner at one-o-five." Mr. Canvey sighed in relief. "I usually have a bag but Mary-Jane took it out to put something behind it and never put the darn thing back."

     Once Starbucks was feed I went in and started to brush her. I loved just brushing her. I felt like it showed my love and appreciation for everything she has done for me. She was my glue most of the time. My therapist always listening never judging. She helped me heal my heart so many times. When we go for rides it just her and me. Like we were the only things on this earth. Now my heart was breaking with having to leave her tomorrow. I know they say I will get to come down and visit. But Ben can never say when or how long til I can. The thought of Starbuck and the Smiths not being a phone call away was horrifying.

     "Yo Wes, Sam, I found her!" I looked up to see Jeremiah looking into the stall. It didn't take long for the other two to pop into view.

     "Dang she's big." Wes said looking Starbuck over.

     "She looks scary." Sam said causing me to laugh. "What?"

     "I thought rich people were suppose to go to fancy county clubs and ride horses." I said taking the brush to a stall over that we had made our tack room for the weekend.

     "Who said we are rich?" Jeremiah snorted.

     "Oh we have a list of things that say it." Jaz said as her and Jase came into the tack stall.

     "Hey from what I have heard you all are not poor." Wes glared. "Your parents own a big farm and animals. Plus did you see the trailer you drove in on? I would say it's one of the fancier ones here."

     "We are not denying that our parents have money. However that farm has been pasted down from generation to generation. But you boys are like stupid rich." Jaz said causing all three boys to glare.

     "Oh really how?" Sam crossed his arms.

     Jase, Jaz and I smiled as I decided to take the lead. "Well considering that your older brothers rented the most decked out newest cars they could. They also have you staying in the only five star hotel and still said 'I guess it will do'. Then the fact that they have what seems like a never ending wardrobe of suits."

     "They are your brothers too." Jeremiah growled.

     "I know." I shrugged.

     "Don't forget how they dress." Jaz piped in.

     "What's wrong with how we dress?" Sam asked rolling his eyes.

     "You are wearing designer clothes to a rodeo and in a barn. That just screams city boy." I said looking over them.

     "Oh my lands it's the triplets! I heard y'all weren't coming. Guess we should all just pack up our bags then." A voice from behind us pulled us out of our conversation and having us turn around.

     "Beau!" I said seeing the one and only guy I had been head over heels which since I was like eight only problem was he was sixteen. No sixteen year old wanted to date a twelve year old little girl. I jump into his arms and he picked me up spinning me around.

     "Hey short stack. Hey Jasmine!" He hugged her then went to Jase and did their handshake they made up years ago. "Jason my man how are you and your Dad surviving those two?" He said looking at Jaz and I with his perfect smirk. He then put his arm around my shoulder leaning slightly on me.

     "I am surviving but it's hard." Jase smiled. He loved Beau, they had been friends since we were all little and traveled to almost all the same rodeos that we did.

     "Well you're one lucky dude I miss my girls when we are not at rodeos." He said smiling at us again.

     "And who the hell are you?" Sam growled pulling my attention to my three brothers glaring at Beau.

     Beau looked up at them as if noticing them for the first time giving a cocky smile. "I am Beau Jenson. I have know the triplets since they were like six."

     This time Wes spoke up. "You know they are not triplets right?"

     "Well duh. Jason and Jasmine are twins and short stack here is their honorary adopted sister." Beau smiled. "Everyone in these parts call them the triplet though cause they are all three a package deal. The all mighty trio who wins everything. However I don't think I have ever seen you three. Who are the aggressive rich city boys?" He said looking down at me and making Jase, Jaz and I laugh.

     "We are Katherine's brothers." Wes snapped not happy at all.

     "I didn't know you had brothers." Beau said.

     "Just found out a week ago there is seven total. The other four are older." I shrugged.

     "Well are you all coming tonight?" Beau asked taking his arm off me.

     "Hell yeah!" Jase smiled "Wouldn't miss it for the world."

     "Okay well you can bring the city boys as long as they get a nap and don't come so grouchy." Beau laughed walking away.

     "Go where?" Sam asked.

     "A party at the lake. All the rodeo kids that are old enough go after the parents fall asleep." Jason shrugged.

     "Oh a party?" Wes perked up elbowing Jeremiah. "You hear that Jere a party."

     "None of us are going." Sam piped in glaring at me.

     "No y'all ain't going cause y'all will be in a hotel. We are going though." I shrugged.

     "Come on Sam she's going to go anyways. Let's just stay here and 'camp' and go with to keep an eye on her." Wes smiled sending me a wink. Oh great this was so a disaster waiting to happen.

     Sam took a deep breath in and sighed. "Fine."

     "Yes!" Jere, Wes and even Jase all fist pumped and then high-fived each other. I guess all six of us were going to the party.

What could go wrong..........