I sat across from Nobel at a local dinner. I smiled as he placed a big bag of ice next to his new black eye.
The rodeo had gone beautifully. I came off just at the eight seconds mark. Missing the cow's horns and missing his terrible hooves. Nobel on the other hand though. He came off at the right time too but...He didn't miss all four hooves. Just as he fell off he went to jump back up on his feet. Before he could take off the bull rounded another turn on his font sending his back end at Nobel's head level. Thankfully the hoof only barely hit him. No broken face, no concussion (even though I'm not suppose to let him sleep tonight. Or at lest twenty four hours), and still has all his teeth.
"How's the eye?" I couldn't help but snicker. Nobel shot me a playful glare. Which actually looked really funny with a swollen eye.
"Hardy har har. You want one of these?" He playfully raised up his fist up. I raised up a challenging eyebrow.
"That's abuse. Woman abuse" I pointed a finger at him. He chuckled before his hand went back to the ice.
"Soooo" Nobel looked around the dinner. They were slowly closing up shop. All the tables where whipped down and most of the chairs where on the tables now.
"So what?" I took another sip out of my water. Nobel looked at me with a playful look.
"What are we going to do tonight?" He wiggled his eyebrows.
"Ewe Nobel" I swatted his arm before jumping out of my seat.
"We're just friends perv" I turned around to head out the door but I didn't miss the look on Nobel's face. The disappointment, the hurt, it was all there. And as the words rolled off of my tongue I couldn't help but feel the same feelings.
Stopping just outside of the dinner's doors I turned and looked at Nobel. His mood had deferntly changed. I smiled a sly smile. Nobel glanced at me before raising a questioning eyebrow.
"We'll find something Nobel. Don't worry" I grabbed his one free hand. Taking it in mine I raced out into the parking lot. I jumped in the truck and started it up.
"Where we going?" He asked as he slammed his truck's door. I smiled wickedly at him.
"One of my few unknown safe havens"
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I want a bull rider
Teen FictionI want a bull rider is what they all say. All the cowgirls dream of a bullrider that'll give them a ride of a life time and every bullrider want his own cowgirl. Well what if I wanted to be a bullrider? What if I wanted to change the story?
