Discovering Myself

Number 2

 Cover By Musicqueamour--->

   Crack! 

   Gunshot fire woke me from my Simi-content slumber as I vaulted out of my tree and into the air.  

   "What the hell?" I muttered, barely landing on my feet beneath the tree.  

   I tipp-toed across the huge lawn of my grandmothers farm to the far fence on the right hand side.  

   Peeking over into the yard, I saw a group of guys, just about my age. Two had rifles in there hands shootin targets a ways down. The rest of the boys were cheering.  

   "What the hell?" Grams never said we had mega noisy neighbors! Especially cute noisy neighbors!  

    One guy holding a rifle was tall and lanky, wearing a cowboy hat dipped over his eyes, which were hidden in shadow. He had the confidence and posture that I usually associated with my first cousin Samuel, who was 24 and full-blooded cowboy. He lived in our old farm in Texas. Lanky man seemed to arrogant, judging by the wide smile on his face.  

    Completely opposite was the other rifleman. Although he was a hair taller, and slightly more filled out then Cowboy. He had dark, curly black hair that was almost blue. Combat boots donned his feet. While Cowboy was facing me, shadow kid was turned away. Yet he looked disappointed. Boots had on light faded levis, but a dark, fitted T-shirt and combat boots made him look dangerous. Just that little bit of black made him look all the more dangerous.  

    The group of guys behind them were a hootin and hollerin, probably for whoever won the shot. I guessed Cowboy.  

    "Louis, man, I want I rematch!" Boots demanded at Cowboy-- erm, I mean Louis.  

     Louis laughed, and the group behind with him. "Youre already doin my chores for a week, what else you got to bet?"

     Boots glared. I bet you anything he had nothing. And that everything that he did have went to that rat bastard.  

     I may be partial to Cowboys, but not jackass ones.  

    So I vaulted over the fence.  

    It's easier then it sounds, really. You'd just hoist yourself up and jump over. Thinking back, it was most likely a dumbass idea, but seriously? Cowboy was practically beaten up Boots, and I just can't stand guys that throw their weight around like it means something!  

    Over the fence I went then, landing me nearly face to back with Boots.  

    The group of guys gasped, like those cheerleaders that never exist in real life use to make them seem more adorable. Like that was ever gonna happen.  

    Cowboy, I mean Louis, gave me a confused glance.  

     "S'kuse me darlin, but ima willing to bet you whatever you just earned that I can shoot better than you." I asked all sickly sweet.  

     Boots whirled on me, nearly knocking me off my feet. My breath caught in my chest. He had the most striking ice-blue eyes.  

    Cowboy Louis chuckled. "I would be willing to bet on that, babe, but I doubt you could out shoot me." 

    Player. Nobody calls me babe without my consent. "Its on like donkey kong." I spat at him.  

    The group of guys wolf whistled and one shouted, "Come on Louis!" but his name was screwed, pronounced like Louise instead of Louis. I smirked.  

    Cowboy just nodded. "Give 'er the gun."

    Boots reluctantly handed over the rifle, looking apprehensive. I smiled at him.