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.
"What we shootin, Cowboy?" I asked.
He smirked. "Couple a targets down the line, tryin ta get closest to the cen'er."
It's official. His twang was a hellova lot worse then mine.
"Ya sure you got it darlin?" he asked, "Thats an awfully long gun for such a small person."
Scowling, I jabbed a finger at him. "You listen here, Cowboy, I do not particularly enjoy you a'tall, so if you would just shut the heck up so we can shoot, kay?"
He glared. "Count it off, Tomas."
A long brown haired guy in the crowd started to count down from ten.
"10.... 9..... 8...."
I shifted into my stance. Gun propped up on my shoulder.
"7.... 6.... 5...."
Taking aim at my target, finger on the trigger.
"4.... 3... 2..."
All noise faded back.
"1....."
Last chance, I adjusted my aim.
"... 0.'
Two shots rang out in rapid fire succession, one mine one his.
I relaxed as they all ran off to check the targets, setting the gun on a picnic bench that used to be occupied by the group of guys. I shrugged, then laid on it. There was no point on me bolting out to check the shots, not when everyone else got there first.
After a moment of silence, the first thing I heard were two taps coming from the area near my feet. I cracked open my eyes, and for a second all remained bright. I managed to make out Boots standing near my toes, sort of assessing me.
"Whatdya want Boots?" I asked irritated.
He smirked.
I sighed, laying back down. Stupid men, stupid silent type men with blue eyes. Dang irresistible.
I heard the crunching of grass before the boys actually arrived. Thank god cause I might've been trampled.
"Ya won, short stuff!" yelled the guy who had counted us off. Tomas, I do believe. Behind him were four other guys, and then Cowboy. Not to mention Boots, who had made a disappearance. Again.
Louis was scowling hard. "Careful there Cowboy, if ya hold that expression to long it might freeze that way" I told him with a smile.
He grumbled, and stomped into the two-story ranch house.
Hopping of the table, I offered my hand to the guys. "Hi! My names August"
Tomas shook it first. He had long slightly wavy brown hair that was pulled into a low ponytail. Heavyset, I assume he was considered threatening. He wasn't overweight, just extremely muscly. I'm not joking, you could see his biceps bugling from his T-shirt. "Tomas" he nodded. "And this is Brian, Jonah, Jeremy, and Dakota."
Let's see. Tomas has long hair tied back into a ponytail. Behind him was a super duper tall short-haired guy. Then an adorable baby-faced boy, shorter than the rest, and kinda toke on the appearance of Louis. Next kid had black/brown hair cut skater style, and looked sullen. Then was the Dutch boy, vibrant blonde hair and blue eyes.
So, to remember quickly, they were Tomas, Kiddo, Skater, and Dutch. Just cause I'm not great with names at all. Then of course Cowboy and Boots, who were both nowhere to be seen.
Don't bother me much, since Cowboys an ass and Boots hasn't said a word.
"Nice to meet ya" I told the group of them. Most of 'em grinned, especially Kiddo.
"You beat Louis! I can't believe it!'" he explained.
Skater chuckled, "Calm down Jonah, it's not like it hasn't been done before"
"But not by a girl!" he whined. Kid had to be bout 14 or 15, and still whined like that? Davies didn't even do that. Hell, Alylissia didn't either and she was nearly five years old! Teenagers, jeez...
Dutch and Tomas just laughed. "So totally true." Dutch commented. In a mega British accent, I might add. Been ages since I heard one of those. "You got skill girl"
Smiling, I perkily said "Thanks Dutch!"
They gave me a confused look.
"What?!" I demanded.
"Dutch?" Tomas asked with eyebrows raised.
"Ohhhh..." I laughed. '"I'm not good with names. Only faces."
"Why Dutch?" asked Kiddo- Jonah.
"Blonde hair blue eyes, Dutch. You, Kiddo. Kid with Justin Beiber hair, Skater. Louis, Cowboy. Mysterious guy who keeps disappearing, Boots."
"Then what am I?" pouted Tomas.
"Tomas is Tomas. Plain and simple. I could call you ponytail, but i don't think you'd appreciate it."
"Darn strait." he muttered.
"My names actually Dakota." Dutch told me. "And I don't think my families Dutch. They're British."
I snorted. "Kinda figured."
"And mines Jeremy." Skater added. "And no way in heck do I resemble Justin Beiber."
I waved his comment off. "Sure, sure"
"Whose Boots?" asked Kiddo- erm, Jonah.
"The guy I toke the rifle from in the first place, and won him back basically everything? Remember him?"
"Sure,' Jonah said. 'He's my older brother after all."
My eyes widened. "Older brother? Boots?"
They laughed.
"Heck ya" Skater-- Jeremy told me.
Tomas smirked. "And the one you call Cowboy is his twin."
I felt like my eyes were gonna pop outta my head.
"Yo, August, you okay?" Jeremy asked.
I recovered. "Whats Boots name?"
Jonah answered simply. "Luccifer."
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A/N: No offense to those Justin Beiber fans, all in good fun.
ohhh picture is (hopefully) of Boots. it may not show up, if not then look up Craig Olejnik!! thats the perfect Boots, in my opinion:)