The cowboy // DNF horse back riding AU //

Chapter Three

Chapter three

This barn was massive. Beautifully kept stalls and horses were around every corner, not to mention how clean the place was. George was in awe. Slowly, he started to make his way around the mostly empty barn, trying to find his horse whilst still admiring how breathtaking the whole property was. Soon enough, his eyes landed on a familiar sight. The beautiful mare stood there in her spacious stall, the sun rays perfectly outlining her features. The mare's clean white coat was speckled with dark grey spots, her hair being lightly tossed around from the fan that her head had sat in front of. The brit gently touched the stall door, which had a plate that had been engraved with his horses name, Ash. He unlocked the stall door, seamlessly slipping himself inside the horse's enclosure, and made sure to close the door behind him. Without a thought, the brit hugged her neck, the horse embracing it and replying with a little whinny.
"Hey beautiful, how was the trip?" George asked the mare, backing off of her. He examined the horse, every inch of her, to make sure she didn't get injured a bit as he checked out the rest of the barn. After spending a good twenty five minutes sitting inside the stall with Ash, he decided to go explore the rest of the facility.

Locking the stall door, he continued to walk down the corridor of horse stalls, hoping to find the tack room. It was the second thing he needed to check off his to-do list. It was a bit tricky, but he was able to navigate his way around the big barn, and into said room. George took a good look around the filled room, his eyes latching onto a specific box with his name on it.

"What? that's actually so cool," The Brit smiled to himself, opening the box to make sure his stuff was there. Once he was certain all of his gear was there, the man turned around, noticing the wall of mounted saddles. Like the stalls, each of them had name plates beneath the stands. He couldn't help but feel a bit flattered when he spotted his own as he exited the room.

According to George, he was completely alone at the barn. The door made a loud noise once it shut, which genuinely had spooked him a bit, but he shook it off and kept walking. Now that he had seen pretty much all of this side of the barn, he was determined to scout the arena. With his phone dead and nothing else to focus on whilst he walked, George's gaze settled on looking at his shoes, and the floor infront of them.

Well, that was until he bumped into something- or someone. George didn't really process the situation quickly, all he knew was that he was now sitting on the concrete floor. The brunet looked up, only to find a very tall man basically towering over him. The man was wearing some jeans, a flannel shirt, and cowboy boots. His blonde hair was a little messy and damp, which George had assumed it was from the Florida heat. The blonde's eyes were a light green (or yellow for George-) color, which had been piercing straight back into George's eyes. The Brit noticed a hand out right ahead of him, which was enough to break him out of the trance.

"My bad, dude,"

The blonde man was quick to apologize, hoping the boy on the ground would take his hand. George hesitated for a minute, but ending up taking his hand anyways. His hands were rough, but nonetheless huge. With one small yank the stranger managed to get George standing once again. The brit swiftly took his hand back, placing it on his lower hip.

"Shit, dude. I'm sorry, are you okay?" The man asked, tilting his head down to make eye contact with George.

Any words the brunet planned on using had died down in his throat the minute his eyes met the others. Silence filled their presence, which made it a little awkward for both of them.

"I'm, yeah, i'm fine," he replied, his annoyance and British accent both laced thick within his words, which must've been entertaining to the blonde, since he giggled a little at his words.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh, Nothing. You're not from here, huh?" he replied, straightening his back as he spoke.

"Wow, thanks captain obvious."

"Geez, it was just a question,"

"A dumb one,"

The blonde scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Anyways, who even are you?" The man questioned, his demeaner clearly changing. His arms were crossed, and his tone of voice a bit more intimidating than before. George doesn't know why, but that irritated him.

"You don't know who i am?" It might've sound stuck up, but he didn't really care in that moment. Something about this guy was starting to make him annoyed, so when George saw the other's behavior become bitter, he did the same.

"Uh, no? That's why I asked?"

Another scoff, this time from the brit.

"George," he gave the other a shit eating grin, "George Davidson."

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Lmao this was kinda cringe but whatever! Also thanks for the 2 reads!! Honestly i didn't even think ANYONE would find this!

Damn, its been over a year and now its at like 190+ reads. insane.

Also these first couple chapters are going to be short even with my revision, but once i finish rewriting them, i'll be able to actually make good chapters, so just bare with me 💀💀

Btw its 3:33 am right as im typing this so heh

..yeah i should probably go to bed