The cowboy // DNF horse back riding AU //

Chapter Four

Chapter four

"George Davidson,"

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The taller shut up for a second, the tension in the air only getting thicker. George smiled smugly, quite satisfied with the situation.

"Mhm, sure. Because the George Davidson would totally come to this barn." The blonde man spoke sarcastically, making sure to emphasize his words out of pure disbelief. The Brit looked up at him and scoffed-- he seemed to be doing that alot. The stranger's eyes began to roam around George's face for a bit before he had, sadly, come to the realization that this was indeed 'the one and only George Davidson'. His expression faltered a bit, making George's grin grow wider.

The man sighed, slightly accepting defeat.

"I'm Dream," He muttered, putting his hand out infront of him. His tone was still sour toward the brunet, so George decided not to shake it

"What type of name is that?" He asked instead, furrowing his brows.

'Dream' Huffed, his hand retreating back into his pocket.

"Whatever. It was nice meeting you, Davidson,"

He dismissed himself with a fake smile and a small wave before walking past George, who was left wordless. Honestly, making an enemy his first day in Florida was not on his agenda, however it wasn't his fault that guy was a complete wanker. Something about that guy was off to him, whether it was how abnormally tall he was, or maybe just his personality, George couldn't tell. It was in the past now, though, so the brit just shrugged it off and continued his venture to the arena. Within couple minutes of walking, the brunet was able to find himself standing outside the arena, which was as big, if not bigger, than the stables itself.  There were tons of jumps inside the arena, each and every one including there own details and themes, which he appreciated. At the brits old barn, all the jumps were pretty much just standards, lacking any sort of decoration or color, so he was more than excited to try them out on Ash when the time came. This place felt like a dream. Speaking of dream's, the familiar blonde was entering the ring, a tall horse following behind. He watched as Dream closed the metal gate. The horse was fully tacked in western gear, which seemingly matched well with what Dream had been wearing. George stood there as the blonde mounted his horse, sitting firmly in the saddle as he put one airpod in his ear and stowed the case away into his pocket. The brit should have just walked away, but part of him was just a little itty bit curious to see what exactly Dream was up to. Plus, it seemed as if the blonde hadn't noticed his presence yet, which gave him a reason to stay.

There were 3 barrels set up on the left side of the arena, which was the only space that wasn't packed with colorful jumps. Consequentially, Dream had just finished his final warm-up lap, and was heading in that direction. Once the horse had gotten to the corner it was instructed to go to, the animal came to a halt. Dream let out a breath, then with both legs kicked the belly of his horse, which, by the speed the horse had taken off with, barely had any force behind it. The two moved so fast that his eyes could barely even keep track of them. It was incredible.

Time passed, and before he knew it, the blonde was dismounting his horse. Honestly, George was certain that he had been caught, even if Dream didn't say anything. It was worth it, though. He isn't all that into western guys, but damn, that was impressive. the brit shook his head as he walked away, a small grin nagging at the corners of his lip. He didn't realize how late it had become in such a short amount of time, but it was nearly pitch-black outside by the time he said his goodbyes to both his horse and the barn. The brunet dug around in his pocket for his phone for a good minute, and pulled it out, pressing the side button to turn it on. The screen did turn on, however, it flashed the 'no battery' picture, then turned back off again. George froze. He completely forgot about his phone, but it was too late now. He was royally screwed.