~ Cowboy's Girl ~

"The name's Striker."

(I might switch POVs in between reader's and Striker's sometimes)

Reader's POV:

I was sleeping peacefully like every other time at 8 am, until...
*RIIIIIIINNNGG!!!!*
It was the doorbell!
"Fuck!" I thought to myself.
I immediately jumped up like crazy and ran towards the front door. I opened it up with my messy hair and baggy eyes. It was some snake guy with light red skin. He had big horns and a really long tail. His eyes piercing and green yellowish- hypnotizing. He wore a cowboy outfit.
"How may I help you, sir?" I asked.
A grin grew on his face as he slightly tipped his hat. "Howdy! The name's Striker. Heard you're new 'round here. Need a helpin' hand with somethin' ,missy?" He asked in a raspy voice. It sounded quite nice actually.
I felt my cheeks flush slightly, and I nodded in answer to his question. "I'm y/n. And thank you, please come in." I stepped aside and held the door open until he had walked in- then I closed it.
"Please sit down, Striker. Anything you want me to bring you? Water, tea, soda?" I asked politely, as I always took care of my guests.
Striker nodded sightly, with the same grin on his face.
"Sure, Mel. Water would be nice." he answered.
I nodded and went to the kitchen, feeling his gaze upon me. Shrugging it off, I came back with a glass of water. I looked up at him after gently placing the glass of water onto the table in front of the couch. I caught him staring into my fucking tit crack while I was bending down and facing him. My cheeks immediately got red, and I narrowed my eyes at that dirty grin of his. "Here you go..." I grumbled.
"Thanks, sugar.~" He chuckled.
I sat next to him, watching as he reached for the water and drank until the glass was empty.
"So, what'cha need help with, sexy?" Striker asked. I blushed heavily, his words echoing through my mind.
"Hello?" He waved his hand in front of my face.
I snapped out of day dreaming. "Oh yeah ummm... I'd like a small tour around town if it's alright?" I hesitantly stated. He nodded and stood up, offering me to hold his hand.
I accepting the offer, and we walked around the neighbourhood as he explained where everything important was.
In the end I thanked him.
"You should come over again sometime. We could drink something together." I said before chuckling. Striker's face lit up. "Oh yeah good idea, sunshine."
I smiled. "Well then...see ya." "See ya." He handed me a piece of paper with his phone number written on it, before he walked out.
I sighed, lowkey glad to be alone again, but also kinda not.
I sat down and started playing games on my phone.

The next day, Striker came over.
We talked and got to know each other a bit better.

(Incomplete Chapter, but thats it for now. I'll definitely continue writing tomorrow! Thanks for reading the not even half way done chapter!)