She walked away and I opened up the menu scanning over the items. Nothing seemed very appealing to me so I went with a simple chicken breast with raspberries and vinaigrette with mashed potatoes and a salad. Light and simple.
A few minutes later a blonde waiter with green eyes walked up to our table, notepad in hand. “Alright have you decided what you want to drink?”
“I’ve got this,” Harry said confidently, pretending to pop his collar. “Zayn’s going to have a Pepsi with a little bit of ice. Niall will have a beer in a frosted cup. Liam is going to have a sprite with no ice. I will have coke with a little ice. Caden is going to have a Shirley Temple, little ice, and three cherries. Louis will have a coke with no ice. Sorry, I don’t know Devon and Ashtyn to well to order for them.”
“That’s okay,” Ashtyn giggled. “Do you guys have sweet tea?”
The waiter gave her a confused look and I had to stifle a laugh. “Ash, babe, they don’t have the type sweet tea from back home. That’s a southern thing.”
“Poop,” She pouted. “I’ll have a sprite with a lemon and little ice and Devon will have a coke also with lemon and little ice.”
“Okay. I’ll go send these to the back and I’ll return in a second,” He replied, quickly writing down our orders. He tucked the pen behind his ear, gave us a warm smile, and then disappeared to the kitchen.
“So catch me up. What’s happened since I left?” I asked to turning to Ash.
“Ummmmm….” She replied, biting her finger. She always did that when she was thinking. “You remember Claud from junior year?”
“Of course I do. He’s the blonde one with the red highlights and the rose tattoo on his biceps, right?”
“Yep. That’s the one. He just got out of jail.”
“Really? How’d he get out early?”
“Everyone thinks he was sleeping with judge.”
“Anything else?”
“Marlow got a new horse. A real pretty black, Belgian Warmblood. Nothing new has really happened. Same old, same old.”
“Poo.”
She laughed, giving me a shoulder nudge, “It’s a small town. What were you expecting?”
I leaned against her with a sigh, “I miss home.”
“Yea. I do to,” she whispered back.
“What do you mean?” I asked, giving her a weird look. She gave me a smile, pulling me and Devon into a hug.
“Home is where ever you two are,” She answered.
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This is such a filler and I’m so sorry for the long wait. I’ve had a major case of the writer’s block. Hope you like it anyway.
Love yall.
~Becca
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White Horse
FanfictionCaden Jones is your typical 18 year old Country girl. She rides horses, gets dirty, and goes hunting. But that's all about to change when Caden gets a special phone call. Will she be able to handle all the drama that's coming her way or will she cru...
