Michael's POV
After a miserably long flight, we finally land in Nashville, Tennessee. It's four in the morning here so apparently a taxi is taking us from the airport to the ranch, Wittshome Ranch, I think. It's a two hour drive from here, so I guess we won't be waking anyone up, if an actual ranch is anything like the movies say they are. I'm suddenly very nervous. I think it just hit me I'll be going at least two months without any alcohol. Or concerts. Or parties. Crap. How am I supposed to do this??? And I'll probably be on a really strict schedule. I don't like schedules. I'm punk rock, I don't follow anyone's schedule but mine. And I'll be working. Probably on some stupid sweaty horse or something. I groan, shoving my pillow between my head and the door. After a couple of minutes, I pass out.
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Angela's POV
My alarm goes off at the usual time, five A.M. I groan as I walk into the kitchen and start my coffee. Then I pull on my jacket and go outside. I feed my dog, Ginger, and then I go feed the horses. Those boys will be here in an hour so as soon as everyone's fed, I go inside and start on breakfast. I always make a big breakfast for the new comers, but since there's only four today it's not that big. My best friend and ranch hand Jake is coming this morning too. He knows how this place works so it'll help having him here. It's five forty five when Jake walks in.
"Ange I'm here!" He yells our, looking for me. I'm normally in the barn this time of the morning so he's probably confused.
"In here, Hon!" I yell back laughing. He laughs too and comes into the kitchen.
"Ooohhhh she's cooking! She must really be into these guys!" He exclaims, wrapping me into a hug from behind. I laugh and lean against him, hugging him as much as I can while still making the pancakes I was working on.
"You're so immature, Jake." I laugh. "I always make breakfast for the new kids. Plus, if I didn't make you food you'd starve." He laughs.
"I'll have you know, I am a twenty-four year old man. I am fully capable of feeding myself."
"Yes, but only if a certain twenty-five year old woman makes your food for you." I sass back. He smirks, but I talk before he can respond. "Set the table, will you Hon?" He nods and starts setting the table. As soon as I start putting food on the table, a taxi pulls up. I sigh, and wipe my hands on my jeans.
"Let this summer begin." I mumble to Jake as I walk outside.
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A/N I know they're short but I'm really horrible at long chapters. Plus I'm writing from my iPod so it's harder to do long chapter. The picture at the top is Jake. He's played by Chris Young
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