Dancing in the Oaks

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I walked outside of my truck to find Nick picking away on the guitar over on his porch. I couldn't believe the fact that I decided to go back to my house. It's taken some time to get used to the presence of some spirits, but overall I guess I can say that it's nice. I have to. Nick's father, along with Dillon, now live back in their house. I pushed the door shut when Nick looked over at me and smiled. "What?" I asked. He just continued to play and smile at me. It took me a minute to figure it out, but he was playing my favorite songs. I couldn't figure it out until he started to sing. I sat next to him as close as I could and just drank my watermelon mint juice that I brought. I closed my eyes, and listened to him sing.

"You know the rodeo is in one month?" His face lit up. I knew he was glad that rodeo was right around the corner.

"Holy... cow! It's already May!" I exclaimed. Time sure does fly by really quickly.

"Yeah."

"Ugh." I rubbed my eyes when I finally realized that I have literally done barely any work with my horse for the past week or so.

He continued to play his guitar. "It's fine right?"

"Oh yeah. I'm determined that we are gonna win this. Trust me." I got a little cocky there for a second. I have to admit that I told Nick not to be that way, so I was contradicting my statement big time.

"Oh Norah. Remember what you told me?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I rolled my eyes.

He put his guitar in the chair in front of us and he let me scoot closer. "You're just so determined aren't you?"

"Yes. Hey I could just make my Situation sad, but I ain't gonna do that. It would not be fun." I am determined to get rid of my situation, as it is not pleasing to me. I hate looking at my life as destroyed.

"Well, that's what is good. You're determined and willing. Guess what I found?" He asked.

"What! I don't know. Did you find your fathers hat you've been looking for?"

"No."

"Hmm... maybe you found the bracelet I was looking for?" I was looking for an old bracelet from the 1940s that my great great grandmother passed onto my mother. I wore it once and it has been gone since then.

"No." He pulled out a folded black shirt from behind him.

"Oh my gosh! It's your sponsor shirt! Nick." I unbuttoned it and put it over my shirt.

He laughed. "You look so cute!"

"Hmm go figure." I snapped back while smiling. My smile was bigger than Texas.

"That's my fifth one of those." He said.

"Why?"

"I ripped three and I got that one and another one."

"You have another one?"

"Yeah."

"I can't wait to barrel race." I said. "Are you bull riding?" I asked.

"Yeah I am gonna ride a bull. I wanna enter. Please, I will be alright."

"I can't have you die though. We can't have history repeat itself like what happened to Lane Frost." Lane Frost was a bull rider, who got impaled by the bull.

"Right, right, sure, that will not happen. I won't be getting killed by the bull."

I button the shirt all the way up to the top button. I noticed that the shirt had been stained with something. I couldn't quite figure it out. "What's this?" I asked.