"Come on, Rosie. Hurry up." Jake shouted from the other side of the stables. "We have a buyer coming to look at the horses in fifteen minutes."
Rosie walked to meet her best friend. "What needs doing?" She asked, putting on her blue gloves.
"Just give Sunset a wash for me, will you?" Jake asked while wiping sweat off of his forehead. "I doubt that anyone will want to buy her because of her health issues but she still needs a wash because she's still got mud on her from yesterday. You shouldn't have let her run off like that." He chuckles, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"It wasn't my fault!" Rosie quickly protested while Jake tried not to laugh at how serious Rosie was.
"It was." Jake stated while smiling.
Finally Rosie smiled. "Okay. Maybe it was but you love me so it's okay." She said jokingly. Rosie couldn't tell if Jake was blushing or whether his face was just red from the last horse ride.
"Do not." He said.
"Do to."
"Do not."
"Don't deny it Jakey-boy." Rosie teased. "Everyone loves Rosie-Posie." Jake raised an eyebrow at her.
"You're actually calling yourself that?" Jake inquired, the corners of his mouth turning upwards into a smile.
"Yeah I am." Rosie said happily. " All the boys will be running after me."
Jake burst out laughing. "Whatever you say Rosie-Posie. Now get to work." He demanded before forcefully pushing her around and towards Sunset. Jake was smiling because of his last conversation with Rosie and his blue eyes were shining. Rosie was smiling too but Jake wasn't the reason.
Rosie walked over to Sunset and began collecting the stuff she needed to wash her. Sunset was a small white pony with light brown patches in random places and blonde straw-like hair. Sunset wasn't Rosie's favourite horse but she had always had a soft spot for her because of her illness. The vet said that she wouldn't last long. A year or two at the most.
Rosie had just gathered the buckets of water when a voice spoke up from behind her.
"She's beautiful." A child-like voice said from behind her. Rosie spun around to see a girl with strawberry blonde hair looking at Sunset in awe. Rosie smiled at the sight of her.
"Yeah. She is." Rosie agreed. The little girl squealed and then ran off. About one minute later the girl returned clinging onto an older boy's hand. He looked about Rosie's age and had blonde hair that was in a side fringe on his head. He was dressed in similar clothes to Rosie with a red checked top, skinny jeans and big brown boots. And he had green eyes. Usually from so far away you wouldn't be able to distinguish the colour but his eyes were so bright that Rosie could see them clearly.
"Is this the one you want?" He said looking down at the girl who I guessed was his sister because he was definitely two young to be her father.
"Oh." I interrupted. "I'm not so sure if that's a good idea."
"Why not?" The boy said, looking up at her.
"Well, she has health problems. The vet says that she might not last long. Probably two years at the maximum." The boy nodded.
"What's she called?" He questioned.
"Sunset."
"Why?"
"We found her caught in barbed wire and the vet diagnosed her with a severe illness. She didn't have a name so I gave her one: Sunset. Sunsets are proof that everything has a beautiful ending so seeing as though her time was almost up, I called her Sunset. It's kind of like a good luck thing." Rosie explained.
The boy smiled. "That's thoughtful."
"Too thoughtful." I chuckled.
The boy shook his head. "You can never be too thoughtful. It's impossible." He chuckled. "Interesting."
"What's interesting?" I inquired.
"You are." He said seriously. I blushed at his comment. "What's your name?"
"Rosie. What's yours?"
"Mkenzie." He said. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
