Watermelon Moonshine | Rip Wheeler

Watermelon Moonshine - Chapter One

The day was warm and sunny. The breeze smelled of horses and cattle, but the beautiful scenery made Montana so worth it.

Camila brushed a loose strand of hair out of her face, smiling as she nudged her best friend, Layla. "Well.." She looked around, inhaling a deep breath. "One more city to add to our list, huh?"

"I guess you could say that." Layla scrunched her face. "It smells like cow." She sighed. "And calling it a city would be generous, Cami."

"Enjoy the mountains and hush, please." Camila shook her head. "It's summer and we're outside, be happy." She turned her head to look at her, she was wiping the sweat from her freshly tanned forehead.

Layla feigned a smile, only for it to drop to the floor and into a scowl when Camila turned to look away. "I need a drink." She mumbled, looking from side to side to see what she could find. "Let's see what you have to offer, honky tonk, Montana." Camila's mouth agape a bit at the words that left her mouth, setting her hands on her hips sternly as she watched Layla walk in the direction of a hole in the wall bar. "You coming?" She turned to look at her best friend as she walked. "And close your mouth you don't know what's in the air out here, or what kind of bugs there are, they're probably the size of horses."

She sighed, following after her, as Layla reached for the door and pulled on the handle, the cool AC made their hair fly in different directions until it settled down their back and shoulders as the door shut behind them. Camila ran a hand through Layla's blonde hair to further perfect the golden locks.

Layla was always the go getter, the strong and emotionless of the pair. Camila never had to be, as long as Layla was around. So she was excited to see how her best friend would handle this new town for the summer. She watched as she sat on a bar stool, twisting herself into place before scooting the one next to her out for Camila to sit. "Sit." She demanded, patting the stool.

Camila rolled her eyes, taking a seat. "How can I help you girls?" A handsome, middle aged bartender walked up, setting his hands on the bar in front of them.

"Corona with lime, please." Layla reached in her back pocket, sliding out a card holder and handed him a blue credit card. "And whatever the minor is having." She nodded at Camila, who glared at her. "Just kidding, show him your ID."

"God, you never stop talking." Camila reached for Laylas card holder, snatching it out of her hand and fishing her ID out and handed it to the man who had an amused smile playing on his lips.

"When did you put that in there?" Layla furrowed her eyebrows, tilting her head to the side.

"At the motel, I didn't want to bring anything with me. So, drinks on you?" Camila simpered, her eyebrows dancing. It was then she felt a presence behind her, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to rise.

"Drinks on me, ladies." They both spun to see a blonde, shaggy haired man getting confortable on the barstool next to Camila.

Camila reached for her ID as she took a quick glance at Layla to make sure they were on the same page, to that which Layla nodded a bit. "Sounds good to me." Layla said, holding her hand out pass Camila. "I'm Layla."

"Kayce." He tipped his hat before gripping her hand and placing a kiss to it. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance." He now looked at Camila. "And you are?"

"Gonna need a vodka redbull please." She smiled at the bartender, then at Kayce. "Camila, nice to meet you." She offered her hand and he took it, doing the same as he did with Layla. "Pleasure is mine. Are you all new around here?"

"We're here for the summer." Layla answered, reaching for the beer that was placed before her. "My dad owns the oil refinery."

"Oh." Kayce nodded, understanding. "Sounds like a rich man."