She used to call me Cowboy

Im not the little girl you used to see

Tucker’s POV

I didn’t know what to do! As I picked up my clothes that were hanging on a tree limb and slipped them back on I thought about Victoria and the scene that we had just had.

We had been doing so good, laughing and playing around like we used to when we were kids. It made me wish that I had never left, how many hot summer moments had I missed because of my selfishness? I didn’t know.

Running a hand through my hair in exasperation I let out a frustrated cry. All I wanted was to make peace with her and somehow I kept managing to keep screwing it up. What made it all even worst was that in the time I had spent in California she went and grew up on me. I remembered the Vicky with a flat chest and braces, that girl could hardly turn a head, accept for mine of course. Vicky had always been mine to protect, no matter how nerdy she could get no one dared harm her with me by her side. Now here she was with her long golden hair and those bright blue eyes, she had gone from cute little Vicky Mason to absolutely beautiful Victoria Lee Mason horse whisper extrodanair with a hell of a grudge against me. I needed to fix this I needed to show her I cared, but how much did I care? I remembered what she looked like in the water only a half hour ago. A shiver went down my spine when I remembered what it was like to touch her skin, how badly I just wanted to keep touching her. It shouldn’t have been a surprise to me that I would feel like this about her, after all, we had spent nearly our entire lives together. That time apart that I spent with all those city California girls just made me realise how amazing Victoria really was to me, she was perfect.

How was i supposed to tell her that after I told her I pretty much abandoned her for something more? I had left to try a new life, I realised that life wasn’t for me, I came home. Why couldn’t she just be happy with that?

Because you screwed her over you idiot, I thought to myself, If you had even said goodbye that probably would have made a difference

Probably not much of a difference but enough that she wouldn’t hold a grudge over that probably. That would at least make things a little easier.

I slapped my ball cap back on my head and pulled myself into the saddle. As I headed back to the house I began thinking of what I could do to hopefully get Victoria to at least stop hating me, I mean, she did for an hour, couldn’t we possibly go longer than that?

I was afraid of what that answer might be.

As I rode through the overgrown path that we used to ride nearly every day I let my mind wonder as I looked at the tree’s, the afternoon sunlight shining through the leaves like gold. It reminded me of the one time when Vicky and I had been riding out here and her horse had bucked her off and ran home.

“Only a little bit longer” I said as we road down the dusty path that lead towards Vicky’s home

“I told you, I’m fine” Vicky said

Her arms were wrapped around my waist and she gave me a light squeeze, silently signalling my to shut up about it already. At the age of 16 Vick’s body had barley started to develop unlike the other girls at school.

“I just want your mom to take a look and make sure you haven’t smacked your head” I replied

“The only one who has to worry about getting smacked in the head is that stupid horse of mine and possibly you” Vicky growled, I hoped she was teasing about the last bit even though I knew she wasn’t very strong.

I let out a low chuckle, she always though she was so tough.

“It’s not funny” She wailed

“You’re the one who is supposed to be the magical horse girl in training” I said “And yet you can’t even stay in your saddle”

Vick’s face was pressed against my back so I could feel her scowling.