You Shouldn't Kiss Me Like That

Superstar

We dropped our stuff off at the main estate, and decided to drive down to the arena so Allie could show me around a bit. When we got there, Cutter was getting a colt ready to take to the round-pen. I went to see all the horses in the barn; it only took a few seconds. We sat in the back of an old, falling-apart, flat truck bed by the round-pen and talked to Cutter's grandpa Channing about lord-knows-what. I didn't pay much attention to what he was talking about though. I was too busy appreciating the scenery.

Cutter led the horse in circles along the perimeter of the pen. I noticed, when he would ride past, he would catch my gaze, no doubt fully aware that I'd been watching. I couldn't help it though. There was just something about a guy on horseback that I had a hard time ignoring. The smirk on his face, he knew it.

"Hey, Cutter," Allie shouted, breaking my thoughts, "Show Lacey how you pivot that colt," she told him. He looked over to me; it was finally my turn to smirk. I did, and I gestured for him to go ahead. He pulled the colt left and he started turning in tight circles around himself. I shrugged; it's nothing I haven't been able to do before. He pulled the horse the opposite way, as if it would be more impressive. I couldn't help but laugh at his lame attempts at showing off.

"Yes, Allie," I said, "I understand the concept of pivots," I told her sarcastically. She rolled her eyes and told me to shut up. I laughed and went back to petting Rebel, Channing's old hound dog.

I tried my hardest to find something to distract me from Cutter, anything to keep from looking back up at him. Then it hit me...literally...Curtis threw a stick tryng to hit Allie, but he hit me instead...Both of us jumped up and ran at him. We tackled him to the ground, or at least tried to. He easily picked us both up and set us on the ground. We tried again a few more times, but, obviously, the effort was futile.

We'd given up just in time it seems; we turned around to see Cutter riding out the gate. Nicole was standing by the horse talking to him again. Great. From what I could tell, she was telling him how he needed to talk to me and how much she knows we like each other and stuff. His face turned raddish red when he realized I heard her. Now seemed like the perfect time to pull her back and do some damage control. "What's goin on?" I asked her simply. She said nothing, as per usual. I didn't say anything. I just looked up. I was greeted by a goofy, teenage boy smile. I smiled back, and turned back to Nicole. He rode off, obviously happy with himself, to put the colt up.

"Do you wanna go see the kitten we've got living in the feed room?" Nicole asked me. I know my face brightened at that. I loved cats, so, of course, I had to say yes. We went to the feed room in the barn, and she opened the door to reveal a tiny, grey fluffball. I just about died! I picked her up and walked outside to the fresh air (probably refreshing for kitty too). Nicole ran off pretty quick when we got outside, mumbling about having to grab something from the house. I was confused, up until I looked around to see that there was no one around. Well, no one except Cutter.

"So, you like cats, huh?" He asked randomly. I nodded and told him I'm just an animal lover in general. "I hate cats," he admitted. I picked up kitty off my shoulder.

"Aw, how could you hate something this cute?" I asked him, holding her up to his face. He threatened to throw her. I pouted a bit, "Well, you're a real sweetheart." I turned to take the kitty back to her hiding spot. "No wonder you'd rather live in here," I told the little kitten. She purred in response.

Back outside, Curtis was sitting in the driver's seat of the car. Allie was on top of the cab. Apparently, she'd had the brilliant idea of trying to drive her off the top. I stood back and watched, wishing I'd had a video camera. Curtis took off toward the trail to the main road, and Allie slid off the side of the cab in his turning. He stopped long enough for Cutter to jump in the truck, and they drove off. Allie yelled after them, and they said they were going out. They'd be home later. She kicked the dirt behind the truck as they kept on by driving.