Becoming a Farmboy

Chapter 5 : Back pain

Chapter 5

Riker POV

I climbed up to my loft, and dove under my purple comforter. My whole body was shaking. Storms make me so stressed out because I get so scared. It's loud, and it shakes the house, and I hate it.

I heard the loft door open.

"Riker."

It was Dakota.

"What?" I asked, quietly.

"We're all going to watch the weather channel in the living room if you wanted to join us."

"N-no. I-I'm f-fine."

"Ok."

This is about to be a bad night.

The next day...

Riker POV

"Wake up. We've got chores to do."

The covers were pulled off of me, and I saw Dakota.

"What time is it?"

"6:30."

"In the morning!?"

"Yup. Get dressed. Breakfast is in 10 minutes."

I sighed, and sat up. I got dressed up in the loft. I used the bathroom, and then went to the kitchen.

Dakota put a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon in my hands. I sat down at the table, and ate.

"Ready to go do chores?" Dakota asked.

"Um... Yeah."

I followed Dakota outside. Like yesterday, it was like a 15 minute walk across the grass to a barn. Ok, how many barns do they have?

"We're going to milk the cows."

Dakota handed me a bucket.

"I-I don't know how."

"Obviously. You don't know how to do anything. I'm going to teach you."

She got a little stool, and put it next to one of the cows. She put a bucket under the cow.

"Sit."

I sat down on the ground, making sure not to sit in cow poop.

She showed me her technique. I got my own stool and bucket, and went over to another cow.

"Is it going to kick me?" I asked, quietly.

"Ok, first of all, don't you remember yesterday? These are not 'its,' Riker. They are hims or hers, or hes or shes. And she won't kick you if you do what I did."

I sighed, and sat down. I looked over at Dakota.

"How many cows do we have to milk?"

"Um... All of them?" Dakota said, like it was so obvious.

I sighed. It's going to be a long day...

Later...

Riker POV

Dakota and I were on our last cows. Our cows were next to each other.

All of a sudden, something wet hit my face. I looked over, and Dakota was spraying me with milk.

"Ew!" I yelled, jumping up.

I immediately knelt back down, and did the same thing to Dakota. And it became a mini milk war. By the time we were done, our clothes were pretty wet. We were both laughing.