Stable Connection

Chapter Eight

 

Lina’s POV

 

 

“Ah, much better.” Jen said as she walked out of the bathroom drying her hands on her jean shorts.

“Good now that you’re refreshed you can help us gather eggs.” I said standing up from the bale of hay I was sitting on.

“Oh hell no! Girl, do you see what I’m wearin’?” Jen said gesturing over her shorts and white tack top.

“Yeah, and?” I replied knowing damn well that I couldn’t get that girl to get dirty if her life depended on it; the only time I had seen her with and dirt on her at all is when we went mudding and she only got dirty then because it was fun not work.

“You must have a few screws loose in the little head of yours if you think I’m steppin’ foot in a chicken coop.” She placed a hand on her hip and raised her eyebrows at me.

“You’re such a girl.” I complained as we all started walking out of the barn together.

“Is there something wrong with that?” She asked and I just rolled my eyes at her.

“So I heard Juniors havin’ a party Friday, you goin’?” I asked as we made our way toward the chicken coop.

“Is a pigs ass pork? Does a bear shit in the woods? Does a one-legged duck swim in circles? Does…” I cut her off before she could spit out ten more analogies.

“Ok, ok I get it, you’re goin’” I said interrupting her; Jon was doubled over in laughter next to us and we both stopped to look at him with grins. It was going to take some time for him to get used to Jen and her crazy way with words.

“I bet there’s never a dull moment with you around.” He said to Jen when he finally got his laughter under control.

“I’m slicker than pig snot on a glass door knob Jonny boy; don’t ya’ worry about gettin’ bored with me around.” Jen replied with a wide smile as Jon set off into another fit of laughs.

“Jen would you stop it, you’re goin’ to give the boy a hernia of you keep makin’ him double over in laughter like that.”

“I can’t help it that I’m entertaining.” She shrugged her shoulders before slapping Jon hard on the back breaking him out of his laugh.

“Ouch, what is it with you girls and hitting people?” He asked standing back up straight.

“Sissy.” Jen mocked the same response I gave him earlier after I hit him.

“That’s what she said but you two hit harder than an MMA fighter.” He tried rubbing his back where I was sure there was still a red handprint from Jen.

“Here’s a little life lesson for ya’ Jonny boy; never walk behind a horse, in front of a bull or mess with a southern girl unless you want to get kicked, picked, or hit.” Jen said before reaching in her pocket and pulling out her phone; Jon chuckled and shook his head.