Bad boy, Great lips//h.s.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Christmas was always interesting on the Ranch. Every year was always a bit different yet always had the same happy buzz. Tammy loved Christmas so she went all out. Every thing red, green or white, most years anyways. This year the party theme colors were sliver, white and blue.

It looked like our storage compartment puked in our living room when I stumbled down the stairs that morning. It didn't take long for someone to put me to work either.

"Honey, JT is about to go feed the horses and cattle. Will you help him?" It was rhetorical question.

"Yeah," I mumbled and rubbed the temples due to the loud sounds around me. Music was playing, various kitchen items were at full speed and multiple talking people in the living room.

"Coffee?"

Mom pointed to the kitchen at my question. I grunted my thanks and scurried to Tammy's domain with cold hands and aching feet. Too many years of dancing I suppose.

I poured myself a cup without Tammy noticing my presence, I slinked out just as easily.

In my room was a body twisted and wrapped in thick covers. Brooke always ended up in interesting positions while sleeping. Once she had completely turned herself upside down in the bed and kicked me in the head in middle school.

My closet was large and walk in and now that all my clothes were here, it was full. I grabbed an old pair of jeans and a tee shirt. The jeans were old and worn in yet still managed to be tight, have I gained weight or something?

I shrugged off the idea, I can't say I really care right now. Stuffing my feet into my shoes and I yelled at Brooke.

"Wake up douche bag!"

I heard her groan and the bed creak as she shifted in the bed.

She grunted something and didn't bother rolling out of bed.

"You have exactly five seconds to get up before I dump my water bottle on you," I told her. It worked, her legs quickly swung off the mattress and she was on her feet, very wobbly might I add.

She rubbed her blue eyes and pushed back wavy brown hair.

"You ass, you didn't even have an water," she muttered.

I grinned. "It worked didn't it?"

She chucked a pillow at me. I chuckled and slipped back down stairs, engulfing my entire cup of coffee in the process.

I raked my hair into a pony tail while jogging out to the barn. I tied my messy hair up and grabbed some gloves on a small tac table inside the barn.

"Which have you done?"

"Section A has no food and B have no food and water," JT yelled to me as he threw hay on the floor and food in the bin. I nodded and got to work.

I've done this my entire life. Feeding livestock and raising them then selling them. It came as easy as breathing now. I didn't even have to think about what to do or how to work my hands. I could do it with my eyes closed. I got around to me favorite mare after a few stalls.

"Hey baby," I cooed to Nala.

"How are you doing? I haven't seen you in months."

I continued talking to Nala as I worked around, brushing her quickly and taking out her braids. She's gone to competition recently if her mane was braided with ribbons and flowers, which had wilted by now.

I patted her head and huffed at me.

"You wanna ride?" I whispered to her.

I wasn't suppose to be out riding but it's a rule I've broken far too many times to count.