Chapter 3

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*Still having a blast writing this story and I'm always coming up with different ideas.*

BLAKE'S POV:

As i was walking i heard aria scream after me "until later cowboy" I was so used to hearing it so often but that didn't mean i loved it any less! actually i loved it more every time she said it. It made me feel loved although i think she probably only loves me as a friend. I guess this makes me forever friend zoned. I'm thinking about this when some one starts shouting my name. "Blake? Blake? Blake!!" i turn to see Anna shouting for me i quicken my pace a bit as she finally spots me coming towards her while she stood on the deck. "Yes Anna" i respond frustrated that she snapped me out of my distracting day dream. "Blake mommy wants u to take rusty for a walk" Anna says to me when i finally get to the porch. Rusty is our dark red Golden retriever. "tell her i said alright  and I'm gonna take him down to he pond with me so he can go for a short swim" I said to Anna as her iPhone bleeped notifying she got a text. "Oooohhhhh whose that?" i tease her. she blushed and i swear her voice went up 6 pitches as she said "No one! none of your business Blake!!!" does Anna have a boyfriend?!?!?! No no no i cant allow that! She's my little sister im supposed to protect her! Any guy talking to her better be damn sure they know who I am because if anyone touches her I don't even know what I would do. Thinking about that I started I wonder if Aria ever did love me the way I love her what would Calvin do?

I called for rusty in the door way. I heard the pounding of Rusty's paws and claws on the tile floors. and i moved as he zoomed out of the door. we walked to the pond and like every weekend i threw the ball in the water for him. he splashed and swam for about an hour when Aria suddenly appeared next to me. She was so beautiful as the sun made her face glow. and she handed me a glass of lemonade. "my favorite!" i exclaimed.

ARIA'S POV:

I finished Dixie's braid and tied it off before saddling her up for a short ride. i got on her and grabbed the reigns just trotting for a while around the riding ring. i finished up my ride with about 2 small jumps. i walked her back to the barn and unsaddled her and she dug into her breakfast as i ate a  banana next to her. i quickly finished and gathered the eggs from the coop. "SQUAWK SQUAK!" Yelled a person behind me. "Calvin" I exclaimed " You scared me! Why would you do that i swear you boys this morning are getting on my nerves! where is Jason to finish it off?" i say sarcastically "Here i am" Who else would say that of coarse JASON!! and he squirted me with a mini squirt gun i squealed and dropped the egg that was currently in my hand. "ugh Jason! You boys need to leave me be! Dammit I dropped an egg because of you!" On that note you grabbed the rest of the eggs and brought them inside and put them in the bowl with the other eggs in my fridge, extremely pissed off. I took off my riding boots and replaced them with my cowgirl boots. and then i walked down to the pond where none other but Blake was sitting at while Rusty his dog swam around. My mood was easily fixed at the sight of his toned body. Watching him there with his almost completely skin tight shirt showing off his muscles i almost dropped the two glasses of lemonade i had. I walked over and sat next to him giving him his lemonade. We talked small talk for a while like normal. Then suddenly he yells rather loudly "shit! RUSTY NOOOOO" i follow his gaze and discovered what he was yelling at. On the other side of the pond Rusty was about to bite down on nothing else but a porcupine. i instantly copied Blake and screeched "RUSTY NOOOOO!!!!! we ran as fast as we could but it was too late the porcupine hit Rusty with his quills and Rusty yelped and ran towards us. "Oh crap, Rusty are you okay" i spoke softly to him "well guess what we will be removing for the next 2 hours Aria?" Blake said referring to all of the little barbed quills.

*Hope you all liked this chapter!*

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