Dakota was hardcore country. Born and raised in Granbury, Texas, one of, if not the smallest town in Texas.
She loved the familiarity of it all. The sun that rose accompanied by the roosters crowing, the way the gravel roads leading off the farm would crunch under her boots, the way the wind would whip through her hair when she was perched on a horse's back. The way the blue skies would cover the mass of land. That was some of the most beautiful things she loved about this place
She could never forget where she came from, the green rolling hills, the smell of all the wildflowers mixing with the warm air, the sight of the horses in the pasture, the smell of Ma baking some kinda pie and seeing Pa trying to boot up his old chevy truck.
Those were things she grew up with, she never liked the thought of fancy things, or people who valued materialistic things over personality, that was something that irked her
She loved how small Granbury was. Made everyone your friend, everyone would help out and you'd know everyone because you'd always see them on evenings gathering to watch the fireflies that lit up the night
Or the nights when Ma and Pa would have some neighbours over for an old-fashioned dinner of steak and potatoes in the gallery, old man Jenkins would play his guitar and everyone was family
She loved getting up early to head into the fields to pick up eggs, fill water in the troughs, feed the animals and groom the horses, it was what she grew up doing, it's what she loved to do. More over, she loved to sit on the backstep while Pa fixed his truck and he would regale her with stories from his childhood and then they'd go in and while Pa went to shower, she'd go in the kitchen and help Ma bake the never ending selection of pies she always had. Since she was little, Ma and Pa Rollins were her family.
Then came Seth Rollins. Boy, if she could turn back time. What had to be the shyest kid in the world who'd blush when a girl talked to him became her best friend quickly.
They'd been best friends from age 3 to 17 and then he left. He didn't wanna stay in Granbury when there were so many oppurtunities waiting for him out there, so with a parting greeting and her fake smile, she watched her best friend haul ass to Hollywood and become a big star. Of course, she was happy for him, but she didn't care for the fact that Hollywood had changed him, he lost his accent, changed the way he dressed, he got rid of the blonde streak he had since freshman year and began to live the life of a rockstar. Then came the scandals, all the girls, all the parties, all the sex, all the bad stories and that's when she stopped keeping track
That wasn't the kid with the bright gap toothed grin, she didn't know who it was but it wasn't her best friend. She refused to believe it.
For 11 years she tried to hate him for leaving her behind. But she couldn't.
She was a strong Texan, could move a log and tip a cow. Her accent was thick and smooth like honey, she wore daisy dukes, plaid shirts, plain vests and her cowboy hat and boots on a daily basis but she could also pull off some heels and a dress if need be
She preferred her way of life to everyone else's. She was a beautiful, stubborn, independent, smart, charming, cheeky, kind, rednecked individual who didn't take shit from anyone
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Hardcore Country
FanfictionSeth Rollins' parents had died when he was a mere toddler so that meant he was sent to live with his grandparents in Granbury, Texas. That was the definition of a small town. His grandparents owned a small ranch out there and there were hardly peopl...
