Cowboys and Mustangs

Drunk Jesse- Chayni

"Take care of my daughter." Dad says with a deep voice as he shakes Jesse's hand with a firm grip. Mom and I refrain from rolling our eyes at my protective father who knows Jesse wouldn't do any different than that.

"Yes'sir." Jesse says with his duffel bag in his other hand, standing on the porch steps.

"Make sure to take pictures!" My mom says as Jesse walks down towards his pickup, where I stand by the box.

"I'll text you when we get there." I say to her before I round the box, going to the passenger side.

"Okay, bye sweetie! Bye Jesse, good luck!" She says like a proud parent.

Jesse yells a quick 'thanks' then sits down in the driver seat, starting his pickup. "Thank God she didn't make us take pictures." I mutter as I strap on my seat belt.

"You don't wanna document our first official road trip alone?" Jesse lightly jokes as he starts driving down my drive.

"Oh I'm sure you'll take pictures of me sleeping." I lightly glare at him, knowing he has horrible pictures of me totally zonked, ugly ones.

Jesse looks almost offended, "Oh, they'll be no sleeping in this pickup today. No ma'am," he says, grabbing my hand tightly before he declares, "We're going to City Brew, getting a cold brew, and I'll play my playlist that I specifically made for us." Jesse says confidently.

I was very intrigued and interested to hear this supposed playlist he created for us, "Let me see." I say, holding out my hand, then he pulls his phone from his pocket handing it to me.

"It's under 'Chayni J & me'." He says, melting my heart. I smile to myself as I scroll through, eventually finding the title and clicking on it. I glance over the titles of songs of different genres varying from Texas country, today's hits, rock n'roll, blues, and even Christian music, "Ya like?"

"I'm just disappointed there's no speaker on the outside of your pickup so other vehicles can hear you sing, 'Love Shack'." Jesse and I both laugh at the thought of Jesse singing the ridiculous song of the late 80's.

As we pull up to our beloved City Brew, a coffee place that I got Jesse hooked on, I reach for my wallet, "Please let me buy our coffee." I say to Jesse as he pulls into the parking lot. Jesse rarely lets me pay for anything whenever we go somewhere and it honestly really annoys me, he knows I can pay too. Sometimes I have to ask the waiter to give me the check in advance while Jesse is in the bathroom just so I can pay. Obviously, I know he is just trying to be a good boyfriend, but what kind of girlfriend would I be if I let him go broke?

Jesse gives me a hesitant look, "I'll buy you a blueberry scone.." I try to bribe him.

"Fine, but I got everything else tonight." Jesse eyes me as he pulls into the line of the drive thru.

"Then I get breakfast tomorrow!" I say quickly, earning another look from him but I don't care.

But suddenly he grabs my left hand, lowering his head to bat his long eyelashes at me, "Can I please get two scones?" He asks very cutely and politely, making me laugh at his adorableness.

"Fine, but just because you're so cute!" I say playfully grabbing his chin and squishing his cheeks, like he always does to me. But he crinkles his face because he hates being called cute because he think's it's too girly. In his words, 'girls are cute, men are handsome or if you please, hot'.

He pulls his head away, rolling down his window getting ready to order. But just because I'm in the mood to admire him, I rest my hand on his shoulder, my fingers reaching up to stroke the hair by his ear, something I know he loves. He puts the back of his head against the seat and I see his shoulders relax as he waits. I get this overwhelming feeling of happiness because I know I'm able to get Jesse to actually relax and be comfortable when he's worrying about his own world; I loved knowing I was the one who did that for him.