Cowboys and Mustangs

Night of Dreams- Chayni

The first thing my ears wake up to is the bathroom door being slammed against the wall. I look beside me on the bed seeing the covers crazily thrown and no Jesse. My heart starts to race when I realize that Jesse is throwing up. I crawl to the end of the bed, carefully going down the few steps to see Jesse hunched over the toilet. "Jesse are you okay?!" I ask as I stand on my tip-toes to look into the bowl, not seeing much concerning content.

He spits then leans away from the toilet so I could look at his face, he wasn't too pale so I don't think he caught a bug or anything. "Just got some butterflies." He sighs as he rests his head against the wall.

My heart hearts for him but yet I am so proud of him. Tonight are the last rides or times for the cowgirls and cowboys to have a chance for the buckle; Jesse is in a very good spot to win it all. Out of his eleven rides, he has only got thrown off three times which is pretty freaking great for his age and in this stage. But tonight it comes down to Jesse making a ride or scoring better than the guy he's tied with.

"Jess, I don't ever think I've seen you this nervous before." I try to laugh to help ease him through his nerves.

"I know Chayn, it's just that I want it. I want it so bad." He says with passionate desperation in his eyes.

I grab his hand and squeeze it, "That's what you gotta have Jess. You have to have that fire lit under you to get that buckle. Think about all the years you've spent on a mechanical barrel, traveling to different cities, in the practice pen on the back of a ranch bronc, and all the broken bones you've persevered to get to this point. Remember, steady drip wears away the stone. Pressure is a privilege Jess and you gotta rise above it to beat it."

"Steady drip wears away the stone." He repeats back to me, recalling the video we watched together about the Wright family and all of their hard work over the years of tremendous success.

"You got this cowboy!" I say excitedly, reaching over and squeezing his shoulder to help loosen his tense body. "C'mon, let's get ready for breakfast."

I get up and head to the sink since there really isn't a bathroom because we're in the trailer. I must admit, I'm ready to go back home and indulge in my queen sized bed and my full bathroom. And to also have room to myself; I love Jesse and all but gall dang that kid can be such a mess.

I just wash my face and moisturize because I don't feel like putting on makeup until later this evening. Instead of putting on mascara, I curl my natural lashes to enhance my eyes and hopefully make me look like my body wasn't completely drained.

It's been a long week in this trailer and the days have been long and hard on my physical and mental state, and I'm not even competing! I've been taking care of Jess more than I have myself, but I'd do it a thousand times if he asked me to. He doesn't know this but I want that buckle for him more than he does.

Putting his hands on that buckle will be the icing on the cake for him, seriously. Jesse is so humble he doesn't know how great of a man he really is and I think the world title will make him finalize realize all he's done to get here. He's maintained working a part time job and working on the ranch since he was 14 years old, graduated high school with a 3.8 GPA, is a great son and brother, a helleuva friend, got accepted into college, and the best boyfriend in the entire world. I can't wait to see his face when he finally realizes it.

"Will you trim the back of my neck?" Jesse calls out.

"Sure." I say waking out of my dream for Jesse. I move aside so Jesse can stand in front of mirror and I put a towel around his shoulders and he plugs in his electric razor for me. The back of his neck wasn't too outgrown but I understood why he wanted it shaved, it looked clean and very fresh, perfect for pictures tonight.