No You And Me

Chapter 5

(Riley's p.o.v)

'You're no good for me, baby you're no good for me, you're no good for me but baby I want you I want you.'

I rubbed circles around Karla's ears and listened to her high pitched whinnies. I was feeling much happier with myself because we could finally harvest the corn and have some amazing lunch. I fed the remaining horses and left to tend to the cows.

'Baby put on your heart-shaped sunglasses, cuz we gon' take a ride.'

I swung the empty bucket of oats and shoved my hands into the pockets of my blue denim jeans while I sang confidently. I refilled the buckets and trekked to the large corral where our cows were kept. They mooed cheerfully as I lifted the buckets over the fence and jumped in with them.

'I'm not gonna to listen to what the past says I been waiting up all night.'

The cows usually got excited whenever I jumped over the fence. They gathered around and began to eat from their bucket of feed. I smiled at them and stole a quick glance at the chickens clucking around desperately; luckily we had a few sacks of corn. I wandered into the storage house and lumbered a sack of corn over my shoulder as I approached the tiny birds.

'Take another drag turn into ashes ready for another lie, says he's gon' teach me just what fast is say it's gon' be alright.'

The chickens clucked loudly as I scattered the corn around them.

'Diet Mountain Dew baby New York city, never was there ever a girl so pretty, do ya think we'll be in love forever do ya think we'll be in love.'

My fingers itched with the desire to saddle a horse and run off into the mountains like we used to but everything was much simpler these days; too much work to have any fun.

'Whoa, y'all sure are hungry,' I laughed at the chickens pecking at each other for the corn lying in the dirt. I threw a few more handfuls and returned the sack.

'Let's take Jesus off the dashboard, got enough on his mind,' I sang happily as I kicked the dirt on my way back to the house. I was thrilled to be going to Mr Doe's house today.

Mr John Doe was a writer, a real famous one from New York and he moved down here same as all them other writers; the scenery. They said it inspired them or something; I never got it but I sure liked hearing them speak. Mr Doe had like dark hair sticking up all the time and a lot of money. Brown eyes, big hipster glasses and this accent that said I'm way better than you in everything.

I finished breakfast almost immediately and grabbed Rhiannon out of her booster seat. She was so adorable she had brown eyes and dark curly hair; I loved her so much. 

'Hey guys,' I sang as I entered the stables. I quickly saddled Daze and placed Rhiannon in front of me as we rode out of the farm.

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'Hi Mr. Doe!' I called out as I swung his basket of dairy products in my hand while Rhiannon sat comfortably on my lap.

'Dear Riley, do come inside.'

He wore these vintage sunglasses that were tinted blue which I adored so much. He offered to get me a pair but I refused to let him spend money on me again.

'So how is your life?'

(A/N This is Mr. Doe's house to the side)

'Oh it's great I guess, some new writer's moved in.'

'As always,' he sighed.

I smiled and dropped the basket on his table while he handed me a flask filled to the brim with hot coffee.