Thebetterchild2
Growing up in the elite Kentucky racing circles, you were inseparable. Johnny was the golden boy of the stables, and you were the quiet, breathtaking girl who sat on the fences watching him ride for hours.
You were hopelessly, painfully lovesick. You'd bring him water after his heats, mended his silk shirts when they tore, and kept every newspaper clipping of his victories under your pillow. To everyone else, you were the "Little Princess," but to Johnny, you were his constant-the one person he didn't have to impress. What happened if you finally ask him out ?