~Ashley’s POV~

This had been a long week and I knew it wasn’t over yet. It was the day we dread in the house hold, the day my mom becomes distance and quiet while my other mom tries to over compensate by having family night. School was hard like usually and I just wanted to go home do my homework and fall asleep happy that tomorrow is Saturday.

“Hey Ash!”

Turning I saw Glen running over to me. His jeans slightly dusty along with his cowboy boots, his buttoned up shirt still looking pressed despite the slight dirty look to his bottoms. He smiled warmly as he reached me tipping back his tan Stetson cowboy hat so I could see his light blue eyes shinning brightly at me.

“Hey,” I smiled he always had that effect on me some how making things better with just a slight tip of his lips.

“Ready to get out of here?” he asked fixing his belt and nodding toward his beat up old black pick up truck parked a few spaces down from us.

Quickly nodding I started toward the vehicle, “Totally. I can’t stand high school cliques its so…”

“…cliché?” he threw out making me chuckle and agree, “Yeah well college isn’t that different either.”

Sliding into his truck I let my booted feet rest up against the panel of metal that separated us and the tire. Leaning back, falling into place like always and letting the wind flow threw my hair as we both had the windows down due to the broken AC.

“Where’s your hat?” he called out above the roaring wind and blasting radio.

Opening my eyes I turned to see him clutching the steering wheel and concentrating on the road before glancing my way every other second or so, shrugging I focused back on the rolling scenery, “Fell off Ranger yesterday and it fell in the mud. Mama threw it the wash but forgot about it so I chose to forgo it today.”

“Yeah,” he whispered knowing this time of the month was always a bit hard, “You know if you asked I would have been there while you rode.”

“Glen you had a date and I don’t need a babysitter I’ve been riding a horse since I was eight years old.”