I rolled out of bed finally and pushed a hand through my hair before ambling over to the closet. Spencer sat back on the bed, falling backwards onto the soft down and sighing before sitting up on her elbows. I grinned before pulling off my cami and pulling on a white beater before pulling on an old faded t-shirt. I slipped the boxers I slept in down my legs and replaced them with a pair of old jeans. I turned around and was surprised to find Spencer watching me, her face turned a bright crimson when she realized that I caught her but I just grinned and walked towards the bed. She swallowed hard as I came closer until I was standing right beside the bed. She was staring at me hard now, unsure but I could see something in her eyes. I smirked and leaned down, making her sit up rapidly as I was between her knees. I pulled my tennis shoes out from under the bed and walked back to the drawers. I heard Spencer sigh in a frustrated manner before she was got up and moved to the doorway.

            “I’ll meet you at the stables,”

            “Wait, all I have to do is pull on my shoes,” I said, hurriedly tying the laces as she waited. We walked down to the stables in silence, a smug smile on my face. I don’t know why but I felt as if I’d won something.   

            “Have you ridden before?” She asked, as we walked into the stables. I smirked, and shrugged.

            “A little,” I answered. In reality I rode as often as possible. I had a horse stored at a barn in California and everything. It was my escape and when I was younger I even won awards in shows and things. All those trophies were hidden away lest my new friends see them. I’d never live that down.

            “Okay, do you want to pick your horse or should I pick for you?”

            “I think that I can pick one, thanks.” I said, walking further into the stable. They had about five horses and I remembered some from my visit three years ago. One in particular was Pegasus, he was still pretty young when I was there but I remembered him giving everyone problems. I had ridden him without a problem and it was the only reason that my grandpa kept him. He was mine after that. I grinned when I saw him and leaned over the stable door to pat his nose.