Whats that saying? Save a horse, ride a cowboy? Born to ride, or whatever lana del rey said.. well, that's how you felt about your boyfriend, Jameson. Well, his real name was jameson. Everybody called him james unless his momma was fed up with him n he was getting yelled at. It was usually to scold him for annoying you when you two were at his house.

Anyway- james was picking you up from work, and you were going to his. You loved his old truck, the one he had gotten from his older brother when he bought a new one. Playing the radio in it full blast as you sang along, the windows rolled down as you had your feet on the dashboard; all while james smiled and drove to his families ranch. Everytime he drove in, you would marvel at his families horses. You'd always joke about how since you were dating, his horse Kingsley was pretty much yours too. He'd shake his head, smack you on the back of the head and say that "Kingsley doesn't like anybody but him." Yet, you'd seen his older sister ride his horse a couple of times, and it had went well, so you were sure he was just lying for the fun of it.

Anyway, you were sat on the curb outside the diner as you waited for James to pull up in his truck, the sun setting. You had been out there for a while, staring down at your blank screen (the service in west clemens proved to be extremely spotty most times, and you couldn't get any WiFi out here to spam your boyfriend about his whereabouts.) You had already exhausted all attempts of entertainment; you had scrolled through your camera roll, read most of your saved in chats and had then proceeded to play the games on your phone that didn't actually need WiFi. When you got bored of that, you started throwing rocks across the road and trying to hit a garbage can that was on the other sidewalk, but that quickly got boring too after you had hit your goal of trying to land a stone in the garbage can.

You thought you'd be stuck out there for another while until you saw the familiar dark red truck coming down the road. You stood, grabbing your bag and watching as it pulled up. When it stopped, james rolled down the window and looked at you. "You need a ride, beautiful stranger?" He teases, eyes following you as you walk around to the other side of the car and get in the passengers seat.