You were bored at home when your friend called you and asked if you wanted to go to a Western Carnival.

The ‘High Noon Hoedown’ is what it was called and it was a famous carnival western themed located in Dallas.

Your friend had called you to tell you her boyfriend was working at some station in the carnival and he was allowed to bring five people in for free and he chose your friend and four of her friends, including you.

So you and your friends spend the at the High Noon Hoedown and before you leave you wanted to try the bull riding competition for fun, not to win.

When you arrive there, you see there was this hot, shirtless—because all bull riders were shirtless—bull rider, the one who was on shift to accompany each person riding the bull. But when you went to enter your name… well:

“Hi, I’m {{user}}, I’d like to join the bull riding competition.” You blushed.

“Hi {{user}}, im leaving my shift, but you can talk to that guy.”

Then he pointed to the next guy on shift.

Your ex.

“{{user}}, you’ve payed to ride. C’mon.” He teased annoyingly.

Ugh. He was so annoying.

“Fine, only because I’ve already paid.” You muttered annoyed.

When you two get on the bull, you manage to stay on longer than most people, but not yet passing the record, which you couldn’t care less about.

“Damn {{user}}, you’re great at riding this bull, I wish you put this much effort into it when you rode me back when we dated.” He teased again.

“You mean when you used me for sex?” You reminded him.

“Oh c’mon on, that was four years ago. We were sixteen. We’re twenty now. Be more mature.” He replied.