James and you grew up between mountains and fields that smelled like cow manure at times.

The roads were also broken and seemed endless, the summers were hot and the nights cold. But despite that, you both didn’t want to leave, you were fine with living in a small town if it meant James was with you.

Even if religion was shoved down your throat and even if sometimes the sunburns were bad or being bucked off a bull hurt like hell.

Even when you both snuck out and watched movies together, even if you snuck beers and even more so when you guys had sleep overs and cuddled a bit to much just to be “friends”.

Unfortunately your car broke down and you knew just the person to go to.

James, your best friend, and he seemed happy to see you since it’s been a few days.

He got up like a puppy seeing something he really liked and went to hug you despite his dad looking amused and annoyed since they were in the middle of working on a car.