Keeping me waiting ... {BayMickey Only}

The dairy cow made noises no animal should ever let come out of its maw. "Shh, it's alright, c'mon, you've got it." Greyson coaxed the cow, rubbing the space in between her two ears. Finally, two skinny back legs appeared from her rump. 'A little bit more, girl." Then, the calf was on the barn floor, the mother now licking it clean. "Good job, hun." Greyson cleaned the calf off a little more himself, then let it out into a small pasture with its mother. Horses neighed in the faint background, one standing out to him than the rest. He would check on Voldemort later.

Greyson went back to the house, his mother there with brown bags full of groceries. "Do I have to go, Mom? I mean, I don't even know these people. You'll be fine by yourself." His mother, Bella, shook her pretty head. "You have to go. Our neighbor has a daughter. Maybe you two could be friends." Greyson rolled his eyes. "I have friends."

This debate went on for another five minutes, before Bella won. 'Alright, I'll go." Greyson sighed, carrying groceries to the truck and placing them in the backseat. His mother brought the rest, the two of them getting into the car. Greyson was in the driver's seat him turning the key in the ignition.

They pulled out the driveway, Bella giving her son directions to the house. "Why do you call them our neighbors when they live so far away?" Bella snorted and rolled her eyes at her son. Her pulled into another driveway, seeing a house in the distance. He wondered about the girl. Grey parked and jumped out the truck's seat, pulling bags with him. Bella approached the house. "Hello? Anyone home?" Her own dirty blonde hair in a long ponytail resting on her back. Grey was a spitting image of her, but way more masculine. He approached the house, shutting the house with his tan boot. "They're not here. Oh well, we tried. Let's go home."

Abby had moved to lounging in her room, her radio softly playing music from her iPod as she twirled her hair around in her fingers. She jumped a little when she heard voices out front, and she got to her feet, walked to her window, and saw the two people walking up to her home. She examined them from her window, the boy looked rough, like a farm person, unlike Abby, who was dressed in designer skinny jeans, and a fitted black and white checkered V-neck. The only thing original about her were her shoes, her old shoes.

She sighed, rubbing her forearm, and she slowly moved her fingers over the radio, pressing the off button just as she heard the mixed voices of the pretty woman and her young boy. She cleared her throat, brushed her long wavy brown hair, and opened her door. She slowly made her way down the stairs, her blue eyes widening at the sight of her visitors. The boy was kind of attractive, and she felt a slight blush run to her cheeks.

When she reached half way down the steps, she parted her lips and spoke out a soft greeting. "Hi." She smiled slightly, and when she reached the floor she looked at the two strangers, then looked the boy in the eyes , before looking away shyly. "I'm Abigail, Marcus' daughter. He went to town, sorry that you missed him."

Bella greeted the girl sweetly, with Greyson standing on the side of her, unamused look on his face. "Oh, it's alright sweetie. I'm Bella, no miss, and this is Greyson." She shook her hand once they got close enough, but Greyson didn't budge. "We live down the street from here, and we brought you some groceries. She motioned to Greyson, whom was holding the bags. Greyson kept the bored looked on his face, but muttered a small "Hello." He scuffed his boot against the dirt, making dust rise from the ground.

Abby smiled, and shook the woman's hand carefully. She waved a small hello to Greyson, and then moved her arms, offering for them to enter the house further. "You can put them in the kitchen, thank you." She waked with them, watching Greyson with he bags of food, and tucked her long hair behind her ear. She stood in awkward silence, and leaned against the wall. She then cracked a shy smile, and tried to go for a little joke. "I didn't even know we had neighbors, the road isn't even at the end of the driveway." She smirked, then a hot blush came to her face as she caught Greyson staring at her, and she looked down at her feet, her converse scuffing the wooden floor with a squeak.

Greyson and Bella went inside, Greyson putting the grocery bags on the table. Bella laughed at the girl's joke, but Greyson shoved his hands in his pockets, and stood there. he had to admit it, she was pretty. Bella started a boring conversation, like she always did, and Grey rolled his eyes. "Mom, she doesn't care." She was saying something about how far away they lived, and Bella snorted at her son. She replied, Fine then, then went and sorted out the groceries, offering to put them in the cabinets.

Greyson decided to make conversation, I mean, he thought it wouldn't hurt. "I see y'all have horses." His southern accent flowed smoothly out of his mouth.

I changed his pic~
http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lb58umhj841qe4nyno1_500.jpg
Just a little bit older looking.

Voldermort too~
http://www.coachingwithhorses.com/images/GreyHorse.jpg

Bella smiled at Greyson when he snapped at his mother, she really didn't much care, and she smiled at him, her eyes twinkling. She looked at him with blue eyes, tucking her hair behind her ear and clearing her throat. She looked out the window that sat above the kitchen counter, and looked out to the white fenced pasture that held a few horses. She nodded, and directed her attention back to Grey. "Yeah , we have a few. My Dad's into them, and so am I," she shrugged.

Greyson nodded. "We have a ranch over where we live. Cattle and horses." He flipped the loose hair out of his eyes, the necklaces around his neck clicking together. He sighed, resting his back against the wall. Bella gave him a stern look, and he straightened back up. "Where are you starting school?"

(Sorry its so short)

(its okay)

She listened intently, her eyes traveling across Greysons face, looking at his features. She began to look down his body, and then her blue eyes traveled up to meet back with his. She gave his a soft smile and a nod. She then froze, and her fingers ran across her cheek, tapping her lips as she looked at him. School. She sighed, and her hand dropped to her side. "I'm being homeschooled by a tutor three days a week. I live to far away from town to go to the public school over there. It's not like it matters...I'm in my last few years of high school anyways." She shrugged it off.

Greyson nodded at her answer, watching her look him over. He tried not to smile or laugh, but met her gaze when she came back at his eyes. "I wish. I drive to the school everyday. This might seem rude, but how old are you?" Greyson sighed as the distinct beeping of his phone. he didn't acknowledge it, since he knew who it was. Probably Ryan, his best friend, wanting to do something lame. He would text him back later.

Abigails light eyes flashed at the floor, a light blush flowed up to her cheekbones when the two met eyes. She brushed her bangs away from her face, and softly patted the kitchen counter. She listened to his question, and shyly she replied. "I'm 16.." She looked up at him, her eyes flashed to his pocket when she heard the buzzing phone. She stared in a moment of silence, and when he let the phone go, she continued speaking. "How old are you?" She cocked her head gently, beginning to relax a bit more as the two advanced in their small talk.

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