I've decided to write a bunch of one-shots from Almanzo's POV. Mostly Almanzo/Laura, (Is there a name for this ship? Because I've tried smashing their names together nothing sounds good. So tell me your suggestions! Please?) although if anyone suggests anything else I'll probably write it. So here we go!
P.S. I am not Laura Ingalls Wilder's ghost, come back from the dead to write fan fiction.
The sun was shining hot on my back and the smell of freshly cut hay filled the air. I was on top of the load of hay Roy and I were bringing in, lying on my stomach with my feet in the air. Totally content with staying like that forever. Royal wasn't.
"Get a move on Manzo. Let's get this load in. It's coming night after a while." He called impatiently, but it was one of those days I can't help but lollygag.
"Aw-aw, Roy!" I called down, but he would have none of it. Next thing I knew I was covered in hay. Laughing I push myself out of the hay, standing up to brush myself off. That's when I noticed two girls standing next to the slough.
"Hello there!" I called,
"I thought Pa was here," I heard the younger one mumble, from behind her sister.
"We haven't seen anybody around here. Who is you Pa?" Royal asked,
"Mr. Ingalls." I said, not taking my eyes off the one girl. "Isn't he?"
"Yes." She said before looking away. Stop starring at her! A small part of my brain said. I looked away and happed to see Mr. Ingalls working hi own field.
"I can see him from here. He's just over there." I said pointing,
"Thank you," she said, before she and her sister walked off. I kept starring at them, until Roy pitched some more hay on me.
Yeah, Yeah, I know. Bad chapter, but in my defence there's not much to work with here! So please review, and tell me any ideas you want to see!