I did this as one of my daily "journal entries" for my creative writing class. We're supposed to write for at least 10 minutes every day, and this came in my head. Hope ya like it! :)

Chelsea, the spunky, young, blue-eyed farmer with chestnut hair was finally done with all her work for the day. The blazing summer day was taking a toll on her stamina, so she plunked herself down in the cold, crisp river next to her farm and sighed. "I could stay here allllll day…" she mused to herself, closing her eyes.

She almost fell asleep leaning against the riverbed when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She jumped and whipped her head around to find her best friend, Denny, crouched behind her. "Hot much?" he asked, his right eyebrow cocked and a smirk resting playfully on his lips.

"Shut up, Denny," Chelsea told the dark haired, tan skinned fisherman. His wild, curly hair was sticking out of his purple bandanna, and his shark tooth necklace hung from his dark neck. His black muscle shirt clung to his Zac Efron-ish body (as he liked to call it), and his light-washed jeans were filthy from fishing all day. The black and purple jacket he always carried around was wrapped around his waist, and navy blue rain boots covered up about half his calf. Chelsea shifted so she could see him better. "At least I don't dress like a hobo," she teased.

"At least I shower instead of sitting in a freezing cold river all day in my jeans and t-shirt," he retorted.

"Hey! I happen to WORK all day, you know. Watering each of the hundreds of crops I planted every day isn't easy, you know. Not to mention all the animals I take care of; my three cows, two horses, and four sheep do not cooperate with me all the time when I'm trying to shear or milk them."

Denny looked at Chelsea seriously. "Wait, you shear your cows and milk your horses?"

"Uh…" she examined his expression out of confusion, and he burst into laughter after a few seconds. She shook her head, looked away, and smirked. "Idiot."

Their laughter died down after a few moments. "Come on. Let's get outta here, I'll treat ya to a late lunch," Denny said after a few minutes of silence.

"But I'm soaking wet!"

"That's why you have a different set of clothes. Go change. I'll be in your kitchen waiting for you." Denny held his hand out to help Chelsea out of the water.

She smiled and shook her head, grabbing his wrist. He easily hoisted the petite farmer out of the water and followed her into the house.

Ten minutes later, Chelsea came downstairs, wearing a tye-dye t-shirt, dark blue denim capris, and brown flip flops. Her wet hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her nearly-dry side swept bangs framed her eyes nicely.

"Much better. Now let's go," Denny said, grabbing Chelsea's wrist and dragging her out the door.

"Okay, but you're getting me dessert, too!" she laughed.

They were already almost off her property. "Like you need more sugar!"

Chelsea stopped and faced her tall friend, arms crossed. "Girls need their chocolate. It's in the rulebook, under the Dessert Clause. You take a girl out to eat, you buy her dessert."

"That's when you're dating."

"Yes, but we're best friends. It's also in the best friend rulebook."

Denny chuckled and mussed Chelsea's hair, walking again. "Okay, Kid, I'll get you some dessert."

The End

This took me almost a half hour to write. Hope you liked it! Reviews are appreciated! :)