AN: So this is my first story ever! I'm not a writer by any means so criticism is welcome, but please be gentle. This is based off of the Garth Brooks song by the same name and the is first chapter is really just a way for them to meet. The rest of the story with be following along with the story line of that song, so give it a listen and see what you think. I hope you like it. (By the way none of the characters are mine I just use them. Also not my song just love Garth Brooks lol.)

Chapter One

It had been exactly two weeks since I had aged out of the system. Two weeks since I had denied any help from my social worker to get started out on my own. I was going to do this on my own. It's not like I couldn't; I was very accustomed to getting things by my own devices. Usually that meant stealing, and while that was partly true it wasn't entirely how I found myself in Kansas. I had hitched my way through parts of Minnesota, North Dakota, and Nebraska. I had planned to continue on to Texas, maybe even Mexico eventually. I would make a little life for myself painting mediocre pictures of the coast line, or bagging groceries at some tiny convenient store like the one I was standing in front of now, in Kansas.

It's not exactly like I had any real skills, besides keeping my mouth shut and running away. So why I was staring at the help wanted paper stapled to the telephone pole outside of said convenient store was beyond me. There I was though, even stranger was that I had taken a tab off the bottom of the page that gave me the number to call, scrounged up my last few quarters, and found a pay phone. I dialed the number and called about the job that I still had no idea why I wanted.

A farm hand for fucks sake, sure I had made do on the streets before, I had never even seen a farm. Unless you count the numerous wheat fields I had seen since I made my way to this God forsaken state.

"Hello?" A soft voice answered. A woman, not what I was expecting, but definitely a pleasant surprise.

"Uh yeah my name's Emma Swan and I was just calling to see if you still needed a hand on your farm." I informed her.

"Yes Miss Swan it is, I actually just put that sign out today. I'm surprised I received an answer so quickly, or at all actually." She admitted with a chuckle.

"Well I just rode into town today, Ms.?" I let my sentence drawl out, silently inquiring her name.

"Mills, Regina Mills." She supplied.

"Well Ms. Mills I need to make some money before I continue on to Texas." I explained, not willing to give up any more information as of then.

I heard the recorded message of the pay phone cut her off before she could reply so I quickly fed it more quarters.

"Texas?" She asked when in was done.

"Yes ma'am, Corpus Christie, coming from Minnesota." I gave just a bit more info, hoping it might help earn me the job.

"Well do you have any experience Miss Swan?" She asked and I was surprised the question hadn't come any sooner, I could've went without the bitchy tone in which she asked though.

"No ma'am, but I am a hard worker and I learn fast , and I could really use the money." I explained, trying my best not to sound too desperate.

"Do you have any form of transport to make it the seven miles out to my farm?" She asked, and yeah she had to be a bitch.

"No, just my feet, but I can make it by this evening of you give me direction." I promised.

"That won't be necessary Miss Swan, stay where you are and I'll be there shortly," and just like that she ended the call. Well maybe she wasn't a complete bitch, she was willing to pick me up, and give me a job.

Around a half hour later a 90s model blue Ford pickup truck pulled up in front of me, driven by a goddess I could only hope was not my boss. What kind of sweet torture would that be?

"Miss Swan?" She asked, leaning her gorgeous face out the rolled down window. The front of her raven colored hair was twisted and pinned back out of her face and her denim button up fit her perfectly.

"Yes ma'am." I answered, blushing under her stare.

"Well get in, it's almost lunch time and I want to teach you the basics before dark." She said flatly.

I made my way to the passenger side of the truck with out saying a word, and she proceeded to start the drive in the same fashion.

Seven miles had never seemed so long in all my life. I could see everything for miles, and yet all I could see was nothing. Wheat fields, or maybe it was one continuous field. I honestly had no clue. I did know that's prayed there was more to her farm than wheat.

As if by magic I began to see sunflowers where wheat once was. I sat up straighter and looked out my window, then hers, then the windshield, then my own again.

She noticed my surprise and gave a chuckle. "By the way dear I raise sunflowers not wheat."

"Nice, are they like miniature sunflowers?" I asked, noting the height of the small blooms.

"No." She chuckled again. A beautiful sound. "It's the beginning of the season, they'll be much bigger by the beginning if August. I thought I could make it the entire season, and though I am extremely strong willed I seem to not posses the same physical strength."

"Why did you only discover this now? I mean surely you've raised them before?" I wondered out loud.

"A teenage boy from town has helped me the past few years, but he went to college this past fall and has yet to return." She looked over at me, and even though I wasn't looking at her I could feel the apprehension rolling off of her. "I suppose you will do for now." She told me, and that comment should have at least pissed me off a little bit, it didn't, because I had no clue how I was going to help her. More likely than not I would end up hurting her

"I truly am a fast learner, and I will work my hardest for you Ms. Mills, but I won't be offended if you fire me by the end of the night. I am so completely lost out here, and I'm sorry if I'm not much help." I said trying to let her know I understand that she was only doing this to help me. That's what she was doing after all, helping me, not the other way around.

She gave me a small grin, which I wanted so desperately to see turn into a full blown smile. I know she isn't truly happy about having me work for her.

"Let's start with lunch for now, do you think you can handle that Miss Swan?" She teased, effectively lightening the mood.

"My stomach definitely can." I gave her a broad smile.

She rolled her eyes in reply and turned into a drive way. It led to her house of course and my God what a house it was.

"Nice place." I whispered, and she hummed in reply.

"You'll be staying out back, I'll show you after we eat. Then we have to get to work, I've wasted enough time on you today." She told me as she turned off the truck and slid out easily and made her way to the house.

"Damn if she wears jeans like that everyday I am so screwed." I said to myself before jumping out of the truck and following after my gorgeous new boss.

AN: Let me know what you think and drop me a review! Thanks for reading!