Hey Guys! I had posted this story a few months back, but then life got hectic and I forgot about it (I'm really sorry) anyways I'm re-posting it and I'm making changes and I will be adding on to it. I really want to finish this story! I'm not a very seasoned writer, it's mainly something I do when I'm inspired or have time so I'm going to apologize in advance it it sucks or if I don't update as quick as you like. I'm a college student so my life is busy and this is a hobby that I'm trying to pick back up on.

What you need to know about this story

This story is rated M for later chapters

Joe is 21
Miley is 17
The characters Rick, Josh, and Seth belong to me, I created them and I also own this plot.

I hope you enjoy it and remember to review!


The crisp winter air whipped my auburn colored locks around my face, strands getting caught in my lipgloss as I ran. Even when I could no longer hear the sirens and the only sounds around me were the clomp-clomping of my footsteps along with my hoarse, haggard breathing, I willed myself to keep running. The only thought running through my mind was I had to escape, and escape now. I kept running until I stumbled across a barbed wire fence. Quickly I scrambled between the sharp daggers and entered the field on the other side. The weeds and grass towered over my head, yet I continued my journey until I was absolutely positive I couldn't be seen; only then did I stop running. I sat down slowly allowing the dead brown blades to envelope me, as I struggled to find my breath. Then I laid down and stared up at the dancing stars.

Just as sleep empowered me, I felt something cold and wet hit my face. I shrugged it off and rolled to my side only to feel more drops of liquid pelt my cheeks. Groaning I sat up, opened my drooping lids, and looked up just in time to watch the sky spill its pent up tears. I quickly stood and clumsily made my way through the field hoping to find some sort of shelter. As I battled the weeds, I spotted a clearing in the distance. Shivering I continued toward the opening, and soon found myself staring at a rather large two story wooden house. I searched my surroundings and found a barn not far from the house. I slowly trudged through the cold wet slop at my feet and approached the large door. With a pale, shaky had I grasped the lever and as quietly as I could, slipped inside. Feeling my way around in the darkness, I came across a spot I prayed was hay. After shrugging off my wet jacket, I curled up in an attempt to warm my body as I fell into a deep slumber.

Lazily, I rolled over enjoying the warm covers and fluffy pillow my head rested upon. I allowed the sunlight to warm my face and savored the moment before realizing I was too comfortable for a person who slept on hay. My eyes snapped open and I jolted up in the bed I was now in. The first thing I noticed were the crisp white cotton sheets that smelled like fresh linen. Continuing my search from the bed, I glanced around the room taking in the dresser, rug, small table and chairs in the corner, and at last the large window to my right. Confused, I started to remove the sheets that were connected to my body readying myself to make a run for it, but before my bare feet could touch the plush carpet, there was a soft knock and the door slowly opened. I quickly jerked myself back under the covers waiting to see who was on the other side of the door. Slowly a tall dark-haired boy entered the room carrying a tray full of food. My stomach rumbled. He didn't seem surprised to see me sitting in the bed staring hungrily at the tray, instead he began speaking.

"Good Morning, or should I say good afternoon!" he started cheerfully. " I'm glad to see you're awake! Did you sleep well?" I started to nod my head in reply but he continued, "Did you know you're an extremely heavy sleeper? I carried you all the way from the barn up here." I stared at this boy incredulously as he met my gaze with his deep chocolate orbs. "Well I brought you some lunch, I'm sure you're starving. I hope you don't mind but I brought mine up here as well so you wouldn't have to eat alone." I shook my head and slowly crawled out of the bed before making my way to the small table and chairs I spotted earlier. The boy scrambled over and pulled out a chair and I nodded at him in thanks as I sat down. He grasped the other chair with his large calloused hands and pulled it out before turning it around so the back was facing the table and straddled the small white chair before sitting. He quietly took the tray full of food and offered it to me. I took the tray and dished out half of the fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, and corn before handing the tray back to the boy and hungrily digging into the wonderful plate of goodness. He watched me intensely as he dolled out his portion, took a bite, then spoke.

"I'm Joe by the way. Do you mind me asking what you're doing here?" He stared into my eyes questioningly as I looked up. Shrugging my shoulders, I continued to eat and he continued to stare.

"Okay… where are you from?" he tried again. This time I just kept on eating, since I would be leaving after, there wasn't really a point in giving any information that could be used against me. The bo-Joe's composure fell slightly, but he quickly regained it.

"What or who are you running from?" he tried again and again I continued eating, surprised he was still trying to get me to speak.

"Okay… Why were you in our barn?" This time I decided to speak.

"This isn't really any of your business now is it?" I spoke sharply. Joe looked triumphant before he smirked.

"It's my business when I walk in my barn this morning to find a young, beautiful girl, sleeping on a pile of hay. It's my business after I carried her sleeping figure through the mud and slop and up a flight of stairs to give her a more comfortable place to sleep. It's my business when I made the effort to bring this girl, who might I remind you has trespassed on my land, a hot meal. So babe, if you're not going to thank me the least you can do is tell me why you were in my barn." He countered. Dumbfounded, I struggled to think of something witty but after a minute I knew it was useless.

"It started raining and I needed somewhere dry to sleep," I said quietly, glaring at this boy sitting across from me. "I didn't plan on still being here when you woke up." Joe gave me a smug smile before grabbing a biscuit from this plate and shoving it whole into his mouth.

"Okay. You know babe, you could've just knocked on the door. I would've gladly given a gorgeous girl like you a place to stay." he said with a chuckle. I glared at him again.

"Yeah right, like I'm going to walk up to some strangers house in the middle of the night and say 'hey, I fell asleep behind your house and it started raining. Can you give me a bed to sleep in?' Sorry honey but that ain't my style, and stop calling me babe." I snapped. Joe smirked again knowing he hit a nerve.

"What's wrong babe. Never met someone willing to do a good deed?" I scoffed and looked across the room at the white frilly curtains.

"Where I come from, there's no such thing as a good deed." Joe looked taken aback for a moment before speaking softly.

"I'm sorry, I was being a jerk, forgive me. I'll try to respect your request." I looked at him surprised.

"It's okay, and thanks" I said pushing my chair back and standing up. "Well I won't waste anymore of your time. Thanks for the food and shelter." I said turning in preparation to leave.

"Whoa wait, where you going?" Joe asked, looking a little hurt that I was crashing and running.

"What do you mean? I'm leaving. I couldn't possibly keep bothering you." I said confused as to why he would ask such a question.

"Hey, it's not a problem at all. My mom said to tell you to stay as long as you like, we have plenty of room and it's not like we're lacking on space." he said hurriedly, like he was nervous or something. I glanced around the room awkwardly.

"Really I can't, I don't have any clothes or toiletries or anything. I couldn't impose like that." Joe looked at me warmly.

"Not a problem," he stated pulling a sleek black credit card from his pocket. "I got you covered, and don't even think about arguing cause your not getting all this for free. I've been looking for someone to help with the ranch and you just got hired. Consider it a paycheck in advance." I stared up at this tall, dark boy incredulously. I then realized this was the first time I've really looked at him. He was really handsome with dark black hair and black framed glasses. He had on a black leather jacket with a white v-neck underneath, black cowboy boots and a red bandana tied around his head.

"Do all cowboys dress like that?" I asked confused. This was totally different than cowboys I've seen in movies. Joe looked down at me and smirked.

"Only the cool ones," he replied as he draped an arm around my shoulder and led me out the door.

*At the Mall*

"Just get whatever you need. Don't worry about the price, I've got you covered. Remember, you will be working it off." Joe rattled as we entered the crowded place. I took a look around before spotting a store and silently pointed towards it. Joe glanced over to where I had motioned, before pushing me forward slightly in the direction of the store. We walked inside the opened entrance and silently I scanned the place anxiously.

"Are you sure this is okay?" I finally asked, looking up to meet his chocolate orbs that were staring down on me.

"If it wasn't, I wouldn't have offered," he replied roughly. "Now go find some clothes, you aren't wearing that after today" he looked at my ratty t-shirt and jeans disgustedly before sweeping his eyes down to my converse. I huffed before shooting him a glare. He looked at me indifferently before speaking. "I have to run somewhere, when I get back you better have some clothes picked out, otherwise I'll have to dress you as if you're a child." I shot him another look.

"I am not a child. I just don't want your money. I'm not a damn charity case" Joe looked at me again his eyes softening slightly.

"This is your paycheck, so don't worry about it being my money." I shrugged, I could see arguing was useless. As Joe turned to leave, he quickly glanced down. "Try not to leave the store, I don't wanna have to run around looking for you." I gave him my word and he left. I turned back around to face the racks of clothes arranged on the floor and began sifting through the closest one.

A while later I spotted Joe entering the store, several bags in hand. Making sure I had a good grip on my armful of clothes, I made my way to him. "Hey," he greeted me. "Did you find everything you need?" I nodded and we made our way to the cashier. Joe pulled out his card and watched as the overly friendly cashier rang up the clothes and flirted with him. Joe looked at my choices before chuckling and I glanced at him.

"What?" I asked slightly offended. Joe looked at me amused before replying.

"If you're going to be working on my ranch, you can not wear these clothes." he shook his head slightly and the cashier handed us the bags. "Get your stuff it's time to hit Cavendars."

I grabbed my bag from the counter and met Joe's stride. "What's a Cavendars?" I asked. Instead of answering Joe just shook his head and made his way to the truck.


For those of you that don't know, Cavendars is a store located in my hometown (I live in Texas). It is a country/western store and the way I described it in my story is exactly what it looks like (:

Please review so I know how my writing is!

Also if you have any Moe stories, Vampire Diaries (Delena), Twilight (Jacob and Bella) or anything you think I'd enjoy please let me know! I like T and M rated haha I like the kinky stuff;)

Carolyn Rose

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