A/N: I am now the proud writer of a multi chapter Wildfire story. I figured that since I was writing so many one shots for Wildfire, I might as well write a story. This is going to be a little weird for me, because I have to shift everyone's personalities a little bit because this story takes place as if Kris never went to Raintree or Camp Lagrange.

Kris Furillo

Kristine Furillo was angry. No, she was beyond angry, she was livid. She looked back that the bed and she put her hand to her mouth in anticipation of vomit, but it didn't come, instead, another wave of pure anger made its way through her veins. Her brain was fogged with betrayal, and her heart was pounding in fear. She picked one of the throw pillows up from the floor and threw it at the couple in the bed. She reached up and pushed a stray lock of her dark brown hair from her eyes and stared at them.

"Kris, baby, you had to know this was coming…" the man in the bed started to explain, but she wasn't listening. She took one of the shoes, a shiny silver stiletto, and threw it at him, catching him in the forehead despite his best effort to avoid the flying shoe.

"How could you do this to me?" she yelled out. As soon as the words escaped her mouth she wished she could rewind. As soon as she spoke, the backs of her eyes prickled with tears and she didn't want to cry. It would just show that asshole that she had actually cared about him.

"Come on Krissy." He got out of bed and he stood in front of her, placing his hands on her shoulders. "You couldn't think that this 'relationship' was going somewhere. I mean, I'm a model, and you're a, lawyer… person." He shrugged at the last sentence and took his hands back. He turned back to the gorgeous blond in the bed and she could practically hear him roll his eyes. She smacked him on the back of the head.

"That's what getting engaged means you stupid..." she couldn't even think of a word that could accurately describe Nathan. His blonde hair hung into his gorgeous blue eyes often. His skin was perfect, even without makeup all over it. There were times when they were lying in bed together that she just wanted to run her fingers over his face, the prominent cheek bones that made her melt, his dimples, and make sure that he was really there.

Turns out he wasn't.

"Listen, I'll be out by tonight, can you just leave so Lacy can get dressed." His back was still turned to her. She wanted to hit him so hard that it made him dizzy, but instead, she turned on her heel, and left. She made her way from the bedroom into the spacious living room. She ran her fingers over the soft suede on the couch and she pushed the thought that told her that without Nathan, she could no longer afford this apartment.

She made her way over to the kitchen counter and grabbed her purse, a huge coach bag that Nathan had bought her for their anniversary. She cringed at the thought before she grabbed the keys to her car. She looked back that the closed bedroom door, her mouth forming an angry frown before she grabbed the handle to the door.

"Don't bother moving your things out. I'm already gone." She called behind her before walking out and slamming the heavy wooden door behind her.

She made her way towards the elevator, her mind set to look forward. She would not let herself look back to check if Nathan was watching her leave. He used to watch her walk away. He said he had loved the way her hips swayed when she walked, the way her hair flowed almost to her waist. She pushed the down button on the elevator and stepped in when the doors finally opened. By time she pushed the button to go down, she was already over him.

She entered the cool marble lobby of the apartment complex. A bellhop passed by her pushing a heavy kart of baggage towards the service elevator. She pushed her way into the crowd and made her way to the flooded front desk. She elbowed her way to the front of the line and called over Vincent, the manager of the building.

"Hey Vinny, how longs he been paying you to keep quiet about blondie?" she asked him. Vinny gave her a sympathetic shrug, trying to ignore her. "Either way, tell hi he can auction my shit off eBay or something, because I'm leaving." She added before she walked toward the heavy glass revolving door.

It was pouring outside, and she almost wished she had the raincoat that she had in the apartment, but she didn't turn back. She boldly strode out into the pouring rain, not caring what the water was going to do to her chemically straightened hair, not concerned with the fact that she was ruining a pair of two hundred dollar leather boots, and she definitely didn't care, that the picture she had of Nathan flew out of her purse, landed in a puddle on the street, and got run over by a car.

She clicked the button to unlock her car and hopped into it. She stuck the key in the ignition and she put the car into gear, before she stepped on the gas, and sped away from him. She drove for hours, unsure of where she was going, but she knew that she had to get far away. When she finally let herself stop driving, she ended up outside a horse farm. A place, called Davis Farms.

Junior Davis

"Dude, Matt, seriously, if your going to propose, just do it. I mean, Dani, just do it. It's not like she's waiting for someone else to do it. You guys have been going out for years." Junior Davis didn't understand his best friend. He leaned against the hood of his Porsche and sighed.

"I dunno Junior, it's a big step, you know? I mean, its marriage." Matt looked back down at the small velvet box he was holding before slipping it back into his pocket. Junior shook his head and lightly punched his friend in the shoulder.

"She won't wait for you forever man." Junior added. Matt nodded before smiling.

"I'll do it soon." He clapped Junior on the shoulder before looking out at the rolling acres of Davis Farms. Junior followed his gaze down the drive, only to see a woman at the end of it staring at the sign that marked the entrance of the huge farm.

"Who's she?" He asked, nodding his head to the young woman in the convertible.

"I have no idea, but I gotta go man. Later." Matt made his way over to his truck, opening the door before slipping inside and hiding himself behind tinted glass and metal.

Junior watched him drive off, not even stopping to ask the girl what she was doing, but as soon as the thought struck him, she was driving down the bricked driveway. He watched as the wind whipped her hair around her face and he smiled. She was gorgeous. He ran a hand through his messy brown hair and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against his Porsche.

She stopped next to him, her eyes going up and down his body, sizing him up. She had a fierce glint in her eyes that almost screamed 'Mess with me and I'll serve you your own ass on a silver platter'. He walked up to her and stuck his tanned hand out to her, a small smile gracing his lips.

"The name's Junior Davis." He said once she grasped his hand. She gave him a polite smiled and looked around. She was obviously nervous, and Junior couldn't blame her, he hated horses too. "Do you have a name by any chance?" he asked her when she didn't say anything back.

"Oh, sorry, Kristine Furillo. My friends call me Kris." She replied, her eyes still not really focusing on him.

"Well, nice to meet you Kris." He smiled wider at her and she looked him in the eyes. They were a warm brown color. He studied her facial features, and he was amazed to find that there was absolutely nothing wrong with her, except a possible attitude. "What can I help you with?" he added when she didn't say anything.

"Do you need any, like, help around here?" she asked, her arms waving nervously. He wanted to laugh at her lack of skills, but he didn't. Instead, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led her toward the barn, but she stopped in her tracks, her heals digging into the dirt. "Not in there. I mean, do you need like, a lawyer or something to look over important documents or something?" she did the motion with her hands again, and this time, he couldn't help but laugh at her.

Her nervous smile turned into a frustrated frown, and he stopped. He looked into the sky, thinking about if his dad had been yelling about needing a lawyer. Then he realized that he really didn't care if his dad needed her or not.

"I only have a job opening if you have a dinner opening." He shrugged mischievously. She eyed him up and down, disbelieving in his forwardness.

"I only have a dinner opening if you have a job opening." She smiled. Junior laughed and took him arm from her waist.

"Lets just say that you get half the job now, then you get the other half after dinner?" he compromised. Kris held her fingers to her chin and pretended to seriously think about it before she gave him a warm smile.

"Junior Davis. You got yourself a deal." Kris stuck her hand out and Junior grasped it firmly, smiling back at her. God, was he always this smooth?