AN-This is something I came up with rather randomly, my mind was wandering (you'll soon learn that that can be rather dangerous) and this is what I came up with! Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.

"I hate you!" I screamed as I ran out of the house, tears streaming down my face, pale blonde hair getting stuck to the tracks. I let out a strangled cry, only barely recognizable as a call of some kind, consisting of a few seemingly random notes. Seconds later, a huge black stallion with rippling muscles galloped up to me, sliding to a stop inches away. I didn't even flinch as he came up from his almost-sitting position with his head held over mine.

He reared over me, screaming a war cry. When he came down onto all fours, I put a hand on his neck, feeling his muscles angrily flexing as he arched his neck in a challenge.

"Don't challenge them, boy. My parents aren't worth it." I told him, tears still streaming down my face.

He turned a big brown eye to me, seeming to say "Really, Maura? Are you sure you don't want me to teach them a lesson?"

"I'm sure," I said firmly, the tears stopping like they always did when one of my horses was near. However, this big boy, Zeus, is by far my favorite. I clicked my tongue, asking him to kneel with a hand on his withers. He did as I asked, kneeling down so I could get on his back. I swung a leg over his wide back, then clicked my tongue to let him know I was ready. He went up into a "sitting" position, as less educated people, or as trainers who taught trick horses would call it. I knew very well it was just halfway between kneeling/lying down and standing. Then he stood up his full, grand height of 18 hands.

"Ready to go, Tanvir?" I said to the horse standing so quietly beneath me. He snorted, bobbing his head. I tangled a hand in his mane, and he jumped into his long-strided, smooth canter.

As we cantered along, I thought about the fight with my parents. Most children would be fighting to go to a party, or hang out with friends. But I don't have many friends. I was fighting because my parents wanted me to go to the street gathering tonight, and I didn't want to go because all the others my age would tease me and call me a know-it-all, or a braniac, or other horrible things they called me. They called me a bitch, a fucker, and so many more things. I wanted to stay home and be with my three horses. We fought until I couldn't take it anymore, and I left. We were cantering along, and I realized Tanvir was heading for the park where we usually went. When we got there, I slid off his back, and he followed me to a tree, where I sat on the roots of. Once he made sure I wasn't going to keep moving, he dropped his head and wandered, searching for grass. I got lost in my own thoughts.

I don't know how long I sat there. I don't know what time it was when Tanvir let out the whinny of warning, letting me know there was somebody near, probably walking towards us in the dark. I stood up and moved so I was right next to him, with a hand on his neck.

"Who's there?" I said, "What do you want?"

"It's okay," Came the reply, "I saw you earlier, and I figured you were still here."

The voice was feminine, but with an edge to it. A tomboy. That's what she sounded like. The voice was about ten feet away.

"Oh. Well, yes. I am still here." I said.

"Well, I realize that." Came the slightly sarcastic reply. It was closer now. Maybe four feet away.

"Well, yes. I'm aware. Why did you come over to me?" I couldn't help but ask.

"I couldn't figure out why you were here by yourself, with that monster of a horse." She replied.

"Oh. I had to get away from my house for a while. You know how parents get."

"Yea, my parents are always on my back about something. I know how it gets."

"Well, I should probably be going, my parents must be worrying." I said. Not that I really cared.

"I thought you needed to get away?"

"I'll probably sleep in the stables."

"Oh. Okay. Well, see you soon maybe?"

"Meet here tomorrow?" I couldn't help myself. I was curious about this girl. Who was she? What does she look like? What possessed her to worry about me? I needed answers.

"Sure. Ten AM sound good to you?"

"Fine. See you then!"

"Bye!"

I jumped on Tanvir from the ground, and we headed home. All the way home I thought about the girl. I couldn't wait for the next day to come.

9:45 couldn't have come slower. I fed the horses, let them out, cleaned their stalls, and groomed them. Lady was starting to get annoyed with me because I kept running the brush over the same place. I snapped out of it, and finished the rest of her, checked her feet for rocks, and left her alone. I grabbed some breakfast after all that, and by the time I was finished it was almost time. I walked down, deciding to take Rocky, my gelding. I got on his back, grabbing onto a long, pale, palomino mane. I didn't bother with a saddle or bridle. I rode at a slow canter all the way to the park, then circled the park once at a walk. I jumped off and sat at a tree that was near, if not the very one I had sat at last night.

Soon enough, a girl with wild, raven-colored hair walked up to me. She had features that were soft but hard at the same time. I thought she was beautiful, though I would never tell her that. She smiled a little at me.

"So, you're the girl with the horse." Then she looked at Rocky. "Horses. This is a different one. He isn't as tall. And the horse last night was dark. This one is lighter."

I started. I hadn't expected her to notice. "Yes, Rocky here is a palomino. Tanvir is black. And much, much taller."

So that was how our conversation started. With horses. Oh well, it was a start.

We sat there until our stomachs started growling. Then we decided we should go home.

We looked at each other. The next thing we knew, we were leaning towards each other, and right before our lips brushed, she pulled back, mortified.

I felt a blush spread through my cheeks.

I jumped on Rocky, and we started for home.

"Wait!" The girl yelled, "My name is Jane!"

Rocky had settled into his canter by now. I yelled over my shoulder "My name is Maura!"

But Jane didn't hear me. I saw her brow furrow as she tried to figure out what I had said, and then she was gone.

We didn't see each other after that. She didn't even know my name. I thought about her often for a while, but then slowly I started thinking about her less and less, until I didn't think about her much at all. It was just the way of life, I guess.

And that was how I met Jane.

AN- Well. What did you guys think? I think if enough of you liked it, I might write a second part in the future. Thank you for reading!:D