Couldn't. Resist. Writing. Story.
Brain Tried to resist but fingers wouldn't listen. Me sorry.
"Mom why do I have to go?" Kendall whined, he stomped his converse covered feet into the dusty path,and glared into the light blue sky above his blonde head, the over bearing sun burning his green eyes.
"Because I dont want you stuck up in that room all summer long like every other summer." His mother answered him, she was putting her son's bags in the Jeep because that was the only way it would be done. He refused to do it,thinking that if he didn't,he wouldn't have to go.
Mama Knight was having none of that.
Her son would be going to that camp if she had to drag him by his ear.
"Get in the car Kendall." She said,shutting the Jeep trunk after she finished putting the last of his bags in there.
"Moommm!" Kendall whined loudly stomping his foot.
"You can huff and puff like a child all that you want Kendall. But your going to this camp and that finale. Do you understand?' She demanded.
Kendall grumbled as he stomped off to the Jeep,slamming the door shut.
"I just dont get why we had to go to Texas just to go to this stupid horse camp,mom." Kendall whined for the millionth time.
"We're already here for the whole summer visiting Aunt Rachel. She told me that this camp had the best teachers around and you would have so much fun there." His mother,Jane smiled largely at him.
"But mom I dont like people." Kendall said with a hint of anxiety in his voice.
"You love people Kendall. Your just really shy around them at first. That's all." Jane said.
"Mom,please, I really dont want to go. Please dont make me go." Kendall begged, tears gathering in his eyes. He had a lot of anxiety around new people he always had since he was a little baby.
"You'll love it sweetheart. I promise. There's only around twenty instructors, and only about a hundred kids. Ten kids to two instructors. Nine new kids your own age,is that so bad?" Jane asked him with a sigh.
Kendall didn't answer her.
A good hour later Kendall and his mother found the camp, it was named after the women who had started it over ninety years before hand. Her name had been Constance. So the camp's name was Constance's Horse Camp. Yes. Original. But apparently it was the best.
It was actually really small. Which was a plus for Kendall. There was about six different barns were Kendall guessed they kept the horses. But Kendall couldn't see anyone else right then. All he could see was the group of a hundred or so kids waiting in front of the barns with a bunch of luggage.
Someone helped Kendall get all of his things out,his mother kissed him goodbye and then she was off sooner then she had came.
Kendall hid at the back of the group playing with the buttons on his gray shirt nervously,looking around with horrified green eyes to all of the kids around him.
Almost everyone there looked petrified,only ten or so looked very confident and that was probably because they knew there way around horses.
But Kendall looked the most terrified.
"Hi!"
Kendall almost jumped right out of his skin at the loud voice, quickly turning to see a short Latino boy right behind him, he was dressed as if he was ready to play basketball,not horse back riding
"Um...hello." Kendall whispered.
"My names Carlos!" he chirped happily. "Whats your name Blondie?" Carlos asked him.
"...Kendall." Kendall whispered.
"Lyndell?" The Latino asked,not looking sure of the name that was coming out of his mouth.
"Kendall." Kendall muttered once again.
"Wendell?" Carlos wondered, confused because he couldn't understand what the blonde was saying.
"KENDALL!" Kendall said a little bit louder, in what have been seen as a normal talking voice to other people but to Kendall it was more of a screaming voice.
"Oh KENDALL! Well hi Kendall! You have a nice name. A real nice name. Gotta a nice twist to it dont you think? Am I annoying you? Do I talk to much? That's what my mother says but I'm not so sure she's telling me the truth. She hardly ever talks,she says its because I'm always talking and it doesn't give her room to talk,but I disagree I think I talk just as much as other people,but you know mom's there weird, dont you think so? Does it seem like I talk to much?" Carlos said it all in one deep breath.
Jesus he talked a lot. All in that one breath he said more then Kendall usually did in a single day. But he kinda dug that. Carlos was sorta funny.
Kendall shook his head with a smile. "You talk just the right amount." He whispered in a really soft voice.
"OMG YOU TALKED BACK TO ME!" Carlos squealed as if it was the first time it had ever accord in his life time. "I've tried to talk to like,half of the people here but they all ignored me,YOU DIDN'T! Your my new best friend! Okay!" Carlos cried,hugging Kendall tightly.
"Okay." Kendall whispered,smiling.
"We should share a cabin! You can request someone if you want to share with them." Carlos paused and took a deep breath,closing his eyes for a moment.
"Okay. I'm calm now. I'm just so exited to be here you have no idea. I love horses, there like my favorite animal ever, my parents never let me go anywhere near them when I was younger,but now they believe in me not to get hurt. So a summer full of horses for me!" Carlos said excitedly with a smile.
"I like horses too...kinda." Kendall said sheepishly.
"What do you mean?" Carlos asked.
"I'm kind of...scared of them." Kendall admitted with a dark blush.
"Scared of them? Why would you be scared of them? There wonderful!" Carlos replied,smiling still.
"Well I...I grew up in Kansas, and my parents used to own a lot of horses...and once when I was like nine, I went into our biggest horse Anthem's stable,and he..." Kendall trailed off and instead raised his shirt up a little showing off a large scar running across Kendall's side.
Carlos gasped at the large scar and Kendall quickly pulled his shirt back into place. Carlos didn't say anything,he knew what had happened.
"The horses here are smaller then he was most likely. And there a lot more tamer." Carlos assured his now new friend.
Kendall nodded a little,still looking a little bit unsure.
"Hello Everyone!"
Everyone turned to look at a young women standing in front of the group,she was wearing blue jeans and riding boots, her brown curly hair tied up into a pony tail with random strands falling around her face, she couldn't have been a few years older then anyone else here.
"My name is Camille, and I'm one of the instructors to team nine. My partners name is Josephine or Jo. Where going to call all your names according to which group that you belong too. Now the instructors to team one are named Dak and Jett and there students are-"
Camille went on and one, every time a new team was ready to be made the instructors took there students down a trail into the woods were there cabins and barn would be. Every team but number ten had been called already,so that meant at least, he and Carlos would be together.
He looked to the other eight people he was left with. They all looked around there age, all seventeen most likely, but one thing Kendall did notice was that they all looked nervous.
Beginners.
So all the beginners were together. That made sense. That way no one would be held back. They would be learning together.
"And these our your instructors Logan and James." Camille said, she and Jo gathered up there students and guided them away down to there cabins and such.
Kendall looked up at his two instructors...Fucking oh to the lord,to the high fucking heavens, I love you Jesus, they were fucking hot. Like, holy shit I'll drop my pants and bend over so you could do whatever you wanted to me,no questions asked,type of hot.
Especially the one with the spiky hair. The taller one with the hazel eyes was pretty handsome,but jesus, the spiky haired one spoke to his fucking teenage hormones and made them have seizures.
"Dibs." Carlos whispered.
"Which one?" Kendall asked.
"Tall one with hazel eyes." Carlos muttered,his eyes locked onto the man.
"Fine. The spiky haired kid is mine." Kendall told him back. They shook on it, seriously shook on it,and then waited for the beautiful creatures to talk.
"Hi y'all. Ah'm Logan. This is James." Logan drawled.
Kendall almost came on the spot. He had a accent. A fucking southern accent. A fucking Texas accent. Holy shit. Kendall had always had a thing for southern accents. Oh my Jesus,thank you lord. Fuck.
"We'll be teaching ya'll howda ride a horse,take care of a horse, groom a horse. All that ova the nex' few month's. I reckon while all have a mighty fin' time together. Horses are a lot of fun. And even funnier when you start from scratch,I say."
"Jesus Loges, can you sound anymore Texan?' James asked him.
"To any of y'all s who have an accent. Don't mind James. He's stupid." Logan said, flicking his friends foreheads.
James slapped his arm, and then started talking, "Now we have a list of names and we're just gonna go down them to make sure everyone's here. Bennett Dodson?" A tall boy with black hair raised his hand slowly. "Charlotte May?"
A short girl with auburn hair glared. "Its Lottie. Please dont call me that horrible name."
James just nodded and continued down the list. "Caleb Blackwood?" A little boy,probably the youngest kid there about the age of eleven raised his pale little arm. Logan smiled at him. The little boy was adorable. He had huge amber eyes and he had a head full of black curls.
James went down the list and stopped at the the last two names. "Kendall Knight and Carlos Garcia?" Kendall and Carlos slowly raised there hands, blushing when the instructors eyes fell on them.
"A darn good crew this year dont ya think James?" Logan asked James not taking his eyes off of them.
"Very good."
And that's a rap. What do you guys think? Like it? Holy Schmidt its not totally filled with angst,can you believe it? Though there is a little angst,but come on could I write a story with no angst? Hell no I couldn't. Also I have a new poll out,which has a few stories I would love you guys to vote on,so vote for it? Oh and for those who have voted already (Sophie,Joseph,Sue) I added a new story,so I had to restart the poll,so vote again please? Everyone can pick up to three. So please review if you want me to continue.
Lots Of Love,
Sarah
