Yellowstone by Skye Rocket
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, so don't ask, please oh please.
A/N: Boredom has gotten the best of me, so I have decided to write some more. ^__^ I got one of the Friends DVDs for good grades! Go me. I must have watched it a million billion times...
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I stumbled into the kitchen, sliding my feet into a pair of tennis shoes. I wore a faded gray shirt and short overalls.
"Good morning," Rachel said as she poured a glass of orange juice.
"Morning," I said cheerfully. "Are you going horseback riding with us?" I flopped down on the couch and flipped on the TV to men screaming on a boat (surprise, surprise). I groaned. I could only take so much of 'The Perfect Storm.'
"Yeah, me, Ross and Chandler are going," she answered. Just then my mom and dad walked through the door.
"Morning Jane. Rachel." Mom gave her a nod. "Where is everybody?" she asked.
"Kelsey's in the shower, and Monica and Joey took the guys to the dollar store to buy useless junk, you know them," I said lazily.
"Oh, OK, are you ready to go horseback riding?"
"Yeppers." I jumped up and down.
"OK, we'll wait for Kelsey, and then Ross, Rachel and Chandler are coming too." Kelsey walked through the door.
"Hey Kay," she said to my mom. Mom waved at her.
"Are you ready?" She nodded and took her jacket off of the coat rack. I jumped up and down again. Rachel gulped down the last of the juice. Mom gave me a meaningful look and glanced at the vitamins.
"Oh!" I forced myself to swallow one quickly. Chandler walked out into the living room area.
"Morning," he greeted.
"Hey," we said.
"Chandler, are you still going horseback riding?" Mom asked. He nodded as Ross trudged into the room.
"Well, we're here and we aren't getting younger," I muttered. Everyone stared at me. I shrugged.
"OK, on that happy note," Dad said, and we headed out.
***
"Hey, Jane, look!" Allen said for the millionth time, holding up a cow key chain, which, when you squeezed it, it *ahem* appeared to relieve itself. Trevor and Allen erupted into laughter. I groaned.
"Quit it!" I said angrily and grabbed away the cow. I chucked it into the front seat where it bounced off of Chandler's head. He spun around angrily.
"Sorry!" I squeaked. He sighed and handed the toy back to Trevor. Great.
"Sooo," Allen said, trying to break the silence. "How about this weather?"
"It's a lot different than Kansas," I sighed. Wasn't this so much fun?
"So, Ross, exactly how many different kinds of dinosaurs are there?" Kelsey asked, sounding serious. I snorted and buried my head in a book.
"Well, Kelsey, scientists are still discovering many species, and there are many that have not been found yet." Apparently he hadn't noticed.
***
"Now, are you sure that this horse is tame?" I asked, perched on it's back.
"Yes!" the handler cried in exasperation. Chandler laughed at me as I glanced nervously at the giant canyon we were going to be riding next to.
"He's a sweetie!" a lady said. "His name's Diablo."
"I'll bet that's comforting, huh Jane?" Chandler said with a smirk.
"Oh, shut up," I grumbled. A man in a fake looking cowboy hat leapt over the railing and into the horse pen. I sighed. So far, I was unimpressed.
"Hey, y'all!" the cowboy shouted in an obviously fake accent. I glanced over at Allen, who was rolling his eyes as the man rambled on about horse safety. I began fidgeting in the un-comfy saddle.
"...And now let's have a good ole time!" he yelped excitedly. I groaned in exasperation.
"Would you like some wine with that cheese?" I grumbled. Chandler glanced at me. "What?"
"Nothing," he said, staring at the ground, kicking the horse as we headed out. I sighed and gave the horse a nudge in the side. Soon we were riding through fields with daisies and wild flowers. The sun shone brightly overhead and the sky was flecked with wisps of clouds.
At first it was sorta calm and peaceful. I felt completely at ease. You know, sort of like reading in the bathtub while drinking a glass of Coke. Or maybe that's just my idea of relaxing.
Anyway, I was sitting there as the horse walked along behind Chandler's horse playing word games in my head. I looked around while trying to find out it bluenessness was a word. A bee was buzzing around my horse, and I froze. I hated bees. It really can't be natural for a bug to fly around with a sharp thing poking out of its butt, can it?
Suddenly, the bee landed on the horse. A horrible sense of foreboding rushed through my mind. I wanted to swat the bee. The bee violently stung the horse, and as if moving from slow motion to fast-forward, the horse reared up and began running.
I found my voice and screamed my head off as the horse's hooves clonked loudly onto the earth with each stride. My hands found the reins and I yanked on them as if slamming brakes on. The horse stamped to a halt and I sighed in relief. I let go of the reins and opened my eyes. I found myself down a large hill. The whole riding party hurried over to the edge.
"Jane!" Kelsey yelled.
"Oh my god!" I stammered. My hands shook uncontrollably.
"Wow! Can I do that too?" Allen was shouting to Dad, who was shaking his head.
"Honey, are you all right?!" Rachel bellowed.
"Gyack," I choked out. Nonsense words flooded from my mouth until I found myself speaking rationally again. "Yes, yes, yes, I'm OK. Chandler, I told you this horse was possessed!" He shrugged.
I weakly kicked at the horse and joined the line again. Ross smirked at me.
"All right, what is it?" I asked, annoyed and still shaking like a leaf caught in the wind.
"You were screaming so loud!" he giggled. I groaned but I knew I was blushing furiously.
Soon the sun was setting and we were finally back at the horse pen. I rolled off the horse, still a little shaky. I grumbled and stumbled back to the van and collapsed on the back seat. I leaned back and sighed. Ever since the "bee incident" everyone had laughed at me and said 'Don't get stung, Jane,' or 'Hey, do you like honey on your bread?' I found these remarks less than humorous.
"So, your father and I are going to the store," Mom announced.
"That's fascinating, Mother," Allen replied. Trevor smirked.
"Oh, I'll go to. I need to pick up some cereal," Ross said. "I'll see if they have any...Honeycomb." The whole car erupted into hooting laughter and I crossed my arms, pouting.
We were nearing home and the bee jokes were abound. Trevor told me to stop acting like the 'queen bee.' I sighed sadly. I was embarrassed beyond belief. Even Kelsey stopped trying to be sympathetic.
As soon as we got their I rushed inside and turned on the TV.
"Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!" The comforting sounds of a trashy talk show (huh?!) rushed from the set's speakers. I flopped onto the sofa. Monica walked into the room.
"So, how was horseback riding?" She asked brightly. I scowled.
"Embarrassing."
"Did Chandler make a fuss since he was afraid of the horses? He does that sometimes," she said eagerly.
"No," I said softly and explained.
"All that because you screamed while on a rampaging horse?!" Monica said. "That doesn't seem fair. And if you want the truth, I probably would have done the same thing."
"Wow, really?" That didn't seem very Monica-ish. She seemed like one of those fearless, assertive people, a natural born leader.
"Yeah! I really don't like horses." I laughed.
"I never woulda guessed."
"Well, you can't tell Ross," She said seriously.
"Why not?"
"Let's just say he and I go back even farther than me and Chandler."
"What, is he your ex boyfriend or something?"
"No! He's my brother, Jane!" I turned bright red.
"Sorry, I had no idea. You two do look a lot alike though," I added thoughtfully. She laughed. The rest of the group flooded through the door.
"Hey sweetie," Chandler said, coming over to Monica. I slid over to the very edge of the couch and he sat down and kissed her. She kissed him back and I looked over with a bemused expression on my face.
"Woo woo, go Chandler," I said mockingly. He looked at me, aggravated.
"To bad I didn't call her 'honey,' Jane, I know you would have liked that," he chortled. I groaned and crossed my arms. I changed the TV to MTV, where some boy band was singing about lost love.
"Hrmph. I need to listen to some Linkin Park or something," I sighed and picked up my CD player. I put the earphones on and turned it on and closed my eyes, trying to remain oblivious to the couple next to me, Ross and Rachel's bickering, Kelsey's talking to Allen and Trevor and Phoebe practicing her guitar songs.
I picked up a thick novel and buried my head in it. Soon, it was time for dinner and I turned off the CD and clomped over to the table and dug into the burgers that Dad, Joey, Chandler and Ross had cooked up.
"Jane," Mom said warningly. "Slow down. Monica hasn't even served her salad yet."
"Yeah, Jane!" Trevor said snootily, and he and Allen erupted into giggles. I put down the burger and smiled perkily as Monica dished out the leafy greens. I dug into it.
Later that night, as I slept, dreams of bees and burgers danced in my head.
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Did you like it? I hope so. I know that this may have been a little weird, but today I was hit on the head with a ball, hit my head on a concrete wall (which made this AWFUL thud), ran into a wall and hurt my foot when I brutally kicked my locker. Sheesh. Am not feeling well, I am.
Ciao!
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, so don't ask, please oh please.
A/N: Boredom has gotten the best of me, so I have decided to write some more. ^__^ I got one of the Friends DVDs for good grades! Go me. I must have watched it a million billion times...
***
I stumbled into the kitchen, sliding my feet into a pair of tennis shoes. I wore a faded gray shirt and short overalls.
"Good morning," Rachel said as she poured a glass of orange juice.
"Morning," I said cheerfully. "Are you going horseback riding with us?" I flopped down on the couch and flipped on the TV to men screaming on a boat (surprise, surprise). I groaned. I could only take so much of 'The Perfect Storm.'
"Yeah, me, Ross and Chandler are going," she answered. Just then my mom and dad walked through the door.
"Morning Jane. Rachel." Mom gave her a nod. "Where is everybody?" she asked.
"Kelsey's in the shower, and Monica and Joey took the guys to the dollar store to buy useless junk, you know them," I said lazily.
"Oh, OK, are you ready to go horseback riding?"
"Yeppers." I jumped up and down.
"OK, we'll wait for Kelsey, and then Ross, Rachel and Chandler are coming too." Kelsey walked through the door.
"Hey Kay," she said to my mom. Mom waved at her.
"Are you ready?" She nodded and took her jacket off of the coat rack. I jumped up and down again. Rachel gulped down the last of the juice. Mom gave me a meaningful look and glanced at the vitamins.
"Oh!" I forced myself to swallow one quickly. Chandler walked out into the living room area.
"Morning," he greeted.
"Hey," we said.
"Chandler, are you still going horseback riding?" Mom asked. He nodded as Ross trudged into the room.
"Well, we're here and we aren't getting younger," I muttered. Everyone stared at me. I shrugged.
"OK, on that happy note," Dad said, and we headed out.
***
"Hey, Jane, look!" Allen said for the millionth time, holding up a cow key chain, which, when you squeezed it, it *ahem* appeared to relieve itself. Trevor and Allen erupted into laughter. I groaned.
"Quit it!" I said angrily and grabbed away the cow. I chucked it into the front seat where it bounced off of Chandler's head. He spun around angrily.
"Sorry!" I squeaked. He sighed and handed the toy back to Trevor. Great.
"Sooo," Allen said, trying to break the silence. "How about this weather?"
"It's a lot different than Kansas," I sighed. Wasn't this so much fun?
"So, Ross, exactly how many different kinds of dinosaurs are there?" Kelsey asked, sounding serious. I snorted and buried my head in a book.
"Well, Kelsey, scientists are still discovering many species, and there are many that have not been found yet." Apparently he hadn't noticed.
***
"Now, are you sure that this horse is tame?" I asked, perched on it's back.
"Yes!" the handler cried in exasperation. Chandler laughed at me as I glanced nervously at the giant canyon we were going to be riding next to.
"He's a sweetie!" a lady said. "His name's Diablo."
"I'll bet that's comforting, huh Jane?" Chandler said with a smirk.
"Oh, shut up," I grumbled. A man in a fake looking cowboy hat leapt over the railing and into the horse pen. I sighed. So far, I was unimpressed.
"Hey, y'all!" the cowboy shouted in an obviously fake accent. I glanced over at Allen, who was rolling his eyes as the man rambled on about horse safety. I began fidgeting in the un-comfy saddle.
"...And now let's have a good ole time!" he yelped excitedly. I groaned in exasperation.
"Would you like some wine with that cheese?" I grumbled. Chandler glanced at me. "What?"
"Nothing," he said, staring at the ground, kicking the horse as we headed out. I sighed and gave the horse a nudge in the side. Soon we were riding through fields with daisies and wild flowers. The sun shone brightly overhead and the sky was flecked with wisps of clouds.
At first it was sorta calm and peaceful. I felt completely at ease. You know, sort of like reading in the bathtub while drinking a glass of Coke. Or maybe that's just my idea of relaxing.
Anyway, I was sitting there as the horse walked along behind Chandler's horse playing word games in my head. I looked around while trying to find out it bluenessness was a word. A bee was buzzing around my horse, and I froze. I hated bees. It really can't be natural for a bug to fly around with a sharp thing poking out of its butt, can it?
Suddenly, the bee landed on the horse. A horrible sense of foreboding rushed through my mind. I wanted to swat the bee. The bee violently stung the horse, and as if moving from slow motion to fast-forward, the horse reared up and began running.
I found my voice and screamed my head off as the horse's hooves clonked loudly onto the earth with each stride. My hands found the reins and I yanked on them as if slamming brakes on. The horse stamped to a halt and I sighed in relief. I let go of the reins and opened my eyes. I found myself down a large hill. The whole riding party hurried over to the edge.
"Jane!" Kelsey yelled.
"Oh my god!" I stammered. My hands shook uncontrollably.
"Wow! Can I do that too?" Allen was shouting to Dad, who was shaking his head.
"Honey, are you all right?!" Rachel bellowed.
"Gyack," I choked out. Nonsense words flooded from my mouth until I found myself speaking rationally again. "Yes, yes, yes, I'm OK. Chandler, I told you this horse was possessed!" He shrugged.
I weakly kicked at the horse and joined the line again. Ross smirked at me.
"All right, what is it?" I asked, annoyed and still shaking like a leaf caught in the wind.
"You were screaming so loud!" he giggled. I groaned but I knew I was blushing furiously.
Soon the sun was setting and we were finally back at the horse pen. I rolled off the horse, still a little shaky. I grumbled and stumbled back to the van and collapsed on the back seat. I leaned back and sighed. Ever since the "bee incident" everyone had laughed at me and said 'Don't get stung, Jane,' or 'Hey, do you like honey on your bread?' I found these remarks less than humorous.
"So, your father and I are going to the store," Mom announced.
"That's fascinating, Mother," Allen replied. Trevor smirked.
"Oh, I'll go to. I need to pick up some cereal," Ross said. "I'll see if they have any...Honeycomb." The whole car erupted into hooting laughter and I crossed my arms, pouting.
We were nearing home and the bee jokes were abound. Trevor told me to stop acting like the 'queen bee.' I sighed sadly. I was embarrassed beyond belief. Even Kelsey stopped trying to be sympathetic.
As soon as we got their I rushed inside and turned on the TV.
"Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!" The comforting sounds of a trashy talk show (huh?!) rushed from the set's speakers. I flopped onto the sofa. Monica walked into the room.
"So, how was horseback riding?" She asked brightly. I scowled.
"Embarrassing."
"Did Chandler make a fuss since he was afraid of the horses? He does that sometimes," she said eagerly.
"No," I said softly and explained.
"All that because you screamed while on a rampaging horse?!" Monica said. "That doesn't seem fair. And if you want the truth, I probably would have done the same thing."
"Wow, really?" That didn't seem very Monica-ish. She seemed like one of those fearless, assertive people, a natural born leader.
"Yeah! I really don't like horses." I laughed.
"I never woulda guessed."
"Well, you can't tell Ross," She said seriously.
"Why not?"
"Let's just say he and I go back even farther than me and Chandler."
"What, is he your ex boyfriend or something?"
"No! He's my brother, Jane!" I turned bright red.
"Sorry, I had no idea. You two do look a lot alike though," I added thoughtfully. She laughed. The rest of the group flooded through the door.
"Hey sweetie," Chandler said, coming over to Monica. I slid over to the very edge of the couch and he sat down and kissed her. She kissed him back and I looked over with a bemused expression on my face.
"Woo woo, go Chandler," I said mockingly. He looked at me, aggravated.
"To bad I didn't call her 'honey,' Jane, I know you would have liked that," he chortled. I groaned and crossed my arms. I changed the TV to MTV, where some boy band was singing about lost love.
"Hrmph. I need to listen to some Linkin Park or something," I sighed and picked up my CD player. I put the earphones on and turned it on and closed my eyes, trying to remain oblivious to the couple next to me, Ross and Rachel's bickering, Kelsey's talking to Allen and Trevor and Phoebe practicing her guitar songs.
I picked up a thick novel and buried my head in it. Soon, it was time for dinner and I turned off the CD and clomped over to the table and dug into the burgers that Dad, Joey, Chandler and Ross had cooked up.
"Jane," Mom said warningly. "Slow down. Monica hasn't even served her salad yet."
"Yeah, Jane!" Trevor said snootily, and he and Allen erupted into giggles. I put down the burger and smiled perkily as Monica dished out the leafy greens. I dug into it.
Later that night, as I slept, dreams of bees and burgers danced in my head.
*-*-*-*-*-*
Did you like it? I hope so. I know that this may have been a little weird, but today I was hit on the head with a ball, hit my head on a concrete wall (which made this AWFUL thud), ran into a wall and hurt my foot when I brutally kicked my locker. Sheesh. Am not feeling well, I am.
Ciao!