Dawn came as it always did the morning after Aden's arrival. A crisp breeze followed and with it brought a cool greeting to early risers. Aden however was still sound asleep as the rest of the farm awoke. He was wrapped comfortably up in his layers of sheets and a thick down a comforter. The soft cloth felt good against his bare torso and legs and altogether Aden was sleeping quite soundly. He wasn't aware however that on a farm very few were allowed to sleep past 6:00 in the morning. Downstairs the delicious aroma of eggs and bacon along with a few pancakes and a batch of homemade biscuits wafted through the air and up to the room of the oldest and only son on the ranch, Jake. He came from his room fully clothed and immediately headed to the room in which he knew resided the newest member of the farm. For the time being anyway.
Jake was silently dreading the fact the his father, Hank, had assigned his the wonderful task of teaching this city born druggy, as Jake thought of him, the ropes. His thick leather riding boots clicked on the hardwood floor and with little regard to the noise he made Jake flung open the door and gave Aden quite a nice good morning. "Get Up Newbie!" he snapped viciously and a pillow hit just above Aden's head with a thud. The blond boy shot upward, his fists were instinctively clenched and ready for a fight and through the blur of early morning blindness he could just make out the figure in the doorway.
He sat with his arms crossed and an annoyed expression upon his face. He was built fairly sturdily and his arms were toned from years of dealing with stock. His hands were rough and callous but his face had softened features. Aden couldn't see beneath his tee shirt but he assumed that there was also a well-toned six pack beneath his clothing. His raven black hair was cropped short but he had bangs that fell to just in below the line of his vision. He casually tossed them aside and with deep azure eyes he sent Aden a look of disappointment.
Aden slowly sat upward and only then did he notice that the boy before him stood at least 6'2. "Who the hell are you?" Aden snapped against his better judgement. The boy cocked an eyebrow at him but then calmly uttered. "I'm Jake. You must be the little drug junkie I'm supposed to be knocking into shape right?" A smirk lined his lips while a grimace was across Aden's. "Get up boy. There's a lot of work to be done and I'm not waiting around for you." With that he exited the room and Aden smelled for the first time that morning the delicious smells making their way from below. Mumbling he quickly got up and threw on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt as well as his socks. All of the sudden he noticed that his tennis shoes were gone. Cursing he searched high and low for them but to his disappointment he only found a pair of leather riding boots in their place. Continuing to complain Aden put them on and found them surprisingly comfortable. He sighed and then walked out the door and toward the kitchen.
As Aden made his way down stairs, he could just make out the noises of a conversing family, the clutter or dishes, and the otherwise normal sounds of a busy household. Outside a rooster crowed as the sun finally began to climb above the horizon. Aden looked over the seemingly full table. Jake was smiling and laughing with the rest of his family but as soon as he looked at Aden his eyes took on a certain coldness. Aden returned the glare and then sat at the only empty place left. A plate full of bacon, eggs, toast, and every other breakfast food imaginable was thrust in front of him. "Eat up." A slightly stern but gently voice said from beside him. He turned and looked toward the sound and found a middle-aged woman bustling around the kitchen. When she noticed his blank, stare she smiled and spoke softly. "I'm Matilda. This is my husband Hank and my son Jake. I'm sure you to have met." She then glanced toward the opposite site of the room. "These are our farmhands. Chuck, Bill, and Chris" Then turning her attention back toward the table, she spoke again. "And this is my beautiful daughter Annie." For the first time Aden noticed the girl who sat across from him. She seemed to be around the age of 16. Aden guessed she was shy for she hadn't spoken since he had stepped into the room. She seemed to prefer to study her plate instead of the people in the room. Her hair was a honey blond and her eyes sky blue. Almost like his own. She was fair skinned and in Aden's eyes one of the prettiest girls he had ever laid eyes upon. She suddenly seemed to notice his gaze upon her and looked up before quickly diverting her gaze once again. Her hair fell in front of her eyes and Aden suddenly couldn't contain himself anymore. "Hi I'm Aden." He said softly. She lifted her eyes and shot him a soft smile. Aden suddenly felt that he was going to melt. His chance was ripped away as quickly as it had come though for suddenly a strong hand ripped him from his seat and he stared into the eyes of Jake. He was thrust toward the door and with one last chance Jake forced him from the kitchen and toward the barn.