Margie's POV
The next day, Friday, I went outside to the barn. Co-co was inside, with her head hung low. Her eyes were dull and empty. I suppose Warrior was the stallion of her dreams, she'd never been this depressed before. I was sorta feeling bad myself. I had been thinking about Lauren a lot. I wanted to be her friend, she needed a friend. Everyone needs a friend. I sighed as Co-co snorted. She hadn't acknowledged that I was even there yet. I picked up a carrot from the barrel beside her stall and held it out over the wooden plank. "Here girl, you need to eat." Co-co blinked, lifted her head and smelt the carrot. I smiled. Co-co weakly snorted and turned around. My smile faded away. "Please girl, you have to think about the future, your foal! That's something to look forward to!" Co-co swished her tail but other than that she seemed to have forgotten I was talking to her. She had never acted this way before. I gave up and put the carrot back on the barrel and sighed.
"She's in a depression." A familiar voice commented. I looked up to see Amanda standing a few feet away. She had on her riding outfit, not to mention a bright, comforting, yet awkward smile. "Warrior went home already, and Co-co seems…well let's say she's not in the mood." Amanda frowned and walked over to the stall. Co-co hadn't moved at all, and didn't move to see who it was either. She probably knew it was Amanda just by her scent, but she didn't act like it. "Poor Co-co. Being in love is hard." "How would you know?" I joked. Amanda threw her hands up in the air and laughed. She was always laughing…sometimes for no reason. It can be creepy.
"Come on, Co-co isn't going to communicate with us right now." I said. Amanda nodded and we walked out of the barn.
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Co-co's POV
Where was Warrior? I wanted to jump out and find him so badly. I knew he had feelings for me too. He told me so. All I had were my memories now. When Margie and Amanda left I felt better. I wanted to be alone. I didn't care about Margie anymore. (now I do, but then I was just so…depressed) I turned around and nibbled around in my hay, scattered on the ground. Then I remembered the carrot. I leant my neck over the plank and grabbed the carrot. It tasted dull. It probably would have been better if I had wanted it enough though. I kicked my hoof. My life was so worthless now. What was there to live for? Remember your foal…Margie had said that. I had almost forgotten about it. I might not even be in foal though. It would be five months before the vet could come and check me. So my life was based on that moment when I would find out? If I wasn't in foal…then all the waiting was for nothing. How to decide? 50/50 chance my conscious said. Oh ya, that was very helpful. I decided I had nothing to lose.
Margie's POV
"When did Warrior go home?" Amanda asked once we were in the privacy of my room. "Yesterday; I got to go too." Amanda grinned, "Tell me all about it!" I laughed at her enthusiasm, but that's Amanda for you. "Well his owner is actually a girl, Lauren. She has cancer. I'm supposed to go and see her this weekend." Amanda seemed to be thinking about Lauren already in that way that you think of someone with cancer. "So, she has cancer?" I nodded. I hatched an idea, but then abandoned it. I had wondered if Amanda would like to come with me to see Lauren, but then I decided that Lauren didn't need to be bothered by more than me…It was a little confusing actually. I just kept the idea to myself. "I feel bad for her…" I agreed, "Me too, she says she has less than a year to live." Amanda was horror-stricken. I sighed. "I'm just gonna be her friend while I can." "Good idea, she could use a friend."
Margie's POV
The next morning I called up Lauren. "Hi Margie!" She sounded so delighted. "Hi Lauren." "I had begun to think you wouldn't call." Lauren replied cheerily. "I did, just like I said. So, when would be a good time for me to come?" "Hang on, let me ask my Dad." There was a long silence then finally Lauren's voice came through the phone again. "He says anytime would be good, now included." I smiled. Dad had already told me now was okay. "Yay, I'll be there in an hour or so." I hung up and smiled. I ran downstairs and told Dad I was ready to go. Then I ran out to the truck and patiently waited for him. He strolled out and started the engine. The ride was painfully slow; I was too excited. Seeing Warrior and the rest of the horses there would be so fun. Finally the truck pulled up the drive. Lauren was standing outside, waiting. I was surprised she was out of bed. Maybe she had more strength than I thought. I jumped out and waved. "Hi!" Lauren smiled and replied with a 'hello'. "So, how is Warrior?" I asked, looking around happily. "He hasn't been too good actually." I frowned. "Really? Co-co hasn't been very well lately either." Lauren gave a weaker smile, showing her compassion. "Let me give you a tour of the stables." She said a few minutes later. I smiled, "Alright." Lauren led me to the first barn. It was labeled 'STALLIONS'. Inside there were very pretty stalls, expertly made. There were beautiful stallions of every color. At the end Warrior has his head over the edge of the stall and was snorting, I thought for Lauren. But she corrected me in an instance. "He must smell Co-co's scent on you." Of course! "Poor boy, they miss eachother so much." I said as a patted his head. "I'm guessing we'll have to cancel his studding appointments now." Lauren said. "Why?" "Well he's too depressed…a mare was sent here yesterday and he just refused to cover her." My heart went out to Warrior then. "He's in love." I whispered. "Excuse me?" Lauren asked. "He's in love, that's why he won't breed with any other mare. He's being loyal to Co-co." I explained. "I never thought of that…" Lauren said, mauling it over. I sighed and continued patting Warrior's pretty black head. Hr had the same dull eyes as Co-co.
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