Writer's block FML -.- Sorry about the long wait. Here's a fluff chapter. By the way, everyone who's 16 in the show is 18, and back then, 18 was the legal drinking age.
I hope.
Um, enjoy! ^u^

Gwen P.O.V.

Travis Barkley has been living with us for six days, and I gotta say, he's been helping out a lot on the farm. He's surprisingly good with animals, strong, and very tough. And I have to admit, he is pretty handsome…
So naturally, Lindsay and Izzy have spent the last three days planning my wedding, honeymoon, and naming our seven kids.

"Jeremiah!"
"Lindsay, her fourth child will be a GIRL named SARAH."
"Will you two shut UP about baby names?" Half-an-hour of this insanity was more than enough.
"Iz, she's right. We haven't even planned her reception menu. I'm thinkin' imported food from that fancy Italy country!"
"I am about to walk out of here, you'll lose a regular customer, and your boss'll have your ass fired. That also means no more discounted whiskey for Izzy," I smirked.
My two friends sighed in defeat. I was content for about ten seconds, until Miss Crazy piped in.
"So tell us more about Travis," she leaned towards me. "Have you two done anything nasty yet?"
"IZZY!"
"I'm just wond'rin'!"
I heard a faint giggle from Lindsay, and I snapped my head towards her.
"Don't you have glasses to clean?"
Lindsay 'har-oomfed' and turned back to the dishes behind the beer-stained counter.
"I will not, and will never, answer that question!"
"So, that's a yes?"
"That would be a NO. I don't like him in that way!"
"But you've kissed him, right?"
"Lindsay, go back to serving your skeazes."
"My customers aren't skeazes!"
As if on some sort of ironic cue, an older man with wavy black hair and a 5 o'clock shadow tipped his hat at us and wiggled his eyebrows.
We cautiously turned back around.
"So talk, girly!"
"...He's... Nice, and... My brother likes him..."
"Does your mama like him?"
"I guess?"
The two nut jobs turned to face each other and let out an awestruck "eeeeahhhh!"; their mouths hanging wide open, upturned in a smile.
"Tell us a story about something cute that happened between you two!"
"Leaving now," I said with a smirk and an eye roll. I got up and pushed open the grimy bat-wing doors and walked out into the scorching sunlight, despite the dramatic moans and protests coming from my friends.
Come to think of it, there was a rather cute moment that happened a couple days ago...
Not that I've been thinking about a lot or… or anything…
Hmph.

I awoke to the sweet sounds of the pretty birds chirping, the cows mooing, and the charming scent of fresh dew on morning grass.
Bleh.
I somehow manage to drag myself out if the heavenly comforts of my bed (while falling and hitting the floor with a 'thud'), and dress in my working clothes. After the usual egg-based breakfast, I throw on my boots and get outside in a jiffy to tend to the animals on the farm. I look to the right of the door and furrow my brows.
"Momma, where's the chicken feed?"
"Oh! Uhh, I think Travis has it!"
Travis? What does he know about takin' care of animal?
I mumble to myself while storming outside. "Been here six days and thinks he's hot stuff. Please."
I know, I'm the one who let him stay with us. I should feel bad about his situation, but I've been in bad predicaments too. It was like having an adopted brother. You're still gonna fight, no matter what either of you have been through in the past.
Only your brother was hitting on you.
Speaking of, he was still lookin' like an absolute fool tryin' to impress me like he was at the dance.
Maybe I didn't like him just because everyone was saying how perfect we look together. Maybe it was how everyone was constantly gawking at the handsome new kid in town. As if I wasn't unoticed enough as it is. I didn't hate the guy, but I tried not talking to him whenever it wasn't necessary.
I found him out in the cow shed. What he was doing in there with chicken feed, I have no idea.
Unless he already fed the chickens...
That jerk.
"Gwen!" He smiled that brilliant smile of his that made all the girls melt. I swear, I'm surprised the streets aren't flooded with multiple puddles of lovestruck females.
"How're y'all doin' today?" he said as I made my way over.
"Peachy."
"This is how you milk a cow, right? I don't wanna mess anything up."
I froze dead in my tracks.
Milking? A... Cow?"
"Uh, maybe you should ask my brother..."
"Didn't he go to the school house?"
Shoot. I forgot. The kids in our family went to school 'till they were thirteen, then dropped out to help on the farm. Sam was twelve and a half.
I cautiously leaned over without getting to close. "Uhhh, yeahh, looks fine to me!"
He looked at me skeptically.
I smiled back awkwardly.
His friendly smile morphed into a devilish grin. "...I get it now..."
"Get what? There's nothing to get, ahaha!" I could feel my face getting red as a sunburned tomato.
"You're afraid of cows!"
"Am not!"
He stood up and rocked back and forth on his feet. "Are tooooo."
"That is absolutely ridiculous."
"Fine. Then come over here and milk it." He stepped aside and ushered towards the stupid thing hanging of its stomach. "I insist."
"Tch, I don't need to prove anything to you."
"Fine."
We stood there in silence, staring at each other. Neither of us blinking, neither of us moving.
"...MOOOOO!"
"Hahaha. That is hilarious."
"MOOOOOOO!"
"Oh, look who's playing the 'five-year-old' card."
"MOOOOOO—"
"SHUT UP!"
Ugh, why was he being so immature about this? It was just a fear.
Everyone has them.
"Shoot, I'm sorry, Gwenny-bear!"
Cue eye-roll.
"Here, come to me."
I hesitated. "Nah, I'll pass."
"Look, do want to get over this fear or not?"
"Not particularly."
"Well, you're gonna. Just stand beside me."
I took a brave step closer.
Y'know, a small one.
Very small.
"...Closer, darlin'"
"Don't call me darlin'!"
"Only if you come closer."
I sighed and took two steps closer. I was pretty proud of myself, considering I was going up against the devil animal.
"Alright, now you're being ridiculous."
So he walked over, picked me UP off the GROUND, and dragged me over right next to the cow.
I quickly turned around to face him so I didn't have to stare right into the accursed creature's eyes.
"Eughh, Travis! What the hell? You need to learn to keep yer hands off'a me!"
"They're off'a you, sweetheart. Now turn around."
"...No."
"Alright. Guess we're doing this the hard way."
He picked me up AGAIN, and spun me around. The only thing in my field of vision was a pair of disgusting, slimy, shit-covered lips, currently chewing on grass.
I swear, I almost puked.
"Dammit Travis!"
"Shh shh shh. Hear that?"
"I hear nothing."
"That's the sound of this poor little animal dyin' to talk to someone!"
"It can't talk."
"First of all, the cow is a 'he.' And yes he can, just not in our language. Which is why you're going to learn his native tongue!"
"What, just... 'moo'?"
"No, no, more convincing than that! Put some heart into it!"
"This is ridiculous," I muttered under my breath. But, I decided I would humor him. "Mmmuuuuuuuurrrrr."
"Again!"
"Mmmuuuuuuuurrrrr!"
"Mmmmuuurrrrrrrr."
The cow moo'ed back. The cow. Moo'ed. Back. I was talking to a cow. Could he understand me? Did he reply with an actual response that I just couldn't comprehend?
I know I should feel like an unbelievable idiot, but I was amazed.
"Do it again, sweetheart! I'll do it with you. Muuuuuuuurrrrrrr!"
"Mmmuuuuuuuurrrrr!"
"Mmmmuuurrrrrrr."
"Muuuuuuuurrrrrrr!"
"Mmmuuuuuuuurrrrr!"
"Mmmmuuurrrrrrr."
We just kept on communicating with the cow (my new favorite animal on our farm) for what felt like hours, laughing the whole time.
"Alright darlin', you wanna learn how to milk a cow?"
I gave him a smile so bright, it almost rivaled his.
Maybe he wasn't so bad after all...

I swear, there WILL be an actual plot soon! And the chapters will be longer! And the next update will hopefully not take as long! Why am I using so many exclamation points! The last sentence totally called for a question mark! I'm just typing so I look like I have something to say! Don't tell anyone!
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