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The weekend couldn't come fast enough for the blond. Friday night was spent at a local bar with Effy and Pandora. Pandora, of course, couldn't stop talking about the horses they would get to see the next day, and it was driving Naomi nuts. A few times she nearly said something rude and spiteful, but she could never really be mean to Pandora. It was as if the girl didn't know any better and Naomi would have felt horrible if she would have made Pandora cry.
Effy found the blond's hand and slipped a pill into it, and Naomi was glad for it. She nonchalantly brought it up to her lips and set the pill on her tongue before swallowing it dry and washing it down with a shot. The tequila burned its way down her throat into the pit of her empty stomach. She immediately regretted not grabbing a bite to eat before heading over, but it was too late now.
"We should go back to my house and have a sleep over. What do you think, Ef?" Pandora asked in an excited voice.
The intense blue eyes of the mysterious Effy looked over to her friend and she simply shrugged her shoulders before looking over to Naomi, who had much the same reaction. Pandora looked from one friend to the other with a hopeful expression on her face, like an excited puppy dog ready for a treat for doing something right.
After a bit of a scoff the crystal blue hues looked from Effy to Pandora, "Alright, let's get going then. Suppose we should try to get some sleep if we're waking up tomorrow to go see your horses."
Pandora nearly flipped out of the chair in excitement, clapping her hands together a couple times and bouncing up and down. Effy couldn't hold back a smile, which looked more like a smirk, as she stood up, watching as the blond did the same.
The night would turn out to be uneventful after they reached Pandora's house. They were too drunk and too high to be motivated enough to do anything fun, and soon they were fast asleep.
Emily's eyes were closed but she was anything but asleep. Her mind went over the routine for the next day over and over again. Each step had to be perfect; each change had to be flawless. Her nerves were getting the best of her, and she found that she couldn't let herself fall into a peaceful slumber. She could hear the soft snores of her twin across the room. Katie never got nervous, but then again, all she had to do was go fast, go around a barrel, go fast, go around a barrel, go fast, go around a barrel, and then go fast across the finish. Not that it was easy, I mean, if it was easy, everyone would be doing it… but it didn't take as much brain power as dressage did.
The younger twin stood up and walked to the closet and pulled out her performance clothes. She set them out and went on about ironing them, making sure there wasn't a single wrinkle anywhere. Carefully Emily hung it back up on the door handle before moving to her show boots. They were plenty shiny already, but with her nerves, she just had to make sure they were perfect. It was times like these that made her wish she could have a drink to calm herself, but she had had very little to drink her entire life. Maybe a beer here or champagne there, but she'd never got plastered like most kids her age had done. Katie had though. Emily had gone to quite a few parties just to pick up her loaded sister to bring her home. It just didn't really interest her to act in such a manor.
The only good thing about Katie partying so much was that she could stay in the shadows and not be noticed. The only spotlight she really liked to be in was in the arena. It was where she felt most comfortable, on Thunder's back, dancing for the pleasure of others and for the judges of course. She really wished she could be in the saddle all the time, but that wasn't possible. Emily was glad that she was taking online courses for college, glad because she didn't have to go into an actual classroom with a bunch of people. She really hated groups of people, hated the way people treated each other, which was why she loved animals so much. The love of an animal was unconditional.
With that last thought, the red head set her now extra shiny boots down near her riding outfit and slipped back into bed. She was finally feeling tired enough to let her lids fall and enter the dream world.
4am came entirely too fast. The Fitch family was running around getting everything ready for the drive. The horse trailer was already hooked up to the truck and Emily was helping her father get Sir Paint and Thunder into it. Thunder was never a problem, and he walked right in for Emily, which never ceased to amaze Rob. Sir Paint, on the other hand was refusing to get inside. Rob was trying his best to stay calm but his patience was wearing thin, he called out for Katie to get out there to take care of her horse, but when there was no reply (she was in the shower… after all, she was the hot twin!), the younger twin walked up to the paint stallion and spoke softly to him. The change was almost immediate and after a few minutes, she led the equine inside before walking back out. The Fitch father stood there with his arms crossed, shaking his head, with a huge smile on his face. "He was just scared dad. Just needed someone to talk to him is all." Emily said with a smile that was mirroring her fathers.
Jenna and Katie came out after everything had been loaded up. Both looked as if they had just walked out of some kind of clothes catalog. Katie wore her favorite form fitting jeans that hugged her form so closely it was like it was a second skin. She wore her light blue and white chaps with white riding boots. Last but not least, she had on her white cowboy hat and a low cut white blouse. Jenna wore nearly the same outfit except instead of the pale blue that her oldest daughter wore, it was pink instead. Both mother and daughter had curled their hair and every single strand seemed to be in its place.
Emily wouldn't get suited up until an hour or so before her ride, she didn't want to mess up her clean and wrinkle-free outfit, nor did she want to scuff up her shiny performance boots. She wore some semi-tight jeans, black boots and a deep green collared shirt with a grey tank top underneath. Rob was in a plaid flannel shirt over a white tank and some boot-cut jeans along with some beat up work boots. It was obvious who in the family was into fashion, and who couldn't care less about it.
James finally ambled from the house toward the truck, watching as his sisters and parents got in. He really only went to these things for the hot chicks in tight jeans. The youngest Fitch had no desire to ride or really have anything to do with the horses, but he was usually forced to tag along anyway. He figured he should at least try to have some fun with it.
As the doors closed and the engine roared to life Katie looked over to her sister. It was as if it was the first time she was seeing her. Her chocolate browns looked the younger twin up and down before she spat out, "You look like shit."
"Well, someone had to help dad get everything ready. I didn't have time to primp for an hour and a half like some people." The matching brown orbs were burning into her sister's. "Maybe if you would have come out and put your own horse in the trailer I could have had 15 minutes to clean myself up a bit. But since you're so selfish, I have to tidy up once we get there."
This wasn't going to go anywhere and both twins knew it. Father Fitch's voice called out as he looked in the rear-view mirror to see his girls. "Now both of you, stop it. Wish each other luck in your events. I want blue ribbons from you both!"
Each twin mumbled a 'good luck' to the other, but it sounded so forced that it wasn't even close to believable. They had a long drive ahead of them and each Fitch child pulled out their own iPod, shoved the buds into their ears, and turned up the volume, not wanting to talk about it anymore.
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