Feels Like Home..O.P.E.N.

[Clayton 'Clay' Waite]

Five A.M came so early, but it didn't take long for the long legged cowboy to get out of his bed and get dressed. He grabbed walked into the kitchen and grabbed the brown paper sack that held himself a sandwhich so he could eat something for lunch or a snack between that. He covered his mouth with his hand as he yawned alittle. He slipped his cowboy boots on that had the spurs on them and then grabbed his baseball cap and then walked out of the door.

The Dodge pulled up to the driveway of the Equestrian Center and shut the truck off. He stepped out with his spurs jingling as he walked toward the barn. He had left his sandwhich in the truck, but wasn't to worried about it at all really. He opened the large barn doors and turned on the lights. He was greated by a couple of nickers, and he couldn't help but smile alittle.Alright, it's comingHe siad with a grin and walked to the feed room and began to mix and pour in the right buckets for each horse like the owners said to feed them. He grabbed the feed buckets and placed them in the empty wheel barrel and began walking down the isle graining each horse.

After graining each horse he walked back to the feed room and put all the buckets up. Once each horse got done eatting he walked each one out to the paddock and let them go graze nad run around while he started cleaning stalls.

[Maggie Ann Turner]

Unfortunitly the sun began shinning through the sides of her shades directly upon her face. Not a good way to wake up. Groaning to herself Lara rolled on her side trying to fight the day from waking her up, it was a losing battle. Peeking one eyelid open she looked at the time on her phone which red 5 am. Groaning to herself again she rubbed her eyes, knowing that she'd be in an even worse mood if she tried to keep sleeping. Theres nothing more annoying than waking up a few hours prior than your alarm clock. The night before had been a long one, working as a waitress she had to stay overtime to cover for someone else. It wasn't anything too challenging but it did leave her with a bunch of sore muscles.

Rolling herself out of bed she made her way to her kitchen to boil some water for tea. While she waited for the water to get to a raging boil she went back into her room, sliding on some fitted jeans and a red and white plaid shirt. It was unbuttoned on the bottom hole along with the top three ones. Grabbing a comb she ran it through her long brown hair, there was no point in showering since she was only going to the barn, who the heck would try to dress up for horses? She just finished brushing her teeth quickly before having to jog back to the kitchen just as the tea kettle began to make that annoying whistle sound. She made her typical lipton tea in a travel cup before grabbing her keys and slipping on her brown Ariat Terrain boots.

The drive in her Ford pick-up wasn't more than a few minutes at most, not many people are up this early on a Saturday morning. The parking lot seemed empty until she saw a Dodge parked. Maggie has only been here a short time so she hadn't recognized it, she hoped that whomever it was wouldn't be offended if she were a tad bit grouchy. She's never been a morning person except for show mornings then she was up and ready. Parking next to the truck she entered the barn. It was fairly quiet other than the sound of horses munching their feed and her boots against the matted isle. Halfway down the isle she spotted her horse. The black quarter horse poked his head up at the sight of Maggie. She poked her fingers though the bars to pat his soft black nose, "Rise n' shine sleepy head." She cooed in her thick southern accent.

[Clayton 'Clay' Waite]

Brown eyes finished cleaning up the feed room when he came out and saw a girl in the barn. He looked at his watch and was quite surprised to see a women in the barn already. It usely was around 8am or even 10am before anyone would come to the barn to get their horse's and get ready to go for a ride or a lesson. Clayton went to the first stall and grabbed the lead rope of the horse that had finished his grain and was ready to be turned out. He usely let every horse out and then go down and clean every stall and put the horse's back in their stall instead of trying to fight the horse trying to get the stall clean.

Ruff hands opened the stall door and clipped the lead to the gelding and walked him out of the barn and toward one of the paddocks. He left the halter on and drapped the lead over the fence and went back to let two more horse's out with the gelding. After he got all three horse's in the paddock he walked back into the barn and grabbed the wheel barrel to start cleaning stalls.

Rolling the wheel barrel to the first stall Clayton got the fork and began getting all the crap out of the stall which wouldn't be a lot since he cleaned the stalls twice a day. Once in the morning and before he left to go home. Clayton would never want to stand in his own crap so why should the animals? He kept on forking the crap out until it was cleaned. He stepped out and went to the next stall and set the wheel barrel infron of the stall and kept on cleaning the horse crap out. Clayton looked up to see the girl and couldn't help but to smile at her. She was pretty alright, but he needed to get his work done and be focus on his task at hand.

[Maggie Ann Turner]

Setting her tea on her tack box outside the stall door she grabbed Clue's halter. The leather engraved halter fit smoothly in her hand. She was just about to open the stall door til she heard something down the isle. She jumped slightly, she had thought that the other person must of been in one of the other buildings on the property. Looking down the isle she saw a wheel barrel. Frankly it wasn't the time of day in which she was ready to make friends at this hour. Besides she definitely didn't look like it. Sure she was dressed up properly for activities around the barn but Maggie is the type of gal to get dressed up for any occassion. Like her mother used to say, "There's nothin' wrong with wanting to look your best. If you wear clothes that you feel good in then you'll be happier than just staying in comfy clothes." Most people, as in other women, typically gave her judgemental looks. God forbid she takes her time in getting herself presentable for human interaction.

Setting Clue's halter back down on the hook she sighed. Figuring she couldn't ignore whomever it was for any longer. That would be down right rude and she was raised with manners. Maggie strolled down the isle. Stopping just to the side of the wheel barrel so that she could completely avoid getting hit by any flying feces that might accidently hit her that was intended to get in it. Eyes studied the man before her. He was tall dark and handsome, just how cowboys were intended on being. A soft smile spread across his lips, "Rec'con I haven't had the pleasure of introducing myself." She would of remembered meeting him. Within the past few weeks of being here she's only met the owner of the facilities and some of the other horse owners. From the looks of it she has many more introductions. "I'm Maggie Turner. Either Mags or Turner is just fine hun. Just moved here not that long ago. Clue, the quarter horse just down yander is my lil man." Maggie spoke kindly in her smooth southern drawl.

[Clayton 'Clay' Waite]

Clayton had set his mind to working, but the tall dark beauty always seemed to be going through his mind. Yah, he only caught a glimps of her, but it didn' take long before Clayton had his arm around a women and ready to make the next move. Was he a ladies man or was he just a player? He wasn't sure, but he could be both as he liked to be around the ladies as much as he could. He kept on forking the crap out out of the stall until his ears caught the smooth southern drawl.

Brown eyes glanced up to the dark beauty and he smiled. He rested against the wooden pitchfork and loooked at the women who was speaking to him.Clayton Waite, but I'd rahter be called Clay.He was about to stick his hand out, but the girl was to beautiful to get her dirty with all the grim and sweat that was incased on his hands.I'd shake hands, but I wouldn't want to get you all dirty.He spoked nicely and had a little bit of a souther hick drawl to it. He was born in Oklahoma so what do you execpt from an Okie? He glanced around the stall as it was pretty much clean and stepped forward to the barrel to move it out of the way so he could speak to Maggie.

[Maggie Ann Turner]

Maggie watched the man before her work, he seemed to have mucked the stall faster than she'd ever seen. Then again she hadn't really known how long he was in there for so she didn't comment on the skill. She couldn't help but notice that he most certainly was attractive. Its not every day that she comes across an attractive southern boy. Most looked like there was way too much inbreeding, after all that does happen in the south, or they are missing quite a few teeth. Its almost as if most of the south has completely never heard of dentle hygen. Its quite discusting.

Listening to his sweet southern drawl she smiled softly, "Well it sure is nice to meet you Clay." She moved over a bit so he could get by. The girl hadn't ment to interupt his work, she wouldn't want to make his day any longer than it needed to be. Although she figured that he'd say something if she were being bothersome. A crooked grin spread across her lips at what he said about getting her dirty. A few chuckles escaped her lips before she spoke, "Need I remind you where we are? Bound to get dirty whether or not I even touch Clue. So you can get me dirty." Brows came together in confusion at what she had said. Blushing instantly she realized that it hadn't gone through her 'brain to mouth' filter. Sometimes her brain and mouth were enemies and this would be one of those times. Maybe he hadn't thought it was weird since she was talking about the handshake but it could be taken as something perverted and she was definitely a perverted thinker. It happens.