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"Thanks." She stated, patting her Friesian stud. "My pretty boy did so good." |
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"Thanks." She stated, patting her Friesian stud. "My pretty boy did so good." |
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"Yeah, he really did." Marco praised again, about to say something when his phone rang and he sighed, picking it up and walking off. "What more could you possibly want? I've already told you where I am, what i'm doing, and what the next 24 hours of my life is going to look like with every single freaking detail I can think of." He snapped, his father and him getting into a heated argument. Marco had to pull the phone away from his ear when his father yelled into it, wincing slightly. "Yeah, I hate you too." With that he hung it up, taking a hot second to cool himself before plastering on that same fake smile and walking back to Liliana. "Sorry about that, my parents are nuts." |
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"Same. Mine didn't even show up, despite it being Nationals." She frowned. "They never do, too obsessed with my coddled, useless siblings." |
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"Dang. It's not both of my parents, it mainly my dad. Always has to know where I am what i'm doing and it sucks. Funny thing is, he hates the living crap out of me yet needs to know everything i'm doing." Marco said with a chuckle, hand fiddling with the pocket knife he always had in his pocket. His phone dinged and he smirked, it being a snap from the girl he was staying with tonight. "Well, I gotta go. Good to talk to you." He says, smirking as he walked away and snapped back, smiling eagerly as he hopped up into his dulley before making his way out of the lot carefully. <><><><> Marco got to the girls apartment and entered quickly, the two noting who eachother were before the time came and only hours later did Marco drift off, only to wake up at dawn the next morning. |
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The next morning, Liliana got up around six AM, and went to her barn, sliding the doors open, seeing all 16 of her horses. "Mornin', babies." She stated. |
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Marco woke early the next morning and quickly got dressed again, heading to the rodeo grounds once more to get some practice on the bulls. He had gone to his house to go grab some clean clothes and had arrived at the grounds in a t-shirt, jeans, boots, his hat, and a fresh array of brusies peaking out on his arms, neck, and only a few on his face. If anybody asked his excuse was bulls or broncs, one of the two. Anyways, Marco hopped on a bull and got his spur stuck in the rope, getting tossed around as he tried to break away before getting flung off but landing safely, chuckling as he hopped out of the arena. |
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"Oh, Marco! Your little fling is here!" A girl teased, pointing to Liliana, who had just arrived, a new horse in tow. |
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Marco immediatly perked up, brushing the dirt off his face and raking a hand through his hair before fixing all his clothing and moving past Dean, jogging for a minute before walking into the warm bask of sunlight leaking into the arena and leaning on the side of the garage door they used as entry. He watched her pull in with a smile for a minute before acting like he was doing something on his phone. |
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Liliana walkd in, a solid white Quarter horse stallion trailing behind her. "Alrighty, warm-up time." She stated. |
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