Missed Me, Missed Me, Now You Gotta Kiss Me

Reesey and Lefroy

I woke up to my cell literally screaming at me-it was a high pitched scream from some chic in a horror movie; it only played to unknown callers. With my body aching all over from sleeping in a sleeping bag, I reluctantly picked up my phone. "Mmm-hmm?"

  "Are ya still sleepin'?" An annoying southern voice said with too much zeal.

  I groaned. "Liam....what time is it?"

  "Quarter till six."

  "WHAT?!" I screamed.

  "Damn, when did you get so screamy?"

  "Since people wake me up at freaking five in the morning! Go find something to do!" I snapped my phone shut, intent on sleeping until late afternoon. I didn't start school until tomorrow.   

  My phone rang again.

  Not able to take the screaming, I groaned into the receiver, "What do you want from me...?"

  "Did you forget, duchess? We're riding today!"

  I could have laughed or cried at that moment. "Liam, I'm not riding something that can kill me."

  "Cars can kill you, too."

  "But horses have a mind of their own."

  "True. But horses are more fun."

  "Than you go riding." I hung up the phone again.

  A whole minute later-imagine that!-it rang again.

  "Leave me alone," I whined.

  "I hate riding by myself."

  "I can't ride, Liam!"

  "Scaredy cat."

  "What?"

  "Chicken."

  "Liam."

  He started clucking like a chicken.

  "Alright, stop!" I said with frustration. "That never worked on me, William."

  "I know. But it always made you mad."

  "I can refuse you, you know."

  I heard the smirk in his voice. "No you can't."

  "Oh, no?" I hung up, this time turning my cell off entirely.

  I was almost asleep again when I heard my window being opened-there was the mudroom roof just below my window and it was low enough that you could climb up with a medium sized ladder. Obviously Liam had already been there.

  Shrieking, I sat up, covering myself with the sleeping bag-I was only in a black cami and booty shorts.

  Liam rolled his eyes, grinning widely. "Now, what say you?"

  "You're crazy!" I screamed, hoping to wake my parents up. Unfortunately, I knew how impossible that was; my parents were abnormally hard sleepers.

  Liam made himself comfortable leaning against the wall. "Well?"

  Frowning, I grumbled, "Well, what?"

  "Where's your cowboy boots?"

  "I don't have cowboy boots."

  Liam tsk-tsked. "How're you gonna ride without cowboy boots?"

  I put on a mock pleasant smile. "Guess I won't be riding, then."

  "Uh-ah, you're not getting outta it that easy."

  Something dark landed with a loud thump next to my sleeping bag. I plucked up two boots. "Seriously?"