NOTE: This is not finished yet. I just wanted to see what you guys thought of it. My friend gave me the idea, but it is dedicated to my one and only love. XD Hope you enjoy! Critiques would be marvelous.
There he stood, tall, slim, but in his own way, handsome.
It's his eyes. I thought, for they were breath-taking.
He had steel-blue eyes, the kind that when you looked into them, you felt as if they were seeing straight to your soul.
They never failed to send my heart pounding everytime I gazed into them.
I'm surprised Chris hasn't figured out that I like him yet. Surely he can hear my heart beating every time I get near him! The sound is defining to my ears.
"Hey Danielle! Glad you're here. I really didn't want to be left alone with Bailey and them."
"Well, you know I wouldn't do that on purpose."
"I know." He grinned, that dazzling, boyish grin of his that turned me into a pile of mush.
Both he and I worked at an English riding stables in exchange for lessons. During the summer, they had week long camps for beginners to learn how to ride. At these camps, they would be taught how to guide properly, post, walk, and trot. At the end of the week, there was a horse show to reward all their hard work. It was rigged, of course, but the campers did not know that. After the show, a pizza party was held. Then they would leave, and we would get ready for the next week and new batch of annoying little campers.
On Mondays and Tuesdays, we had lessons for more experienced riders. They would ride for an hour doing the three main gaits: walk, trot, and canter.
In between the lessons, however, the helpers normally had nothing to do. it was then that Chris and I would sneak off, using the forbidden "show whips" to practice dueling. Of course, he being the better fencer, became my teacher.
"When you fence," he had instructed me once, "you look into your opponent's eyes, not at his sword."
It was then, as well, that I would look straight past his glasses into those dazzling eyes, needing to break away, but being thus entranced, could not do so.
I sighed.
"What?" he asked curiously.
"Um...nothing." I could have sworn that my face was flushed pink.
"What?" He persisted.
"Just thinking." I made the mistake of looking directly into his eyes.
Chris has shaggy brown hair, is tall, skinny, and is absolutely amazing! He was not as experienced at riding as I am, but he knew how to calm them and deal with them if they were being stubborn or whatever. He is kind, when he wants to be that is, and would go out of his way to help me or do things for me, like getting a saddle down, etc.
Well, there it is. THis is the first draft and I am going to add more. PLEASE CRITIQUE! Thanks.
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