Responsible

Having been lost in a stare, Gunner's mind was brought back by the sound of Bree's voice. Looking up at her, a faint smile curled his lips - the first in two days. 

Spying the shakes, he arched an eyebrow and though remaining sideways on the couch, he sat up a little straighter.  "Mm... chocolate." 

He leaned his head on the couch again and let Bree sit next to him before he accepted the cold treat. "Thanks... You always know just what I need, don't you?" He took a sip through the straw and sighed. Bad mood or not... it tasted so good. 

His tired eyes searched Bree's face for a few moments. "I feel like I'm missing out on my entire life... How are things?"


Carson opened one eye slowly, then the other. The surroundings felt so wrong... yet so right. It took him a few moments to remember where he was. At some point in the night, his fever had broken, leaving him feeling much better than yesterday, although exhausted. 

Sighing, he remained on his side in bed and tightened his arm around Misty who was curled in front of him. Nuzzling his face into her neck and shoulder, he closed his eyes again. He was so comfortable here with her... did either of them really have to get up?

"Can I pretend it isn't morning?" he mumbled. 


Clint gave Ryan a little salute and nod. "Hey, don't thank me. If you get bored, just come on by again."

Hunter grinned and shook his head. Of all things. He wouldn't have thought about this. Going to the main house with Ryan, it wasn't long before he was sitting across from her at one of the tables. He wasn't trying to babysit, but he didn't want her to feel abandoned either. Maybe he was just her transportation but he still felt responsible to a certain point. 

"So...?" He chewed a bite of sandwich. "How's it going today?"


"Hey, Stacy?" Travis bit his lip as he found her outside the barn. It had been a week since his little escapade, and finally there had been just a tiny ray of hope. "Dad's easing off a bit and... well I was wondering if..."

He paused and fiddled with his gloves. "Well... would it be okay if I ate lunch with Ashlee? In the house?" He felt ridiculous asking. He was eighteen after all. But he knew good and we there was no other way to do this.