.Miserable at Best.

[DJ]

She smiled.

"Well, I'm assuming it'd be more fun if you were doing the higher end moves, but I don't think I'd even have the motivation and attention span to focus on the actual training. I don't know. It's boring to me. And Glow gets so bored. He just plods around the arena and his sides become dead and his mouth becomes numb. And that's just a joy to ride." The thought of dressage work made the teenager shake her head in disgust.

A pale hand flicked the knob, turning stovetop off and lifted the pot with one hand, while grabbing a strainer with the other. She dumped the contents of the pot into the strainer over the sink and watched as the water poured out and a huge cloud of steam rose as the pasta fell into the stainer.

It was quickly tossed back into the pot and a jar of alfredo sauce was popped open half of the jar was spooned into the pot and quickly stirred over the pasta.

"And lunch is served," Estee murmured to herself, getting two bowls from the cabinet and sticking a serving spoon in the pot. "Told you I could manage," she said with a grin toward the teenage boy who had asked numerous times if she'd needed help with lunch.

[D E M O N //]

”I don’t like it much either. Imagine Dose trying to do that? I don’t think I’m going to be in a dressage ring anytime soon. Though it might actually be good for him if he had some of that training…

The teen drifted off. Maybe some dressage training would be good for the horse. Maybe teach him a bit of dicipline. Yeah right. Like that was going to happen. No, Dose didn’t do discipline, and Daniel doubted that the stallion ever would. He was sure that he would get better, but not to the point of being able to do dressage or anything.

”I never said you couldn’t.” the teen said defensively. He couldn’t help it, he was just over protective of Estee. They hadn’t bee going out that long and he had already seen her get hurt way to many times. I mean, she could have burned herself. It wasn’t that he wasn’t confident in her ability to make pasta. I mean, he’d probably screw it up. But he’d rather spill boiling water all over himself then see her in an ounce of pain

[DJ]

"Alright," she murmured, again to herself, before scooping out fairly equal amounts of the Gemili pasta into the bowls and quickly placed a fork in each one, Estee wasn't exactly in a rush. The female hated rushing. But there was something about today that made her need to ride and visit her gelding a lot stronger. Of course, she'd seen him this morning when she'd helped Hope clean stalls, but she hadn't gotten to ride yet. That's what was coming after lunch.

"So, what did you want to do today?" she asked the boy, picking up both bowls and placing one in front of him on the table and keeping the other in her hand to sit across the table from the boy. She sat down and picked up her fork. "What if we try the cross-country course?" she suggested, scooping a few noodles into her mouth. Somehow, the shaped pasta always tasted better than normal spaghetti or elbow macaroni. It was actually fairly good. But any pasta was good in her mind...

"Oh crap," she said, rushing up, "Did you want a drink? Sorry. I forgot," she jogged over to the cabinet, grabbing a glass and glancing toward Daniel, biting her lip and feeling like a completely awful person for not even bothering to ask.

[D E M O N //]

”That sounds good, Dose likes cross country, not that he’ll behave, but that’s okay.”

Hopefully either of them would fall off this time. They had a very bad track record. It was way down in the negatives when it came to staying on their horses. Glow was pretty level headed, Daniel couldn’t help but hope that maybe it would rub off on his thorouhbred a little.

He could dream right?

”Nothing, I’m fine.” he said. Estee freaked out over small things sometimes. He didn’t like to see her upset, even if it was over the smallest things. It didn’t matter, he just wanted her to be happy. Happy happy happy. All the time. Now that would make him happy.

Daniel started to eat his pasta. It was a nice change from the usual pizza that he had at his house everyday. He had a bowl of cereal, skipped lunch, and usually had a slivce or two of pizza for dinner. Healthy, right? But, what could he do, he didn’t know how to cook. AAnd he didn’t wat to set his house on fire.a

[DJ]

"Okay," she nodded, running a hand through her hair and putting the glass away. She personally, wasn't thirsty. The female traveled back over to the table and sat down, running a hand through her hair, feeling stupid.

She ate fairly fast after that. She really really wanted to go ride Glow. The lunch was good , though. Common. Very very common for the teenager, always eating pasta. She was curious on what Daniel ate. He always offered to help cook, but she never took the help. It was assumed he wasn't a great cook. What seventeen year old boy was a good cook, though? She'd never even been over to his house. And with that, she was curious with what his house looked like. His bedroom especially. No, not that way. Estee'd always assumed though bedrooms told a lot about a person. What their walls and sheets looked like. What was lying around. And closets. Closets, too. Of course, you couldn't really judge Estee by her room. The pale carpet and walls were not exactly the teenager's style. But technically, it wasn't even "Estee's bedroom." It was "Hope's Guest Bedroom." Of course, with the art slowly filling up the walls and her clothes strewn over the floor, it was starting to look like hers. But it would probably never end up actually hers.

"Alright," she nodded, finishing the pasta. "Ready to head out?" she added, biting her lip, trying to hid her anxiousness. Of course that was a failure. But what could you do about it? The female was excited to ride her horse. On the cross-country course. How fun!