We hauled what we had into an empty compartnt on the backseat of the truck. I thought maybe that was it with the chores, and was midway into clambering onto my seat, only to then see Dad heading away in the complete opposite direction.
I knew that direction. It was also a rare direction to take at that. Now farrs buying from farrs ain't exactly anything new, but Dad was usually the independent type, small-ti, sure, but independent. He doesn't ask for help, unless he first exhausted all other options.
So when I saw him marching forward towards the large ranch on the hill, naturally, I couldn't help but wonder as to why he would be.
"What did we lose? I asked, quickly catching up to him with a few large paces.
"Harvest was bad while you were gone, I had to sell so horses," He said, plain and simple. "I am going to get them back now."
"Sold to him?" I said, nudging my head at the large estate right next to the large ranch. "I thought you didn't like him that much."
"But he likes our horses. He wanted to use them. He promised he'll hold onto them as long as he can once I have enough to get them back."
I let out a sigh. "And he also thinks you like his tea."
"He does. I think he also brews them himself now ."
"Oh boy…"
"This might take a while," He gave a glance, if I squint hard enough, it kinda looked like a supportive one. "You can wait a while."
And so I did. Lounging about the vast open space of the ranch, while Dad played nice with the owner, probably talking his ear off about the history of so new fancy paintings he's recently imported over from France or sothing.
But once I got there, I was at a total loss. After what I've heard, the things he said… I wasn't sure what was the right way to even process any of that.
Half of wanted nothing more but to be shut in a room and contemplate it for hours on end, the rest of didn't dare touch those dangerous thoughts even with gloves and a hazmat suit.
In any case, this wasn't the proper place to mull it over, what with the moos and neighs, and oinks of barnyard animals constantly in the air.
So, I didn't think. I found a nice tree next to the cattle, waved at the cows frolicking nearby, and settled myself nicely down, phone in hand, and took to the internet for a desperate escapade from the dark recesses from within.
Sadly, the reception this far out of modern civilization left much to be desired. Choppy, blurry pixels made up most of my display, but I didn't mind it. I could still see her face as clear as day.
Not even the shittiest quality feed possible could do a dent in detracting from her beauty. Those yellow-white pixels, I can easily fill in the gap with my mind, see her long blond hair crisp and sharp, the dimples in her smile, the lively glow in her hazel eyes.
Amanda had been live for almost an hour now. Almost twenty-thousand in the audience just to listen to her talk. The entire stream just consisted of her swiveling in her chair, arms wrapped around her knees in a large black baggy sweatshirt that looked suspiciously like the one I owned, rambling randomly about whatever ca to mind.
I've never tuned into a just chatting-only stream before, I never got the appeal of it… that was until I dropped into hers, now I'm on board and full steam ahead. Listening to her talk, interacting with her chat, it was like she was really here with . I could easily just close my eyes, and let the sound of her soft, soothing voice drift through the hours.
"Is it true that you have a boyfriend?"
My eyes fluttered open, and I saw Amanda staring through the screen, a whimsical smile in the blur of pixels.
"Is that really a question worth putting in a donation? It's not like I'm holding the answer hostage or anything! C'mon guys, it's not even a secret. Go get your money back, here."
For a while, she was silent… clicking and clacking her mouse presumably tending to a refund. When she had done, she briefly turned back to the chat, and once more, her lips curved upwards.
"You didn't answer the question…" She read out, muttering, chuckling. Her eyes drifted back to the cara, a tender gaze staring back at . "Yes, I do. And I love him. I love him so much you guys don't even know. I love him so much, I could cry. He's everything I could ever want, and everything I didn't even know I wanted. Sure, he's an idiot sotis… but he's my idiot, my lovable idiot, and I wouldn't give him up for the world. There, does that answer your question?"
I nearly closed the stream, very nearly. I didn't expect her to suddenly spout out a love confession on stream. So brazen, so boldly… there was a bit of red mixing in with the pixels on where her cheeks were. I can empathize, I could feel the red on my cheeks too… and there was a buzz in my chest, a good buzz, a happy buzz… the kind I'm sure she was feeling as well, miles and miles away from one another.
The chat was an influx of a million words, going by so fast, I could barely catch any. A lot of them were supportive in nature, lots of heart emojis being thrown away, so were feigning heartbreak, a few were actually genuinely heartbroken. But for the most part, her audience wished her the best, while simultaneously cursing the lucky guy, whoever he was.
I saw one guy say.
"No, he doesn't watch my streams, he's not into these things," Amanda answered, catching the sa question being asked. "But I an if he is watching right now, ooo, yeah, I think I might just die of embarrassnt, so it's a good thing he doesn't."
Yeah, it's a good thing indeed… as far as you know, that is.
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