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Jefferson, also known as Jeff, had been walking for hours down this dusty road, the apparently had left out the city. He took a few glances behind him, to make sure the police were completely left behind. IT was a miracle that he'd got away.
The sun beamed on his skin, and his luggage which held half of his belongings became heavier than before. He took in huge breathes, hoping to find someone with food or water. What time was it? Where was he heading two?, were two major questions that remained in his head for hours.
His mom was probably worried sick. His father will probably hate him when he found out he stole his 400$ in savings. Jefferson rolled his shoulders as he dragged through wearily, with huge acres of land on his left and right, which he found so beautiful. It would have been even more beautiful if he found a house one either side. Jefferson stopped in the middle of the abandoned road, and slid off his leather jacket. He'd had it on this whole time, convinced that it would keep him cool than to make him worst, as he'd seen on one of those discovery health channels one time back at his apartment. He rolled his fingers through his dark brown hair, and took a long stare at something that had seemed to be a house. A Farm.
Jefferson couldn't believe his eyes. "Is that a..." He murmured to himself, barely able to finish his sentence after figuring out that it was indeed a house.
Jefferson became relieved. He sped up his pace as he walked closer to the farm, and on the porch, was an old man, seeming in his late 50's or early 60's, sweeping up some old dust onto the grass.
Jefferson stood a few yards away, starring at the old guy, wondering as to how he should approach him.
(The farmer and his wife can played by you and I, so you can control him also.)
Steph was awoken by the bright light of the sun shining into her room. She let out a yawn and swung her legs over the bed and walked around a bit to wake herself up. It was a Saturday, but they always had things to do. Things to sell and Steph had homework. The dreaded paper that teachers give to her. It was around twelve which means that she slept in late. Farming starts at four, but her father must love her a whole lot. She walked over to the window and saw her dad on the porch and in the distance there were a was man coming. He seemed a bit older than she was so he must be here to see her father. Everyone was.
Walking away from the window she skipped down the stairs to see her mom bringing in fresh milk for Stephanie to drink. Her mother was giddy as usual and also lovely. You couldn't tell that she was your typical housewife. Her mother shook the milk carton before pouring Stephanie a glass. She thanked her mother and sat at the table to eat the pancakes and eggs that were left.
Her father, on the porch, was in his fifties who could pass off for his sixties. He saw a guy in the distance and stood up. His shot gun was next to him and he held it up. He made direct eye contact with the boy and walked down the front steps. "Aye boy! What you want?" he asked harshly.
Jefferson gave the man a wave from a few yards away, to show that he meant no harm. Yet, Jefferson was still nervous.
Aye boy! What you want?" he asked in a harsh tone.
Jefferson cleared his voice before speaking, "Y-yes, sir! May I have a word with you?" He asked, stuttering more than usual. Something about this old man made him feel intimidated.
Stephanie was finished off her pancakes and eggs. She chugged off the last of her milk and stood up and left the table. She has chores to do. "Mom I am going to the stables." Steph took off through the back and walked toward the stables. Lily was in there waiting to be fed along with the other horses, but Lily was hers. When she got there she was greeted by the neighing of the three horses. She loved it. Grabbing the horse feed she went and fed the horses one by one and stopped to talk to Lily.
Her father walked closer to the boy and held the gun up in the air so in case it went off he wouldn't have killed the boy. "Y-yes, sir! May I have a word with you?" He raised an eyebrow at the young boy in front of him and nodded. "I'm listening. Why are you on my farm?" He said in a slight country accent.
"Well," Jefferson began, "I can, I can," He thought, then remembered. "I can lift. I'm fast, I can ride horses. A little. I can farm. I'm quick to learn many other skills." He said.
Stephanie had finished feeding the horses and she was back in the kitchen with her mom. "Mom where is dad?" she asked putting away the extra feed from the barn. She leaned against the counter. "He is out on the porch. Why?" She asked washing dishes in the sink. Steph nodded and walked toward the front where her mother said her father would be. "Bessie is pregnant." She shouted before walking out on the porch. She didn't see her father. She looked across the land she saw her father with a boy. "DADDY!" She shouted and gestured for him to hurry up and get over here.
Jefferson, a bit dumbfounded, watched the farmer's reaction. What was going on? went through his head. Yet, his eyes wandered back at the girl who called the farmer over. Jefferson lifted an eye brow as he walked closer to the house behind the farmer.
Jefferson nodded, and held out his hand for a gentle, handshake. He nodded. "Nice to meet you. I'm Jefferson. Jeff for short." He let out a smile, then looked back at the farmer. "Uh, w-who's Bessie?" He asked, confused.
"Guess I will show you to the spared bedroom," she said as she turned to walk in the house. It was simple with two stories and it was obvious that it has been hand made. Her mother, Carol, was no longer in the kitchen. Leaves out introductions She thought as she jogged up the stairs. The first bedroom on the left was going to be his. It had its own bathroom. "This is where you stay."
"Right, of course.." He said, breaking his slightly longer glance. He then picked up his nearly 25-pound luggage with his forbidden belongings and followed behind her. "This is where you stay."
In the bedroom, was a simple bed, wooden floor, a closet, and a small dresser for his things. This wasn't what he was used to in the city, but it was fine for now. He sat his things down, and turned to Stephanie. "Um, thanks..I, uh, appreciate it." He said, glancing at her then at the ground. "So, is your father always like this?" He asked, referring to his intimidation. Jefferson was fine with it, but maybe one day he can loosen the old man up.
"But he does know how to use the shot gun," she added. She has seen her father practice countless time with that thing. Mostly on the animals that the family was going to eat for dinner. Pushing up off the door frame she got a better look at Jeff. He was older than her, but most people were. He was cute, but she knew better than to date. Father would have her head. "Are you hungry? I think there is left over something you can have."
But that doesn't mean I can't try...it's only if he didn't find out...No..but I can't take that risk...Of course I can! Or should I even try...what if she doesn't even like me? Non-sense, look at me!..But seriously... Jeff's thoughts wondered back and forth, until her voice broke his thought. "Are you hungry? I think there is left over something you can have."
"Um, sure, yeah. Let me just...get settled in, I'll be right down," He said, patting his bag.
Under all of the clothes, though, where more deeper belongings. Things that he could never let go. He got on his knees and searched carefully through the bag. The first belonging that he pulled out was a framed picture of his mother, her long honey brown hair dangled down her back as she starred happily into the camera. Jefferson looked over the picture, and sighed. He placed the framed picture on the dresser openly. Next, was a 2mm caliber pistol that he'd held for a friend for years now...He never had a chance to use this one...and was comfortable that he didn't wave this around the house.. He placed the pistol in the third drawer to the right of his clothes. Then the last belonging was a 32 karot necklace...The reason for him being here...the reason the police were after him, and probably are still after him... Jefferson sighed and put that back in his bag. He stood up and pulled off his shirt, revealing his damp half developed eight pack. He picked up his grey tank top, and pulled it over his head.
He picked up his luggage and placed it behind the door. He wondered back downstairs, to a nicely smelled breakfast. It smelled pretty good for leftovers. If he was getting this each morning, he wouldn't mind working on the farm to stay a little while.
There, Stephanie stood, at the oven. He sat down, and dove in, as if he hadn't eaten in days - or even months. "This is good. Your moms a great cook," he said, clearing his throat. "I'd like to see what types of skills her daughter has," He said, with a grin. He placed his fork down, nearly full. "Thanks again," He said.
"This is good. Your moms a great cook," Stephanie nodded in agreement. No one could get enough of her mother's food, but this time Stephanie made the eggs. "I'd like to see what types of skills her daughter has," The grin on his face made her giggle. "Well I made the eggs. So those were my skills," she corrected. Stephanie wasn't as skilled as her mom in cooking, but she could do the simple things. Like make eggs.
"Thanks again," Stephanie smiled at him. "Glad you liked it." She pushed herself off the oven and walked towards the back door. She was heading to the chicken coop to clear out dead chickens and get fresh eggs. It was her job early in the morning, but she had woke up pretty late. She leaned down and picked up the egg basket. She looked at Jeff and placed a hand on her hip. "C'mon. We're going to the chicken coop," she told him.
"Glad you liked it." She said, then pushing herself off the oven. She headed towards the back door, as Jefferson watched her as she left, assuming she was going to leave him in the kitchen alone. Jefferson looked down at his almost empty plate, then heard Stephanie say, "C'mon. We're going to the chicken coop," He looked at her and sprung slightly up.
He scooted out of his seat and took in the last fork full of pancakes before following behind her. "I've - never, been in a coop before. Better yet - a chicken's coop." He said, throwing his hands through his hair. "Is that what I just ate back there?" Referring to the eggs. He'd never had anything 'fresh-out-the-chicken' before. He'd wondered what other sources they used around the farm.
The chicken coop was bigger than the traditional house they usually live it. She placed the basket on the floor and picked a chicken. Slowly Stephanie reached under the chicken and pulled two eggs. She put them in the basket and moved the next on. "Do you want to try?" she asked while pulling out two more eggs.
Jefferson laughed. "Of course..." He wasn't used to this type of setting, but he was easily adaptable. He smiled at her, then looked ahead at the chicken coop. As they stepped into the coop, he was caught off guard as to how huge it was. These chickens have the life, he thought at he looked up and over the entire place, from corner to corner. He watched, and mentally took notes as Stephanie reached under a chicken, and pulled out two eggs. She put the couple into the basket. "Do you want to try?"
She asked as she pulled out two more eggs.
Jefferson nodded, finding this fascinating, and fun. "Sure, I'll give it a try." He dusted off his hands, and rolled his shoulders as if he was preparing for a combat or something. Turned to a chicken, and slowly approached it. He knelt down, and carefully attempted to reach down under the resting chicken and pull out at least one egg. He thought he could accomplish this, until off a sudden, the chicken blew up into a tantrum and starting clucking around the barn. Jefferson's eye grew a bit wide, as he tried to calm the chicken down. He walked after the chicken, trying to calm it's nerves. "Here, little chicken, come here, little chicken," He said, missing the chicken at every time he'd try to grab it. The chicken ran as though it liked a chase, between hay and hiding behind other chickens for shelter.
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The farmer kicks him off and he's band from the farm, but Jeff still comes in through the night to "hang out" with Steph on occasions, and Ace likes her, and one day(or night, doesnt matter.) when he visits, he kisses Steph and Jefferson comes up to secretly visit her, and sees them kissing?
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And the second one I like even better. Ace has this huge crush on Stephanie and comes to visit the farm one random day. The second Ace and Stephanie are alone, Ace kisses her. That isn't even the best part. Te best part is when Jeff walks in thinking that she is cheating on him! And then crazy weird love triangle stuff happens.
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