Country must be country wide! (Romance RP Open, accepting!)

[Ғσяɛʌɛя ʏσʋиɢ]

Ari rolled her eyes "god she doesnt understsand''

[AngelTrouble]

John Myer

He smiled, but it was weak, for he wasn't used to dealing with all this, but he was doing the best he could for her. "Thought you might be hungry." his smile faltered slightly, today was becoming the longest day of his life. He could tell she had been crying again, but didn't say anything.

[WildWhiskeyTales]

Cassandra looked at John face. She suddenly got mad. "Im sorry I ever told you I had cancer!" Cassandra said slamming her door and running to her bed.

[AngelTrouble]

John Myer

John stood stock still after the door slammed in his face. He stood there for a moment before setting the plate down on the table beside her door and went down the hall to his room. His heavy boots sounded hollow as he walked across the wood floor... tats how he felt right now... hollow. He opened his door and stood there a moment, his room was always clean since he hardly stayed in it. A deep sigh escaped his mouth before he went in and shut the door, but it didn't shut all they way and was slightly cracked.

He walked over to the window seat, which a similar one was in every room, and sat down. He propped his, still shoed, feet on a short nightstand, took off his flannel and undershirt. Then leaned back on the wood panel, crossing his arms across his chest. He sat there for the longest time, gazing out the window, to the mountains in the distance, but after a while he fell asleep, dirty jeans and work boots still on. He had fell asleep before he had even made it to the shower. His hat laid on his bed, one of the only times he was seen without it.

[WildWhiskeyTales]

Cassandra looked out her window. "Ohh..John" She whispered. How she loved him. Cassandra laid back on her bed. Tears falling onto her pillow.

[AngelTrouble]

John Myer

Midnight finally came and John still was konked out in the large window seat. Dreams taunted him, some of his race he had with Cass earlier today, when Cass ad told him she had cancer, then ones of things that hadn't happened. He loved her so much, a certain question had been looming over him for about a week now. He has known Cass for almost three years now, the question and the futuristic dream were the same...

Would Cass marry a guy like me?

[WildWhiskeyTales]

Cassandra sighed and slept finally claimed her. She dreamed of John and Her. She dreamed of them getting married. She dreamed of their kids. She dreamed of them twenty years from now.

[AngelTrouble]

John Myer

Mornings first rays of light crept over John, eventually waking him up. He stretched, letting out a tired groan. He looked out the window for a moment, then it registered to him where he was laying down. He got up quickly, throwing a towel over his shoulder, he took his boots off and took off his belt. Then, after checking the hallway, he went to the door across from his room. In fifteen minutes he was done taking his shower. After putting up his stuff in the bathroom he looked back out in the hallway, making sure no-one was there. Then with two steps was back in his own room. He shut the door, threw his dirty pants in the laundry hamper, grabbed his clean jeans, slipped them on and guided his belt through the belt loops. His hair was sticking up slightly from being towel dried.

[WildWhiskeyTales]

Cassandra woke up. She rolled onto her side and sighed. John probably hated her now. She took off her wig and felt the top of her head. Slowly she felt like she would throw up. She got up and ran for the bathroom slamming the door shut. She theew up right as she reached the toilet.

[AngelTrouble]

John Myer

John heard the bathroom door slam shut, "Someone had to go." he muttered to himself. His door blocked out the noise of Cass throwing up. He grabbed one of his work shirts, but then stopped before he put it on. Today was his day off, he just usually worked anyway. Instead he grabbed one of his nice shirts. He didn't wear fancy clothes often, only for important things, and what he needed to do was important.

After a few more minutes he was decked out, a 6'4" tanned, well built cowboy. He was wearing his good hat, cream with a brown leather band at the base, a nice button up dress shirt, clean jeans, and his clean boots. He even put on his rodeo belt buckle, something he hadn't wore in four years. After putting his cologne on he stepped out of his room and shut the door. He stayed still for a moment, looking at the dinner plate he had left at Cass' door in case she ended up wanting some later.