He finally just stepped back and watched the stallion. -I think he'll be fine...- Tyler thought wearily, leaning up against the stall and putting his head in his hands with a soft sigh. If only people could just get along, and stay with each other for love instead of lust. -I will never understand that- his mind mentally sagged

Bella sighed. Before Logan started smoking, they got along so well. He took her to fancy places, she taught him how to ride. Then his best friend Jaxon, got him to try one smoke, knowing how he couldn't make dopamine on his own. A single surge of that stuff had him addicted.

Logan physically couldn't stop.

Tyler finally took in a deep breath and exited the stall, closing it gently behind him and checking on the other barns. After he was done with that he quickly stalked to his cabin, getting out an old photo frame and staring at it for a moment. "West better not leave the same way as you did." Tyler muttered to himself, looking at the photo... which was of him on top of a sooty chestnut mare, leaping over a tall jump.

As she sent the fatal text, she sighed. Maybe he would quit. Then they could be back together.

Tyler was kind of cute though. But, seriously girl! He probably has a girlfriend. A person that hot, no girlfriend. That would just be too good to be true.

She walked over to the pasture and called. Most of the stallions were in the pasture. Every horse who was in that pasture came running. Bella might just be their favourite person.

After a couple of hours of running with the stallions, she noticed the sky was a heck of a lot darker.

Bella gently pet one of the new stallion's nose as she exited the feild.

Tyler put the photo down quickly with a slow breath, going out of the cabin and looking up at the sky for a moment before going into the arn to check on West. The stallion was doing better, only wheezing a little and looking very happt when Tyler walked in. "That's a good boy, just hang in there." He murmured, handing the horse a stray treat before going outside and going into the forest. Tyler then walked on the trails, pacing through the shadows.

She slowly walked up the stairs hoping what she did wasn't a mistake, until, she snapped out of it by telling herself that the boys were doing fantastic. They would take treats, lunge properly or even, let her put a saddle on them!

As she got into bed, she realized that she didn't change and quickly decided that it didn't matter.

Tyler just let thoughts run through his head as he walked through the bushes. He then half tripped, stumbled forward, and promptly splashed into a stream. "Holy frapiolis!" Tyler quietly exclaimed the first thing that came to mind. He jumped back out of the very cold water, half shivering and half shaking in anger. -I need to pay more attention to where I'm walking... you know better, Tyler- He mentally scolded himself, letting his now wet shoulders sag as he took off the dripping jacket.

She laid in bed for about an hour before deciding to get up again. It was dark, dark. And the boys were calling.

She quietly entered the field and carefully scooted through the bushes when she saw a ghost like figure.

"What the hell?" she mumbled to herself. Isabella knew quite well the creeks were not haunted and neither was the field. As she walked over to the creek more, she saw that it was Tyler, soaking wet and dripping.

"First time in the water?" she asked him jokingly.

Tyler jumped halway out of his skin as he heard a voice. With the dripping of the water, he hadn't heard Bella walk up. "No this is not my first time in WATER. I tripped." He snorted, feeling a little grumpy after his very cold adventure. Tyler wrung out his jacket and tried to do what he could for his shirt, which was also sopping wet and clinging to his body.

"It sure looks like it!" she chuckled, "you look like a drowning pirate ghost!" Isabella laughed as she looked at his soaking body.

"I remember when Blacky and I used to play in this creek, before," she mumbled to nobody. Blacky was a hard memory for Isabella to process. Her jet black shire warmblood cross. She had owned his mother since she was 3, Isabella had raised the foal after his mom had sadly died from shock after she had Black eye.