Fury

[Fraroc]

Chapter Five




It was just a day after Mike got the job.

The three ‘sisters’ Karilla, Jennifer, and Marissa were having their usual gossip session in the stable, something that best friends always do no matter what happens. The topic of the day, mutually agreed by all three girls was attractive men and who they have a crush on. Just as soon as the conversation got started, someone walked by. Julian Sprockett, who suffered a broken wrist after he was attacked by what is now nicknamed “The Killer Stallion”.

“Oh my god, there’s Julian!” Marissa yells.
“Hi Julian! How is your hand feeling?” Karilla asks.
“A LOT better, thanks for asking!” Julian replied.




“Admit it, Marissa! You have a HUGE crush on Julian!” Jennifer teased.
“I do NOT! I’m just friends with him!” Marissa retorted.
“Nice excuse!” Jennifer teased once more.
“Jenny, Shut your face!"

After the small argument between friends, the conversation takes another turn.

“Is it just me, or does Julian kinda look like that crazy-ass Swedish guy that plays the scary games on YouTube? He’s so silly!” said Karilla.
“Oh yeah! What’s his user name? Like.....PewPewDie? or something along the lines of that?”
“It’s PewDiePie and I'm not going to lie, he’s actually kinda cute!!”




“Now that you mention it...Julian does look like Felix Kjellberg.”
“Who’s that?”
“It’s PewDiePie’s real name”
“Yeah but Julian has a more pronounced jaw than PewDiePie. But I defintley see the resemblence.”




Pretty soon, the girls were finished talking about Julian...Soon, the topic of the second attractive male stable hand came up...

“Oh my GOD, How could we have NOT talked about this!? That new stable hand Mike! Ok, HOW. FREAKIN'. HOT. IS. HE!?” Jennifer yelled.
“I know right, He's literally one of the most gorgeous guys I have ever seen in my life!” Karilla replied.
“I'll admit, he's an attractive guy....VERY attractive actually, but......I don't know. I heard he's kind of a douche. I mean, rumor has it that right before he got the job here, he was in jail for beating some kid up that didn't do anything to him! I really don't think he's a nice person AT ALL." Said Marissa.
“Oh God everybody shut the f*** up! there he is!” Karilla scream-whispered.





The girls stop talking at the exact same moment to get a glimpse of Michael Schaefer in his new outfit that he bought himself the day after he got the job.

“Mike....he's so rugged....and yet so beautiful....” Karilla whispers to himself.




“You know, even though that wife beater he wore really showed of his muscles, he looks so much better when he’s dressed in actual clothes....” Karilla serendipitously whispered to Jennifer...

One of his brand-new outfits consisted of his cowboy boots, a pair of fresh blue jeans, a cowboy-style leather belt, a black leather vest and a long sleeved shirt. He figured that if he is basically a cowboy now, he should at least somewhat look the part.




Michael went outside of the stable, but unbeknownst to him, Karilla followed him. Mike went to get Jack Silver’s horse, a large and well-muscled 7 year old Clydesdale/Andulasian mix named Buddy. Large and heavy draft horses are not usually for riding but for pulling large wagons or for plowing, but Jack and Buddy have been inseparable since his rescue and he is now the primary horse he rides.

Karilla watched as Mike showed affection towards Buddy by gently caressing his large neck.

“Somewhere....under that sullen, brooding tough-guy exterior is a sweet, kind and loving man inside...I just got to make him show it...I don't care what Marissa says, he's not the bad person she makes him out to be....I mean if he was, he wouldn't care about horses at all.” Karilla whispers.




As Michael lead the horse back to the stable, Karilla cannot help but think of her the lyrics to her favorite 1980s pop song...

“I wanted to be with you alone
And talk about the weather,
But traditions I can trace against the child in your face
won’t escape my attention.
You keep your distance be the system of touch
And gentle persuasion
I’m lost in admiration, could I need you this much?
Oh your wasting my time, your just, just wasting time.

Something happens and I’m head over heels
I never find out till I’m head over heels
Something happens and I’m head over heels
Oh don’t take my heart don’t break my heart don’t, don’t throw it away...."