One Last Kiss

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I'm posting a new story called One Last Kiss on fanfiction...please review it there (as opposed to here)

Its about Ty and Amy's last summer together before she goes to college for vet school. Its going to be a prequel to my other stories

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Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it’s not mine. Though I wish it was ***
Amy Fleming woke up at 6 am to the warmth of the sun peeking through her window. This was nothing new to her, since she had been waking up this early since she could remember. It was part of her daily routine along with feeding all of the hungry horses that were kept at Heartland where she lived with her grandfather, Jack Bartlett. She quickly dressed in a pair of old work jeans and a blue tank top before walking over to her calendar hanging above her hamper. She crossed off yet another day until her 18th birthday, which was coming up in only two short weeks. Excitement quickly filled her as she brushed her long, light brown hair into a loose bun. She took the stairs two at a time and didn’t stop until she landed in the kitchen. Her boots were at the door waiting for. As usual, they were caked in a day’s worth of mud. She walked down to the barn, enjoying the summer morning. It was cool still, being so early, and she rubbed her bare arms to keep them warm.
Should have brought a jacket, she thought as she pulled back the barn door. Inside, a row of hungry horses stuck their heads over their half doors. Amy stopped to greet each one in turn, but Spindle was the only horse to return her greeting. She had saved the colt not to long ago from a situation involving an illegal trailer and unsuitable traveling conditions. Of all the horses at Heartland, her bond with Spindle was the strongest. She pressed her palm against his velvety muzzle and enjoyed the sensation as he blew hot air against her cold hand.
Further down the aisle, a bay mare kicked the door; hungry for breakfast and too impatient to endure cuddle time. Amy gave Spindle a final kiss on his nose before she walked over to the feed room. Inside it was dark and musty. A mouse scampered underneath a feed bin as Amy walked in. She quickly jumped back, stifling a scream with her hand. She turned around to leave when she bumped into none other than Heartland’s lead groom and Amy’s longtime boyfriend.

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“Ty!” She exclaimed, leaning into him for a hug. “I didn’t even hear your truck pull up.”
“Sorry I’m late. Mom made breakfast and I couldn’t resist staying for it. What still needs to be done?”
“Feeds. Stalls. Everything.” Amy answered, a bit ashamed that she wasn’t more efficient.
“And the screams?” Ty titled his head slightly as he bent down to kiss her cheek.
“There was a mouse.”
“You are such a girl.” Ty rolled his eyes, yet still not entering the feed room.
“Fine. You take care of it.” Amy teased him, pushing him gently into the feed room.
“On the other hand, why don’t we just get the stalls done? Joni will be here any minute and we can let her deal with breakfast.” Ty said as he picked up a pitchfork.
“Oh, be a man.” Amy joked.
“Yeah, that’s not happening. I hate rodents.” Ty walked over to the first stall and began picking out the dirty shavings. Amy joined him by his side and together they waited for Joni to arrive.
“So I was thinking.”
“Uh oh. This can’t be good.” Amy said as she leaned her pitchfork against the stall door.
“No nothing like that. Oh god, no.” Ty said as he moved on to the next stall. Amy followed, hoping that Joni would arrive soon. “I think we should get a cat.”
“Like, together?” Amy asked, confused.
“Sure, if you want to think of it that way.” Ty grinned and began picking out the stall.
“And how were you thinking of it?” Amy watched as his muscled figure lifted another forkful of shavings to the wheel barrel.
“Like a barn cat. It can keep the mice away.”
“Oh,” Amy said, sheepishly for thinking that he wanted to get a cat as a gesture of his love for her. She shoved her fork deeper into the straw than she meant to and ended up empting out clean shavings.
“Amy?”
“Yeah Ty?” She looked up at him, noticing he was covered in clean shavings.
“Watch what you’re doing.” He looked at her quizzically and tossed more dirty straw into the wheel barrel.
“Oops.”