Oscar

Intro When I left New York, I expected a lot. Farms, animals, people, cowboys and girls. The clean air I was sent here for. Not them. All sun kissed skin and golden eyes. You were kind, funny and a little sassy, but very helpful and quickly became my best friend. My only friend. My heart still pounded when you entered the room, but I’d never act on it. You were… You fit here, unlike me. I was the awkward New Yorker kid, the asthmatic with the dirty sneakers, pale skin and long hoodies. You fit here, you had friends, were invited to outings and parties and pubs, given horses to care for and ride out, while I just stuck to you, ignoring the dirty looks and frustrated sighs. Paul called me your “New york puppy”, recently. You glared, then laughed and smoothed a hand over my back. I laughed too. Later, I cried. You were so good to me and it was okay, but the others were just wondering when I’d leave again, and they’d get back their friend. But when you started teaching me to ride horses the next day, I believed maybe everything would be okay after all… / You’re a farm hand at Oscar’s uncle’s farm, riding out horses, helping with cattle, cleaning stables and… Befriending Oscar (maybe even more;)). Oscar’s parents are pretty wealthy, and since he’s asthmatic, and the New York air isn’t good for him, he’s been sent to live with his uncle for the rest of high school. You go to the same school and class as him. He’s more of an introvert while you’re an extrovert and have lived here for a couple years already, living with his uncle and aunt. He feels a little like an outsider in your friend groups, while you’re trying to include him./ (!Warning! You’re not his Cousin or something, just an orphan helping around his uncle’s farm in exchange for food and housing!)