Urban Cowgirls Part 15

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Summary: The girls have gotten fed up with the boys' constant teasing, and they make a bet: the boys pick a place, and the girls will stay there for several days, doing just fine and not chickening out, which will prove their strong independence. Naturally, the place was not what the girls bargained for. Full of friendship feels among the girls with Bal, Huma, Jaudrey, and Jarlos thrown in.


All was quiet that night, but anyone with any intuition could feel the tension in the air. There wasn't any particular reason for it, but it nevertheless was very much present as they all sat in their respective places.

It could have been the fact that they were all fried from this difficult, stupid bet. It could have been that they were all stressed after they thought Evie was going to die that morning. It could have been how they were not used to spending so much time together in such close quarters that they couldn't even get a slight bit of alone time outside of a shower or a bathroom trip.

Either way, the tension was most certainly there.

Mal and Evie were sitting nearby one another, Mal looking on her phone while Evie assessed the damage done to her nails. Uma had the puppy upstairs with them once again, and it kept making these little barks as it played. With each yip, Audrey's body stiffened a little more, and she found that she was getting increasingly irritated with the sound and simply the situation with Uma and the pup.

So finally, Audrey couldn't stand it any longer- the tension, the barking, farm life, being together too much for too long. She had enough.

"Would you put that stupid dog down on the floor?" Audrey demanded suddenly, and the three uninvolved girls looked up from whatever they were doing as they gauged Uma's reaction to Audrey's statement. Uma slowly brought up her gaze from the puppy as she stared at Audrey. Audrey maintained eye contact firmly and confidently, and Uma just tilted her head sideways as she gazed at Audrey offendedly.

"What're you talking about? She's staying up here. She's come up here every night," Uma pointed out, and Audrey huffed as she narrowed her eyes somewhat haughtily.

"Yeah, that's exactly my point. It's been up here every night, and I'm sick of it," Audrey told her, and she glared at the puppy as it started trying to play with Uma again, its small barks emanating through the room and grating on Audrey's fried nerves.

"Okay, so let me just ask you, who died and made you Queen?" Uma questioned, offering the puppy the barest of strokes as she watched the pink princess carefully. Audrey took in a breath to respond, but the puppy started to bark, and Audrey grit her teeth.

"Make it shut up!" Audrey raised her voice, and the puppy froze in what it was doing, looking at Audrey somewhat fearfully because of her sudden scold.

Uma's eyes immediately hardened, and her eyes narrowed as she glared at Audrey. Audrey knew she had gone too far with that, but her pride couldn't let her apologize for it as quickly as she should have.

Uma wordlessly picked up the puppy, and she walked over to the ladder before climbing down and putting the puppy on the barnwood floor. It looked at her with a confused expression, and Uma only spared it a slight glance of compassion and love before her eyes turned cold as she climbed back up to face off with the princess.

"Audrey, don't you think you should be a little easier on Uma? The puppy wasn't hurting anything," Jane somewhat weakly defended the pirate, and Uma felt her heart soften toward the meek girl. However, Audrey quickly huffed irritably as soon as Uma got to the top of the ladder.

"Great! You're going against me here, too, huh? Always taking the VKs' sides. Do you ever think about how I feel?" Audrey snapped, her feelings legitimately hurt that Jane didn't take her side and that Jane never did seem to take her side. Jane just clammed up immediately in response to Audrey, turning over to face the wall as she curled into her sleeping bag dejectedly.

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