Descendants Fanfiction Collection

Urban Cowgirls Part 19

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.

   It was an exceedingly beautiful morning. As soon as they all woke up, the girls immediately felt a sense of terrible unhappiness and unsettlement as they faced the realization that it was their last morning there before they went home.

Every one of them was extremely sad, and everyone was looking sullen as they got dressed and got ready to go down the ladder and to the house.

Uma had steeled herself for the fact that she was going to have to leave her fluffy little friend, and there was no other way. She hated it really bad, and it was terribly upsetting but she had resigned herself to it. She just hoped that she didn't see the puppy before she left, because she wasn't sure how well she'd be able to handle to overwhelming emotion that would hit her.

Evie was significantly more huggy and touchy-feely with Mal, but Mal was the same way with her. Of course, they always had an unrivalled closeness, but they were really leaning on one another as they fought through this feeling of sadness.

Audrey was quieter than usual and Jane said absolutely nothing at all.

The girls ended up outside after a few minutes, and they were headed to the house when Elmer suddenly appeared in front of them. Evie froze, stopping to look at the goose as she took in its appearance. Uma instinctually looked for her pup, but quickly reminded herself to not search. She would really rather not have to be upset.

"You're here to bite me, aren't you?" Evie questioned as she stared at the bird, and the goose just tilted his head at her and honked.

"Hey, dude, leave her alone, okay? She told me last night that she's seriously got two giant bruises on either side of her butt," Mal expressed to the goose, leaning toward it and whispering quietly. Evie looked at Mal with an expression of betrayal.

"Mal!"

"Sorry! Just don't bite her butt," Mal commanded the duck, but Evie shook her head slightly, hugging Mal from the side slightly.

"Look, if you do, I guess it's just tradition now. I'll look the other way, okay? Here's your free ticket," Evie told him, and they started toward the house once again. Evie had braced herself, fully ready for the goose to take a bite out of crime.

But he never did.

Evie paused and actually allowed herself to loosen up, enjoying the fact that he must have actually finally decided to like her and not bite her.

But there was suddenly a swift nip to her behind, and Evie closed her eyes, the bite in the exact place that he always struck. Mal snorted at Evie as she shook her head at the bluenette fondly.

"You seriously thought he wouldn't?"

"I was hoping. But it was very much in vain," Evie replied simply, and Mal hugged Evie lovingly as they traversed up the steps of the farmhouse as a certain sadness set into them more greatly.

When they entered, breakfast was already ready for the girls, and they quietly sat down at the table and ate breakfast with George and Anne. However, their conversation that ensued from their time together at the table was not one of sadness, despite the definitive feeling of it in their guts.