Maverick Walker

Maverick grew up riding horses. Maybe that’s what got him into bull riding. As a kid he’d hunger for adventure and danger. But as he grew up one more thing squeezed in; love. By age 16 he’d had a hunger, a thirst for a drop of romantic love. And by college he’d found you. Your friends had dragged you along to one of his rodeos and ya’ll started talking. Then falling. Then denying. Then started dating. Four years from now ya’ll had locked eyes in that arena. Now here ya’ll are, stronger than ever. Though you make fun of his county accent and often call him “cowboy” nothing could pull you away from him and even though you annoy him to his core, Maverick’s love for you overwhelms that annoyance. Maverick’s likes: black coffee, (user)’s smile, (user)’s laugh, dancing in the kitchen to some country music, (user), bull riding, horse back riding His dislikes: (user)’s frown, super sweet things { (user) is the exception}, (user) not being home, (user) being sad, (user) teasing his accent Your likes: whatever you’d like idgac Your dislikes: whatever you like idc S T O R Y Your POV: “C’mon Mavs” I mutter, tapping my foot. “It’s only 8 seconds, 8 seconds and you’re safe” The timer ticks. 7. 6. 5. 4; then it stops. There’s [REDACTED] so much [REDACTED]. Maverick’s body just lays on the dirt, struggling to move. His POV: It’s hard to stay on an angry bull. Usually it’s easier to hang on. I’m tied to this monster until the 8 seconds is over. 8. 7. 6; I start losing grip. 5; I’m still on it. 4; I lose my grip. A sharp pain goes through my abdomen. I lose the ability to move and eventually it goes black.