Post by summertrain26 on Dec 15, 2011 21:13:06 GMT -5
After what seemed like forever, I glanced at my rearview mirror and saw what looked like a beat-up pick-up truck coming in through the storm. As it came closer, I started to recognize it. It was Greyson's truck. I let out a big sigh of relief, which I hadn't noticed I was holding in. He slowed down to a stop next to my car, and rolled down the window on the passenger side.
"Car trouble?"
"Yeah, blown a tire."
"Need a lift?" I smiled, "Sure, can I get my stuff?"
"Uh-huh, just through them in the back seat." I grabbed my bags of clothes and threw them in the back seat of Greyson's truck. It was an old, red GMC truck, Greyson bought it as his first vehicle; he always wanted one because it had his initials on it.
I buckled up and Greyson started to drive again. "So, how was your day shopping?"
"It was good. I got some pretty good deals! How's the movie coming?"
"It's going pretty good! I'm really enjoying all of it." We drove in silence for a while, as we listened to the radio. It was turned to the country station, and Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift had just finished playing. I instantly smiled when I heard the first second of Summertrain start to play.
A couple of years ago, one of Greyson's Enchancers had requested it for their local country station. People listened to it, and they requested it. Soon enough it spread to other stations, and more and more people fell in love with it, making it a new country hit. That same year, he was nominated as Top New Male Vocalist of The Year at the ACMA's.
About 15 minutes later, Greyson pulled into the driveway of a pretty house surrounded by many carnivorous trees. "Here we are, home sweet home!"
Just since last year, Greyson and his older brother, Tanner, had moved up to Canada, where I lived. It was much easier for us to live close by than deal with a long-distance relationship. But he still occasionally took me down to visit his family back in Edmond, Oklahoma.
"I've got a spare tire in the garage. I'll go get it, then I'll go back out and put it on your car. You can stay here and make yourself at home, I won't be too long." Greyson walked me to the front door and opened it for me. "There's some cookies in the tin beside the fridge, if you want a snack."
"Ok, I'm sure I'll manage. Love you!"
I gave Greyson a quick kiss then he left out the door.
I walked into the kitchen and found the tin of cookies Greyson was talking about. There was a little sticky note on the lid. In nice, pretty handwriting, it read, "Made with lots of love. Miss you! Love, Mom." I smiled. Greyson's mom must have sent him cookies. I took the lid off, stuck my hand in, and pulled out a tasty looking chocolate chip cookie. I took a bite as I walked into the living-room and sat on the couch. "Mmm! Lisa sure makes good cookies!" I grabbed the TV remote from off the coffee table and turned on the TV. I ate the rest of my cookie as I flipped through the channels. I found The Ellen Show, so I clicked on it, and started watching.
"Car trouble?"
"Yeah, blown a tire."
"Need a lift?" I smiled, "Sure, can I get my stuff?"
"Uh-huh, just through them in the back seat." I grabbed my bags of clothes and threw them in the back seat of Greyson's truck. It was an old, red GMC truck, Greyson bought it as his first vehicle; he always wanted one because it had his initials on it.
I buckled up and Greyson started to drive again. "So, how was your day shopping?"
"It was good. I got some pretty good deals! How's the movie coming?"
"It's going pretty good! I'm really enjoying all of it." We drove in silence for a while, as we listened to the radio. It was turned to the country station, and Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift had just finished playing. I instantly smiled when I heard the first second of Summertrain start to play.
A couple of years ago, one of Greyson's Enchancers had requested it for their local country station. People listened to it, and they requested it. Soon enough it spread to other stations, and more and more people fell in love with it, making it a new country hit. That same year, he was nominated as Top New Male Vocalist of The Year at the ACMA's.
About 15 minutes later, Greyson pulled into the driveway of a pretty house surrounded by many carnivorous trees. "Here we are, home sweet home!"
Just since last year, Greyson and his older brother, Tanner, had moved up to Canada, where I lived. It was much easier for us to live close by than deal with a long-distance relationship. But he still occasionally took me down to visit his family back in Edmond, Oklahoma.
"I've got a spare tire in the garage. I'll go get it, then I'll go back out and put it on your car. You can stay here and make yourself at home, I won't be too long." Greyson walked me to the front door and opened it for me. "There's some cookies in the tin beside the fridge, if you want a snack."
"Ok, I'm sure I'll manage. Love you!"
I gave Greyson a quick kiss then he left out the door.
I walked into the kitchen and found the tin of cookies Greyson was talking about. There was a little sticky note on the lid. In nice, pretty handwriting, it read, "Made with lots of love. Miss you! Love, Mom." I smiled. Greyson's mom must have sent him cookies. I took the lid off, stuck my hand in, and pulled out a tasty looking chocolate chip cookie. I took a bite as I walked into the living-room and sat on the couch. "Mmm! Lisa sure makes good cookies!" I grabbed the TV remote from off the coffee table and turned on the TV. I ate the rest of my cookie as I flipped through the channels. I found The Ellen Show, so I clicked on it, and started watching.