"Hey, daddy?" Ryan picks at a loose thread on his old, tattered Wranglers.
"What Ryan?"
"Can I borrow your truck? Just for a few hours."
Ryan's dad tosses the keys towards him. "Be back by midnight, boy."
Ryan's light blue eyes light up as he raises his arm, catching the keys to an old Chevy K10 in his rough hand. "Thanks dad, I'll bring it back right on time."
"Wouldn't expect anything less of you." His daddy smiles sweetly, Ryan copying his dad's signature bucktooth grin.
He rushes out to a 1985 Chevrolet K10, a truck that's been passed down throughout Ryan's dad, his pawpaw, and his brothers.
It was almost his turn to get the old thing and he couldn't be happier.
"Hey ole girl." Ryan lightly smacks the blue cowl hood:the only part of the otherwise black truck that wasn't color matched yet.
Once he flung the door open with a loud creak from the old truck, the key getting slammed into the ignition.
The K10 roars alive, instantly putting a smile on Ryan's face.
He climbs in, his heart set on reaching the county line of Cheatham County, Tennessee tonight with his girlfriend, Y/N by his side.
Sure, the old tags on his daddy's family ranch rig special expired years back, he decides to take it.
Ryan's daddy always kept his tackle box in the bed of the old Chevy, filled with a box of night crawlers and two fishing poles rolling around beside it.
He had all his favorite CD's in a small white case sitting on the sunburnt dashboard, ready to be played whenever he pleased.
He reaches for the case that had a photo of a red Chevrolet Belair on the front, and unzips the zipper-picking a Justin Moore album and slipping it into the CD player.
His gaze shifts to the gas gauge.
A little less of a half a tank.
It'll work.
He decides to stop by and talk to his friend first, heading for the boy that lived halfway down his road.
His childhood friend, Timmy.
"Hey!" Ryan shouts through the open window of the K10 as he pulls up into Timmy's driveway, radio thumping so loudly he thought he was going to get a headache.
"Hey!" Timmy shouts back, a big grin on his face as he jogs up to Ryan's daddy's truck. "Whatcha doin'?"
"Nothin' much. Gonna go pick up Y/N for a Dairy Queen date."
"Aw shit man, good luck with her! She's the prettiest girl in Ashland City."
"I'm lucky she gave me a chance.." Ryan zones out with a big ass smirk on his face, just from thinking about her. "Anyway, I'm gonna get goin'. Bye Timmy."
"Bye Ryan."
He backs out of his friends driveway, headed for Y/N's mama's little farmhouse on the outskirts of Ashland City.
He was doin' under thirty-five jammin' big 98 on his way there, his buck teeth showing proudly as he drives with that same ornery grin.
He couldn't believe she gave him a chance.
Out of all the boys in Cheatham County she chooses him. It confused him because he didn't think he was really anything special, but in her eyes he was perfect.
The ideal boy.
"Y/N!" He shouts at the short girl sitting on the splintering front porch, wearing a plain white t-shirt, boot-cut jeans and her favorite cowboy boots.
Her outfit was simple, but to him she was absolutely stunning.
"Ryan!" She smiles, grabbing her purse and slinging it over her shoulder.
He gets out and opens the passenger side door for her, helping her into the lifted K10. "You ready, baby?"
"Without a doubt." She says with a little extra twang in her voice, scooting over to the middle of the bench seat beside Ryan.
He's got both the windows rolled down, the wind in her long hair and also in his shorter, messy red hair that shined in the sun.
She kicks her feet up on the dashboard as the subs Ryan's big brother installed in the old truck thump.
The hot summer sun shines through the tinted windshield is blinding, but Ryan ignores it for the most part.
He's beyond happy to have Y/N sittin' pretty in his shotgun seat, his hand on her knee while he drives the old stick shift.
The K10 burnt through the diesel fuel it had inside it pretty quickly, the truck blowing smoke behind it as he drove like a damn NASCAR driver.
She rests her hand on his, tightening her grip when he puts the pedal to the floorboard, the truck's speedometer shooting up.
Every cop in Cheatham County knew Ryan Upchurch's name, and hated whenever they had to deal with the boy.
But, boys will be boys.
Young, wild and free.
The two finish their Dairy Queen date, Y/N letting him drive the two to the Cheatham Dam to do some fishin', since neither wanted to go back home just yet.
It was getting darker out by the minute, but Ryan could care less.
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"Oh shit."
"What?"
"Game warden's here. Get back in the truck."
He had no sense and no license, so he knew his ass was done for if he got a ticket tonight.
The two race to his daddy's truck, Y/N letting out a giggle when Ryan snakes an arm around her middle, pressing her against the closed truck door.
He quickly moved his hand up to her mouth, muffling her little laughs as the Game Warden's dusty headlights get closer and closer.
Ryan takes a step closer to the truck, leaves crunching underneath his boot clad feet.
He lets out a chuckle himself, Y/N switching positions with him so Ryan was the one pressed against the truck.
The formerly bright sun was fading out into shades of orange, red and pink above the two.
The Game Warden's truck passes by Cheatham Dam, Ryan letting out a huge sigh.
"Okay.. we're in the clear."
"You think."
He rolls his eyes, Y/N looking up at him as he takes her hand in his, brushing his finger over her knuckles. "Hey, I have an idea."
"What?"
"Burnout."
"Are you high? This old truck's 37 years old and you wanna do a burnout?"
"Exactly. What part of 'burnout' don't you understand?"
"Dumbass." She chuckles, letting him drag her to the cab of the single cab truck.
Ryan shifts the old K10 into first gear, keeping the clutch pushed down into the floorboard, other foot revving the engine.
Ryan locks the handbrake and lets go of the clutch, the tires spinning behind him but leaving the truck in the same spot.
Smoke rolls off the tires, a big ass grin on his face, a matching one on Y/N's face.
He parks the truck, pulling Y/N into his side, grasping the sides of her face and pulling her down for a hot, demanding kiss.
"I love you, Ry."
"I love you too, Y/N."
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Yee Haw Writes
FanfictionWhen I'm bored, I write and most of them don't fit into full length books therefore they go here. And yeah, this book too is outdated much like my old version of this book and the writing for most of them isn't that good (and yes, I get that some pe...
