One of Them Girls

Chapter 7

The morning had been quiet, almost too quiet, as you went about your routine at home. The sky was overcast, but you hadn't thought much of it until there was a knock at the door. You opened it and found Tyler standing there, a mischievous grin on his face and an excited glint in his eyes.

"Hey," he said, leaning casually against the doorframe. "I was keeping my eye on a storm not far from here. My crew's tied up with something else today, so I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come with me?"

Your heart skipped a beat. The idea of storm chasing had intrigued you ever since that day in the barn with Tyler, but you didn't really think he would ever follow through on the offer.

You didn't hesitate for a second. "Yes! Absolutely!"

The words were out of your mouth before you had a chance to think, and then the realization hit–you had no idea what you were doing. "Wait...what do I wear? What do I need to bring?"

Tyler chuckled, a warm, easy sound that instantly put you at ease. "What you've got on is perfect," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "All you need to bring is your trust in me."

You felt a mix of excitement and nerves bubbling up inside you. This was happening. You slipped on your shoes, grabbed your phone, and took a deep breath. Tyler was already heading back to his truck, and you hurried after him, feeling a rush of adrenaline just from the anticipation of what the day might bring.

As you climbed into the passenger seat of Tyler's truck, you couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. The idea of chasing a storm with him felt both exhilarating and a little bit terrifying, but you knew you were in good hands.

Tyler started the engine, and the truck rumbled to life. As you pulled away from your house, you felt the first hints of what would be an unforgettable day begin to settle in your chest. The storm ahead was only the beginning.

The morning sun was still peeking over the horizon, casting long shadows across the fields. The air inside the truck was thick with the tension of the day ahead. Tyler seemed relaxed, though, humming along to the country song that played softly on the radio.

"Hey," Tyler said after a few minutes of silence, glancing over at you. "You don't have to be so tense, you know. It's supposed to be fun."

You smiled, though your fingers were still tightly clenched in your lap. "I know. I guess I just don't know what to expect."

He nodded thoughtfully. "I get that. Once you see your first storm up close, you'll understand why I do this."

You bit your lip, the corners of your mouth curling up. "Yeah, but you're an adrenaline junke. I'm just trying not to freak out."

Tyler chuckled, the sound warm and comforting. "You'll be fine. Besides, you've got me. And I'm a professional, which means I'm pretty good at this."

You laughed, some of the tension easing out of your shoulders. "You're pretty good at a lot of things, aren't you?"

He smirked, his eyes flicking towards you for a brief moment. "What can I say? It's a gift."

The light banter helped to calm your nerves as the miles rolled by. The landscape changed from flat fields to gentle rolling hills, the sky slowly darkening as clouds began to gather in the distance. You could feel the excitement building, the adrenaline starting to pulse through your veins.

Tyler's gaze was fixed ahead, his eyes scanning the horizon. "We're getting close," he said, his voice dropping a notch. "There's a good spot up ahead where we can stop and take a look."

After a few more minutes, he pulled off the road and guided the truck up a narrow dirt path. The truck climbed up a small hill, and when he stopped, you could see the storm brewing in the distance. It was a massive wall of dark clouds, slowly churning and spreading across the sky.