The One

Nashville!

I'm having a blast out here in Nashville. Carrie gave me tours down Broadway, the Opry, and showed me cities outside of Nashville. Plus, the weather here is amazing and it's nice to hangout and get to know her close friends more.

"So, how are you liking it here." Ivey spoke in her southern voice as she brought me out of my thoughts.

I quickly turned around and smiled at the brunette. "It's amazing. Very calm and quite over here." I nervously said. Ivey and I haven't gotten to know each other that well yet, cause I was always busy with hockey.

"It is." She smiled and sipped on her red cup. "Well, Carrie has been looking for you."

"Oh, really." I must of been out on this porch for a long time. Plus, it's already dark and it's getting a little chilly out here. "Let's go back inside then."

Ivey and I walked backed into the house. We reached the living room. "I found your guy." Ivey giggled at Carrie and pointed her finger at me.

Carrie giggled and leaned her head on my shoulder when I sat down. Mark, Ivey, and Matt were all here. We had a quite a few drinks but Carrie and Ivey were slightly buzzed as they kept giggling at anything we said.

"Well I think it's time for me to go." Matt stood up and gave Carrie a hug. Matt and Carrie have been friends since college and he's one of her best friends. They even lived with each other at one point, which sort of shocked me. But Matt is a cool guy.

"Drive safe Matty!" I laughed and gave him a big bear hug.

"Jesus, Mike. I can barely breathe when do that." He gasped for air as I loosen my grip on him. "Carrie, I don't know how you handle those hugs." He joked and whacked my chest.

"I think we should get going too. It's nice to have you around Nashville for a bit." Mark chuckled and patted my shoulder.

We walked the three of them out and said our goodbyes. And now we're Alone. All alone in her big ole house.

"You alright there." I chuckled at the sight of a clumsy Carrie, walking towards me.

Carrie laughed and swung her head back. "I think we had too much alcohol." She giggled as I wrapped my arms around her waist. "Carry me!"

She squealed as I threw her over my shoulder. I kept on laughing as she patted my lower back. "What? You said to carry you and that's what I'm doing."

"Yeah, but not like this! Hanging upside down ain't fun and your stinking butt is in my face." She raise her voice and began giggling as her hands went into my back pockets.

"Hey! Stop pinching." I slightly winced and made my way towards the stairs.

"I don't think I'm ready for this jelly, I don't I'm ready for this jelly, I don't think I'm ready for this, cause your body is too bootylicious for me babe." She sang loudly to her own interpretation of the song and slapped my butt to the beat.

She brought tears to my eyes as she kept singing it over and over again, until I kicked her bedroom door open.

"Please don't..." She was cut off by her own screams as I threw her on the bed. "Ugh! I knew you were going to do that!"

The way she glared at me, had me dying. "That's what you get for violating my butt." I narrowed my eyes at her and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Violate." She sheepishly shook her head, trying to contain her laughter. "It's not my fault your big ole hockey butt was in my face."

"Hockey butt?" I chuckled and watched Carrie cross her arms and sassily nodded her head. "You're so cute."