Clint Eastwood

Chapter 1

"Jessie! Tell us about this new song of yours! It's called 'Clint Eastwood', are you a big fan of his?" A reporter asked me, shoving a microphone in my face. I fought the urge to growl at him. Another pretty boy. Too skinny. Too pretty. Too stylized. He was more groomed and out together than I was. "Well I am a big Eastwood fan, but the song isn't directly about him. It's more of a shoutout to that generation of men." I explained. "How's that?" He asked. "Today, men are more... How can I put this nicely? Today guys are more like boys. Not grown men. Back then, they had real men. Strong. Solid. A little rough around the edges. That's what I miss. Nowadays, guys wear smaller jeans than women, they take longer to get dressed than their girlfriends, and they're more worried about what their hair looks like than what their woman needs. That's just wrong. On so many levels." I sighed and shook my head. I didn't mean to go on such a tangent, but I couldn't help it. I was sick of all the metrosexual bullshit! I wanted a man! A real, live, grown ass man! Was that too much to ask for?

I had barely finished my thought when someone practically trampled over me. "Hey!!" I squealed as I felt myself trip and head face first towards the ground. "Son of a bitch!" I heard someone growl before the wind got knocked out of me. A steel band wrapped around my middle and kept me from face planting. I was yanked up against a chest, a big chest, and my feet were dangling above the ground. I looked down and saw a big tattooed arm around my ribcage. I panted, trying to catch my breath, as the mystery guy slid my down his chest and gently set me back on my feet. "I'm so sorry darlin, you alright little one?" A gravelly deep voice asked. That voice gave me a slight shiver. I turned around and looked up, then up some more. "I.... Umm... I'm ok... Thank you, for catching me." I said softly. The man smiled down at me, "You're very welcome. After all, I did kind of just walk over you. Literally." He chuckled. I giggled. "I'm Brantley." He held out his hand. I grabbed it and he kissed my knuckles. "I know- I mean.. I'm Jessie. Nice to officially meet you." I blushed and stammered. He smirked and continued holding me hand. Looking around he asked "are you here alone?" I nodded and frowned. "Then I'd be honored if you'd be my date to this shindig darlin." He grinned. Those green eyes of his twinkling with mischief. "I'd like that very much." I managed to whisper out. He held out his arm for me to take, and I did so, giggling. "Well come on then little one.." He said. "I'm not little!" I huffed. Brantley stopped walking and looked down at me. He raised an eyebrow and smirked. As of to say 'Oh really?'. I huffed again, but smiled anyways as we headed inside.