Jessie's POV:
It's been almost a month since I've seen Brantley. He's back in Georgia, and I'm stuck in Los Angeles. My label is here, so I'm here. Speaking off my label, I groaned. Ever since that Maxim shoot, they've been testing me like crap. Just because I didn't feel comfortable posing nude. They've refused to release anymore singles off my album, and they're considering canceling my tour. I was frustrated, and angry, and scared, and upset. To be honest, I just wanted Brantley. I missed him like crazy. We talked every day, and texted. Skyping occasionally. But it just wasn't the same as physically being next to him. My phone dinged with a text.
BG: hey good lookin
JJ: I hate Los Angeles. I hate the city. I hate my label. I'm cranky. Obvi. :/
BG: so find a new label. Move out of the city. Easy fix girl. Why you cranky?
JJ: I'm scared. What if they black list me? Then no other label will work with me. And I don't know, I just miss you.
BG: I miss you too princess. But don't be scared. It'll all work out ok.
BG: PICTURE MESSAGE hope this makes you a little less cranky.
I opened the picture and groaned. Brantley was standing there in a pair of gym shorts, no shirt. He napped a quick pick of his torso and face. That was just wrong..
JJ: WHY WOULD YOU TORTURE ME LIKE THAT?! I HAVENT SEEN YOU IN A MONTH! BRAAANNNTTTLLEEEEYYYYY!!!!!! :((
He called me after that. When I answered he was laughing hysterically. "It's not funny!" I pouted. "You just all wound up ain't ya baby?" He chuckled. I whined pitifully. A knock sounded on the door. "Need me to let you go?" B asked. "No, I don't know who that is, so I rather you stay on the phone please." I said. "Alright princess, I'm here." He said. I opened the door and signed for a package. It was a large legal envelope from my label. "I wonder what it is?" B said after I told him what it was. "Oh my God!" I cried. "What's wrong Jessie?" Brantley asked quickly. I re-read the papers in front of me to be sure. "They fired me! Just because I wouldn't pose naked for that dang photo shoot! They... I can't believe this! They actually fired me, and they're refusing to hand over what's ready been done on my Album! They can't do that!" I started to hyperventilate. "Baby.. Calm down for me ok? Just breathe. Listen, give me fifteen minutes and I'm going to call you right back, ok?" Brantley rumbled. "Ok Brantley.." I sniffed and hung up.
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Clint Eastwood
FanfictionWhen Jessie James' new song hits the charts, it goes straight to the top. Tired of being alone, and fed up with all the pretty boys, she wrote a a song reminiscent of the guys back in the old days. The real men. Rough, tough, and just what a woman n...
