The Real Family (Book 2 Brantley Gilbert Fan Fiction)

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Billy's Pov

It's been about a mouth since I got my divorce and I've been working at the factory for about the same time and I'm loving every minute of it. Right now I'm on my way with Harry to pick up our dates. Yes Harry talked me into it so here I am. I wasn't so sure about this, but he said it will be fun. Me and him and a few girls and beer. Well, if it all goes to hell, I will have a few beers for the night. I don't know much about this girl. Harry told me she's a black headed girl and she's tall. Myself, really don't care for the tall girls, I like them on the short side. Harry told me her name is Leah and her friend that Harry is taking out is named Marta they are here for a week and wanted some fun time with some country boys. I'm still not 100% okay with this. We just pulled up to the house where we are picking them up from. 

"Should we go up and knock on the door." I asked him. 

"Nope, I just text Marta and they are coming." Harry told me. 

"Really dude?" I asked him. 

"What? I don't do that?" He told me. 

"Know wounder you don't have a girlfriend man." I told him. 

"What are you suppose to do that kind of shit?" Harry asked me. 

"Well, it don't hurt too." I told him. He looked at the house, and I saw them walking out. 

"Well, they are coming, so we can't now?" harry told me. I looked at him. 

"You know, our mamas, raised us better then that?" I told him. 

"Can't talk. Me and Marta are going to be in the back seat making out. Let us know when we get to the bar." Harry told me. He's a pig. I looked over and saw Leah was getting in the truck, up front with me. 

"Leah, this is my best friend Billy Gilbert, Billy this is Leah Rose." Harry told me. I looked at her. 

"Nice to met you, Leah." I said to her. 

"You too." She said. Marta and Harry was in the back seat already, making out. 

"So, let's go. I need a beer." Harry told me. I looked over at Leah and she was smiling. 

"Okay. Next stop Millie's Bar." I said. As I was driving, I got to know a little about Leah and she's a funny girl. She's 23 years old, just got her first job as a realtor in New York. She was born in Missouri  and like Harry said she was tall. She's about 5'9 or 5'10. We just got to our table and with the beer we was all drinking.

"So, keep telling me about your self?" I asked her. Harry and Marta was making out with each other. I might as well, we can't dance right now. 

"Well, my dad is a contraction. My mother is in the Insurance business, and my brother Lyle is in the military?" Leah told me. 

"That's cool. I was in the Navy for 8 years." I told her. 

"Wow. I miss him a lot? But I know he's doing a good job and I just hope and pray he is safe and sound where ever he may be?" Leah told me. 

"I know this, when I was over there I learned a lot and I also missed my mama's cookin." I told her

"My mom hates to cook." Leah told me. I looked at her like she was crazy.

"It's true. She can make a mean pie?" Leah told me. 

'Well, I thank God for my mama? She cooked, cleaned, and raised 4 kids." I told her. 

"Wow." Leah told me. She didn't really cared about that. Okay then. We sat there for another 20 minutes not saying a word to each other. I was looking around, but I didn't see any one I knew that could he me out of this date. Leah got up, so I got up too.