All Kinds Of Kinds~Miranda Lambert

Uh Oh

Lacey POV
The rest of the trip went great! I got to spend time with my grandparents and got to see where Miranda grew up.

"Ready to go?" Miranda asked me. "I think so! Thanks, grandma! Nice to finally meet you!" I said, hugging her. she grinned and hugged me back.

"Any time, dear. And I'll be back through Tennessee sometime soon to visit." She grinned. "Bye, kiddo!" My grandpa called. I ran and gave him a hug too.

"Bye mom, dad." Miranda said, putting the last thing in the bed and running to hug them. It was around 4 am.

We both climbed into the car and drove away. "I had so much fun!" I cheered. "Good, sweetie." Miranda replied with a smile.

We finally made it to Oklahoma after a few hours and we pulled up to a gate. "Lacey....stay in the car. If you hear anything crazy...." She trailed off.

"Okay." I said, leaning back in my seat. I rolled down the windows and waited.

I heard some yelling and unlocked the car door. Miranda was yelling over her shoulder while she charged towards me.

Crap. I shut my door and sat back in my seat. Miranda climbed in and slammed the door, the whole car shaking. I didn't say anything as she zoomed out of the driveway.

She looked at me and I raised my eyebrows. "He was there. With his new girlfriend. I'll have to get a moving truck and take all of my things tomorrow." She growled. I nodded but didn't reply.

"What would you like for breakfast?" She asked me. I just shrugged, trying to let her cool down for a while.

"Lacey. Look at me." Miranda said quietly. I looked at her. We were stopped on the side of a little road. "You had nothing to do with this. I won't take anything out on you. We're okay." Miranda said. She leaned over and gave me a hug.

We drove in silence for a little while, listening to songs on the radio. We finally reached Connie's Diner and Miranda pulled in. We hopped out and walked in, Miranda not wearing a cap and glasses for once.

We ordered and she grinned at me. "What?" I asked with a little laugh. "Remember the last time we had breakfast at a place like this? You spilled orange juice all over my white shirt." She laughed at me. "Oh! That's right. And I almost ran away. Almost."

"Well yeah, I thought I was going to have to staple ya to your seat!" She laughed. "Please. No more running. I'm getting old, tired, and a little cranky!" She laughed. "Hey wait a minute, I thought you were near 40, not 80!" I laughed. She playfully glared at me.

We finished our breakfast in peace, not thinking about all the craziness happening around us.