Chapter 3: It's A Date?

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Gtace
After the concert last night I went home and listened to almost every Brantley Gilbert song ever recorded. I'm like obsessed with his music now.
I turn on his music and turned it up and started cleaning my room since I'm off work and school (college) today. I picked up my wallet and noticed it was open with a paper out of it. I unfolded the paper it there was a number. Wait. Brantley gave me this.. Should I text him. Nah, he won't ever remember me.. But maybe.. No...
I'm gonna text him.
-hey this is Grace, from the festival the other night. I just found the paper you gave me!-
-oh hey yeah! I thought maybe you just didn't like me.- he replied rather quickly. So what was I to do but reply quickly as well!
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Brantley:
As I'm laying on my bunk thinking about Grace I get a text. From her! Heck yes! It make sense now why she didn't text me earlier! We texted for a bit, since she live just a couple hours out of Nashville I asked her out to dinner this Friday night!
-wanna maybe go out for dinner? Friday night?- it seemed like it took her forever to reply. -would love to!-
She replied and gave me her address! This is absolutely awesome! -It's a Date!- I texted back.
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Grace: (Friday)
Yes, can't wait to get off work and go out with Brantley, I can't believe just a couple weeks ago I could care less about this guy! My phone rang it was chase. "Hey chase!" "Hey, we still up for tonight right? Pick you up at 8?" "What? Up for what?" Wait, was I suppose to meet chase?.. "Uh, movie. Remember last week you said you wanna have a movie night just me and you?" CRAP. I did say that. "Can we rain check. Please. I have something important tonight. And I kinda can't cancel it." I didn't wanna tell chase I was going out with Brantley cause, I don't wanna jinx anything between us..
I went home and tried on pretty much everything in my closet. So much for a clean room! I finally found the perfect little dress I could wear with my nice boots. Now just to wait for Brantley!

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