Whole Lot More

Chapter One

Disclaimer: I don’t own Martin, Dale Jr., DEI, or anyone else mentioned in this story... don’t even know them!  Um... the screen name “MTJ” isn’t real (as far as I know), it was just the first thing I could think of, and I wasn’t feeling creative.  I do however own Brynne, and the screen name “FutureMrsTruexJr”... that is
an old screen name of mine, lol.

Summary: Something random, turns into a whole lot more.

Author’s Note: Blame it all on Julie!  Lol, she’s the one who dared me to do this, when I asked her something, so here it is.  Other than that, I’m not too sure about this, so feedback would be appreciated :)

Author's Note v2.0:  I wrote this story many years ago  (when Martin and Junior were still over at DEI together) and used to post these on old NASCAR message boards.  This story has a sequel that I've been wanting to work on more recently, and I was looking for somewhere new to post it!  Forgive any mistakes you find, as I said I started this like 10 years ago lol

Whole Lot More
Chapter One

Martin Truex, Jr. lazily sat at his computer desk, completely and totally bored out of his mind.  He was
<i>bored</I>.  That <i>never</I> happened.

“That’s what the off season does to ya,” he mumbled, staring at the computer screen blankly.  It wasn’t even all that fun to swing by his message boards; at least during the season there was some interesting conversations happening there, but a month into the off season it seemed to be null and void of anything of his interest.

He tipped the bottle back, until he felt the cold rush of the Budweiser slip down his throat.

Pulling open his buddy list, he stared at the blank screen.  No one was home, there was no one on AIM, and he was bored.  It had never happened before.  There had always been someone.

Spinning the chair around in circles a couple times, his attention was once again brought to the screen when he
heard the pinging noise, signaling someone had signed on.

His forehead quickly wrinkled when he saw the screen name FutureMrsTruexJr.  “What the hell?” he mumbled, not knowing how that person had gotten onto his buddy list.  He certainly didn’t remember adding them.

“Junior,” he cursed.  His best friend had been messing around with his computer the other day, and he knew
the culprit had to be him.  But, his curiosity was piqued.  Just who in the hell was this girl, and why did she have that screen name?

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Brynne Matthews shuffled in the doors of her little apartment after a late night at work.  All she really
wanted to do was turn on her computer, see if any of her friends were still on, find out if she’d missed any news and curl up with her dog and read some before she went to bed.

Work had really worn her out.

She tossed her purse, jacket and keys just inside the door, so she’d know where they were tomorrow when she
went to leave for work, and carefully sat down at her desk, folding her feet underneath her as her small hands
wove behind the monitor and turned it on.

Her long, blonde hair fell into curtains around her face as she leaned down and slid her hand into the compartment to hit the button on her modem, her computer screen coming to life right before her eyes.

It didn’t take long for it to completely load up, and she was logging onto AIM before she knew it, sitting up
expectantly when she saw one of her best friends was on still, obviously probably having waited for her to get
home from work.

Before she even had time to hit her friends screen name and send her a message, a message accept request popped up on her screen, telling her “MTJ” had sent her a message.

She stared at the screen for a moment, before clicking accept, wondering just who this was and what they wanted, her eyes narrowing when the box popped up on her screen.

MTJ: Who is this?

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