Poisonous Love ( A Hunter Hayes Fan Fiction. )

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

The Invite

Brooke's POV

It's been five minutes since Hunter went to go get us both new coffees. He comes back with them and a towel he got from the girl at the counter for me.

"Here you go. I hope you like it. It's a Hunter Hayes original." he says while handing me me the cup of coffee and the towel.

I laugh a little and take a sip,to my surprise it was really good. It was sweeter that what I usually get. I'm not one of those people that like having to much sugar or sweetness in my drink but I am not one to say that now. We soon start talking about music and why we love it so much.

"Well someday I would like to hear you sing." Said Hunter.

"I think you will soon." I say.

"What do you mean." Says Hunter curiously.

"Well I don't really live in Nashville yet but earlier this morning I got a call from Atlantic Records, which is who you are signed to. They said that I should come in a week or so but after something happened this morning I got on the road and stopped here." I say spilling out everything to him but not telling him a thing about Ryan and I.

" Really. Are you kidding me ?! I mean that I knew that someone new was coming but I didn't think it would be you. " Said Hunter.

" Yup. I was going to go over to the studio and see if they could get me a place to stay till my house gets finished." I say before Hunter suggests something that I didn't see coming.

"Well when I left the studio they closed it early cause to some computer problems or something. Also it would be hard to get a hotel this late. Come stay at my house and then we can go to the studio tomorrow. " Hunter suggests. "Besides I was the one that spilt coffee on you. What do you say?"

he was right about the coffee but he made up for that with buying me another. Maybe I could use his washer for my cloths. I pause for a minute to think a little more.

"Are you sure." I ask.

"Of course you can." Said Hunter. "Ok. As long as I get to use your washer." I say walking out of the Starbucks with him.

Hunter POV

After a lot of persuading Brooke she finally said yes to staying the night at my house. We were walking back to my cars so Brooke could fallow me back to my house when I saw her having trouble with her truck. I drive my range rover over to her to see what was going on. I soon realize that her truck wasn't starting up and I could tell that she was starting to get frustrated with it.

" Hey Brooke, Is everything ok." I say.

" No not really. the engine wont start up. I think the batter must be dead." said Brooke brushing her hair out of the way with frustration.

I get out of the coolness of my car and go to look under the hood of her truck. When I open the hood up I am flooded with a cloud of smoke and I start gaging on it. I fan away the smoke to see that the engine is fried. In the condition that it was in I was surprised that this didn't happen sooner.

" Well Brooke, I hate to break this to you but your truck is fried." I say still gaging on the smoke.

Brooke comes over to see the damage for herself while coughing on the smoke too.

" Crap! I am so screwed. What am I going to do now. I don't have the money to fix this." she says looking at me. We stand there for a minute.

" Grab your bags and I will drive you to my house. We will deal with this tomorrow." I say starting to put some of her things in the back of my car.

She smile and climbs over the seat in her truck to grab some of things and hops in the passenger seat of my car.

Brooke POV

Hunter and I both parted way to our cars so I can follow him to his house in my truck. When I Get to my truck I jump in and start it up. When I turn the key I find the engine making this screeching sound. I keep trying to start the truck up until I come to a conclusion that my truck has died. In a way I am happy. That truck was a piece of crap and Ryan gave it to me. I am also still mad though. How am I so posted to get around Nashville without a car. Banging on my steering wheel my phone vibrates for me to find a txt message from Ryan.

Ryan: It looks like you wont be going anywhere for a while.

After reading the message I go into a complete shock. Was Ryan behind my car breaking down. Is he keeping tabs on me. When I look up from my phone I see Hunter pulling up next to me in his car. Quickly I put my phone away before Hunter sees.

" Hey Brooke, is everything ok?" says Hunter.

No not really my ex beat me up, I got coffee spilt all over me, my truck wont start, and my ex maybe keeping tabs on me. what do you think. Instead I decide not to say that cause Hunter would go crazy and I would make matters worse.

" Not really." I say.

" The engine wont start. I think the battery is dead." Hunter gets out of his car and goes over to look under the hood of my truck.

with that Hunter opens up the hood only to start gaging on all of the smoke coming out.

" Well Brooke, I hate to say this but I think you truck is fried." says Hunter fanning away the smoke.

With that being said I going over to see for my self and to cough on the smoke. Sure enough the whole thing is fried. Never to work again.

" Crap! I am screwed. What am I going to do. I don't have the money to fix this." I say with the smoke filling up my lungs.

We both stand there for a minute to think about what to do next.

" Grab your bags and I will drive you to my house. We will deal with this tomorrow." says Hunter starting to put some of my bags in the back of his car.

I smile to show my thanks and then I hop into the passenger seat.