Whole Lot More

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

Julie’s eyes widened as she walked out of the bathroom and surveyed the wreckage before her. Anything that Brynne had packed was thrown around the room in some sort of distress.

“What in the hell happened, here?”

Brynne’s head snapped up and her wide eyes met Julie’s, “I have nothing to wear.”

“What about what you’re wearing right now?” Julie asked.

She shook her head, her eyes looking down at her simple t-shirt and jeans. No, that wasn’t right. “No, no, no, no, no.”

“Then what?”

“I don’t know,” Brynne shrugged, “But it isn’t anything I brought with me. Dammit! I wish I had my closet here.”

“But you don’t, and we don’t have time to go shopping; we have to get there and get in line so we’re not stuck way in the back and don’t end up getting to meet him.”

Brynne’s eyes darted around the room, taking in each piece of clothing strewed around the room.

“There’s gotta be something here, Brynne. Anything you can wear.”

She picked up a skirt that sat right by her right hand and held it up, surveying what it looked like with the pink t-shirt she was wearing, before turning towards Julie for her opinion. “It’s perfect, now get ready.”

*

After slipping the skirt on, brushing her hair out to make sure it wasn’t frizzy and applying a little bit of make-up to her face, Brynne and Julie were on their way.

Brynne could feel her stomach flipping, butterflies dancing around. In her mind she tried to rationalize that it was because her stomach was upset and not because of the fact that she was nervous.

It was – after all – just Martin. That’s the problem, she thought, He’s Martin. Martin who seems interested in 
you. Martin who is hot as hell.

A little blush rose in her cheeks at that, and she wanted to giggle, but didn’t want Julie to start asking questions.

“Are you nervous?” Julie asked.

“No,” she said quickly – too quickly for Julie’s liking.

“Liar.”

“Why am I a liar?”

“Because if I were you, I think I’d be so nervous I would be sick to my stomach worrying what he was going to think.”

“Gee, thanks Julie,” Brynne replied, rolling her eyes, “But really, I’m not nervous at all. Why should I be?”

Julie smirked; she really didn’t realize how easy it was to read her. The term ‘like a book’ was an understatement in this situation.

*

The Bass Pro Shop’s parking lot was filling to its capacity by the time the two girls got there; excited race fans all decked out in racing gear were flooding into the store, wanting to be the first one to see Martin Truex, Jr. in the flesh.

It was obvious by the bewildered looks on the normal customer’s faces that this was the most people this store had seen at once and probably ever would. Two big, burly security guards stood at the entrance handing out tickets to everyone who was there to see Martin, as they entered.

Only three hundred tickets were being handed out, and the girls were grateful to see they’d just barely gotten into the first half of people being admitted, with tickets one hundred and forty-seven and one hundred and forty-eight.