Alright (a Brantley Gilbert love story)

Chapter 1: Someone's at the door

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      "Sayre, lunch is almost ready. Be down in five." I smile at the photo of Aunt Rhonda and I with our faces scrunched. She may be 53, but she was wild at heart. "Yes Ma'am! Thank you."

       I go back to my laptop, creepin' on Facebook. There's aknock on the screen door, so I close my computer. I was about to go downstairs when Auntie (Aunt Rhonda) hollered that she got it.

       

       I went into the kitchen to wash up, wanting to make it there within the time she asked. No one disturbs her meal times without riskin their lives!

      As I dryed my hands I hear footsteps behind me. "Well look who finally decided to join us."

      "I'm sorry Auntie. Who was at the-". There is NO WAY that Brantley Gilbert, Justin Moore, and Chase Rice are all standing in my kitchen.

      After another moment of silence my aunt has to open her big mouth. "Sayre,sweet pea, I know you're obsessed with these three fine men, but close your mouth before you swallow a fly." I instantly feel my cheeks heat.

      

        I extend my hand to Chase and Justin first, telling them my name and a simple hello. I barely touched Brantly's hand before I felt a shock of electricity.

     "Hi, I'm Sayre Smith. It's great to meet you. Although I'm wondering what in the world your doing at our house."

     Brantly chuckles, then says "Well I'm Brantley, and it's great to meet you too. As for why we're here, we were coming through town on a tour bus when it broke down. We had to find somewhere to go, so my dad suggested we come here. He and Ms. Rhonda are old friends."

    "Oh, well i guess that pretty much explains it. Welcome to our house."

We sit down to supper, and just talk. As we were clearing the dishes, the house phone rang.

     "Hello," Auntie says. "Yes she is...Okay, I'll send her out there. Thanks, by Henry."

She turns to me now. "Well, looks like you got some horses to rope darlin'."

I huff a sigh. " How in the hell are they gettin out? I mend the fence, and it never stays!"

      "Yeah, well, until we become rich, looks like you're just goin to keep on ropeing them things. I'm still banking on you making it in Nashville."

      I laughed at that. "Yeah, don't get your hopes up. I lack both talent, and beauty. I'll stick to strumming on the front porch. You're bound to hit the lotto some day...I hope."

   And with that, I rangle up the horses, again.