rich ✰ brantley gilbert!

04

C a r t e r

"I'm a 90's baby, in my 80's Mercedes.."I hum, as I walk down the streets of Nashville, walking back to my hotel.

I could've gotten a ride, but I denied anyone who offered.

I wanted the exercise.

I have another Marlboro light on my lip, and as I walk further down the street, a truck engine roars, and a truck pulls up next to me.

"Carter Mae what the hell are you doin' walkin' the streets of Nashville?"Brantley yells, and I shrug, walking further down the street.

"I've walked through southie, I'll be fine."I reassure him, as he keeps following me.

"Hop in!"He offers, and I laugh shaking my head.

"I'm good country boy! Thanks though!"I wave him off, but apparently he doesn't get the hint.

"Carter I'll be dammed if you don't accept my ride, and my mama would whoop my ass if I rode off."He explains and I smirk, turning to face him, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh really?"I Ask, And He Nods, "So if I kept arguing with you, your mama would beat your ass?"

"Not if I keep arguing with you— just get in the damn truck Carter." Brantley sighs, and I shrug once more, before hopping in his truck.

"Thanks."I smile, and he nods, before starting to drive off.

"Wheres your Hotel at Ms.Carter?" He Asks as I hold on by dierks starts playing, and I start to ponder for a moment, as my Mind turns up blank.

"Fuck!"I curse, and he looks at me.

"Did you forget?"He Asks And I Nod, "It's the same hotel as Luke, And Caroline."

"Ah, your in the same hotel as me."He States, And I furrow my eyebrows at him.

"How the hell did I not notice that before?"I throw my hands up in the air, and brantley chuckles.

"What's it like being a Boston girl?"He Asks, And once again, I cock an eyebrow.

"What's it like being a Jefferson Boy?"I fire back, and a Smile graces his lips.

"I asked first."He argues, and I let out a small sigh.

"Well, lets just say, you talk shit about the Bruins, you get your ass whooped, you talk shit about my mama, your getting your ass kicked into next week, and you don't date a Yankees fan, or a Canadians fan, so if your a Yankees or Canadians fan, stop this truck right now, and we never speak again."I Explain, And I find Brantley laughing his ass off, "at least in my book, I beat the living shit out of this guy for talking shit about the 2011 Bruins team."

"Damn Carter."He chuckles, "one, I'm not a Yankees fan, Go Braves, two, I'm not a Canadians fan, if anything I'm a Nashville fan cause of mike, and I wouldn't stop the truck anyway."

"You know your fun to talk to Gilbert."I point out, as he pulls into the parking lot, and surprisingly, there's no paparazzi.

Brantley stops the car, and just as I'm about to get out of the truck, Brantley runs over to my side, opening up the door, and helping me out.

"And your fun to talk to also Ms.Sullivan."He complements back, and I smile, nodding my head as a thank you.

"Maybe we could work on a song together?"He offers, and I ponder for a moment, before nodding, with a smile gracing my lips.

"I like the sound of that."I agree, and we link arms, before we walk in, and Brantley walks me up to my Hotel room.

I stop as we make it to room 521, and smile at him.

"Thank you for the ride, and the fifteen minutes talk,"I thank him, and he nods.

"It was going talking to you, and I'd give you a ride any time,"He assures me, and I nod, pulling my key card out of my ripped jeans.

"I'll see you around?"I Ask And He Nods.

"I'll see you around."He plants a soft kiss on my cheek before I walk inside my hotel room, and as soon as the door clicks, I find a drunk John.

"Who was that?"He slurs, and I roll my eyes, pushing him in the bed.

"You didn't answer me slut!"He yells, and I growl, as he stumbles up.

"Don't you fucking dare call me a slut! Your the fucking asshole who's going around fucking girls!"As soon as I finish, his fist collides with my face, and I'm taken back.

He's never hit me.

Not once.

I guess he's just a fucking idiot.

"Don't you ever talk to me like that again! Do you hear me?!"He yells, and I chuckle bitterly through the tears slipping down my cheeks.

I ignore him, and grab my suit case, zipping it up, and grabbing my stuff.

"We're done, what we have,"I wave finger between the two of us, "is done, I don't want you in my life, I'm not paying for this hotel room by the way."

And with that, I leave the hotel room, and walk downstairs, ordering a cab, driving me to the airport.

Back to boston.

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I really hope you guys liked this chapter,

I LOVE CARTER AND BRANTLEY!

Also I could never date a Yankees fan, nor a Canadians fan.

#letsgobruins
#letsgoredsoxs

Also, Pats or Falcons, pick.

Bye!