Chapter 3.
"Darlin" Brantley said.
"Ya?" I replied oh god he's cute.
"Theirs a old radio in the motorcycle mind grabbin it?" He asked.
"Sure" I walked up to the motorcycle and grab a small radio from a side pouch. I walked over and turned the volume all the way up. I flipped through the channels till I heard
lynyrd Skynyrd. I sat down next to Brantley and started drawing in the sand.
"That's beautiful" he laughed.
"Ugh it's not" i push the sand over the picture.
"So darlin what plans do you have for the future?" He asked.
"I'm planning to become a writer" I stared At the sky.
"Well hopefully you do a story on singers cause that's what I'm doing" he looked me in his eye and I saw something the crazy spark of hope and dreams. I liked it. It was different then every other boy knowing their gonna be a farmer or rancher. This guy had real hopes real dreams. I knew from that second he was gonna be my kinds crazy dream chaser.
