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c a r t e r.
"but i don't wanna wear my glasses. i look stupid with them on and the prescriptions are horrid."I grumble, and brantley chuckles, placing a soft kiss on my lips, while innocently slipping on my glasses.
i had needed glasses in seventh grade, and i just had contacts, and conveniently ran out of contacts.
"Just for now until we can get ya' some glasses."His southern drawl convinces me, and i mutter some curse words, despite his chuckling.
it had been a few weeks since brantley almost killed john, and from what i'm told, PJ had to hold everyone but brantley back from whooping his ass, and finally they Arrested John for assault on the fourth degree.
"whats goin' on in that little head of yours?"he questions, and i shrug.
"Imma be thirty next week."I mumble, and he chuckles, "I'm thirty-three, there's no difference Car."
"Eh, I wish i could go back to preschool so i could sleep all day."Brantley smiles at my joke, before pecking me on the lips.
"We've got soundcheck, c'mon."I'm thrown over brantley's shoulder, despite my squealing, and he pops me in the ass.
"You've already tanned my ass, do you need to do it anymore?"I grumble, and brantley smirks, "with that attitude i might."
"caveman."
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this was another filter chapter because i wasn't exactly sure what to write, but..
I FUCKING SAW BRANTLEY ON SATURDAY WITH KID ROCK AND I KNEW EVERY SINGLE FUCKING WORD
i honestly had the time of my life.
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