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c a r t e r
"alright! today we are tallyin' up the prank wars!"PJ declares, and i grin.
"hold up what game is this?"ben questions, and i look towards Kerri who in fact did have the tickets, "Falcons VS Giants on the 22nd."
"that's gonna be a hell of a game, both teams are 1-4."Brantley snorts, earning a hard smack in the chest from me.
"They'll pull out a win, giants suck ass, always proven."Everyone laughs, and i snuggle closer into BG's chest.
it was around one in the morning, and i was beyond exhausted and wanted to crash in one of Brantley's shirts, and that was all changed when PJ announced he was going to reveal who had won.
I had been battling off something all week, it was nothing more than a bad cold, although when my mother was called up, she swore it was something worse.
but me being the stubborn ass i am, i denied it.
Caroline swore if my stubborn ass didn't get myself into the doctors soon enough she was going to beat my ass.
"alright, let me just say, ben your ass lost."I laugh at PJ's words, and ben pouts, "Damn it carter! why do you have to be so good?!"
"Hey BJ was close with that shit he pulled on carter and BG."I laugh, remembering when BJ shaved his beard, and i almost punched him, when i thought it was a crazed fan.
"he still looks like a ten year old drunk redneck."brantley chuckles, and i laugh once more.
"alright, in third place is Cole," everyone claps, and a few whistle, "Mostly because you had he balls to put that yankees blanket on Carter, and got your ass beat."
i gag, and the guys laugh, before i pull out my phone, and check the score of the redsoxs VS yankees, "holy fucking shit."
"what?"luke furrows his eyebrows, and i show brantley who laughs, "Soxs are whooping the yankees ass 4-1 in the bottom of the 8th."
"they beat the yankees 16-1 last night."i explain, and the guys whistle and clap.
even if the braves we're out, we all hated the yankees, so it worked out good.
"In second place with 16 points, BG!"PJ continues, and brantley grins.
i knew he was a hell raiser when he was younger, but oh hell could he still pull pranks.
"and in first place, drum roll please..."we all look towards ben who's banging against his chair, making me laugh, "Ms.Carter Mae with 27 points!"
i raise my hands in the air in victory, with a huge grin plastered all over my face, "Damn it that game is gonna be good!"
"Congratulations Ms.Carter, you have won the suite in Lanta, and two tickets on the fifty yard line on Monday the 22nd to a falcons game."PJ grins handing me a box with the falcons logo, and i find the hotel key, and the two falcons tickets like he said.
"hot damn."i mutter, before chills run through me, and i start to have a sneezing fit.
"alright Ms.Mae, let's get you to bed, lord knowns your goin' to be sick as a dog if we stay out here any longer."brantley picks me up bridal style, and i wave towards the guys, before brantley heads towards the bus.
oh could he have been more right.
♕ this was over a week ago, but i still can't get over it🤷🏼♀️
i saw fucking brantley.
that's right! your reading that right! i saw ours truly Brantley Keith Gilbert!
it was a surprise for a one year anniversary for me and my boyfriend and damn i was close to crying.
i had wanted to see BG since april or so, and i've begged my parents to take me, but they refused to sit through a kidrock concert.
well my mom did.
my fathers hours are fucked up so🤷🏼♀️
PHOTOS BELOW!!
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