A Redneck Romance

Chapter One

You are relaxing in your living room waiting for your friend hunter. Your mind wanders to all the things you still have to do around the house. You sigh and think to yourself 'wouldn't life be easy with some help'.

A warm breeze flows through the screen door and encases you in its heat. Being fall in the mountains of New York you have to wear a hoodie in the morning, take it off during the day and put it back on at night. Typical NY weather.

You look at the clock and see it is 12:24pm.

'Where is hunter? He is supposed to help me brush hog'

As if on cue...

"Autumn!" Hunter shouts through the screen door.
"Autumn, you'll never guess what I got us!".

"I swear to god Hunter, if you plan on handing me another dead animal as a prank, I'll hog tie you from the maple tree". You say as you rolls your eyes and crosses your arms at Hunter.

"Hey, your face was priceless" Hunter smirked
"I swear its not, I got us each a ticket to go to an upchurch show!"

Your eyes widened
"Y-your kidding, right? The show was sold out! H-How did...how!?" You stuttered.

"I pulled some strings and found 2 tickets. The show happens tonight so get ready."

"Hunter...I thought you had to work tonight..." you sighed

"No, that's tomorrow"

"I'd check the calendar I'm pretty sure its today"

Hunter sighed and walked inside and over to the calendar. You wait in anticipation for Hunters reaction. A few seconds go by and you hear Hunter cussing up a storm.

"Son of a B-" He starts going on a rant about how he's going to miss the show of his life for work.

"Well if you cant go, I won't go either" you say placing a reassuring hand on Hunters shoulder.

Hunter playfully shoves you off of him.

"You can still go. I have to work. Think of it as an early birthday gift. You should get ready for the concert and I have to get ready to work." Hunter sighed.

"Are you sure?" You ask

"Yes, Autumn, now get ready before you're late!"

With that you run upstairs into your room to get dressed.

'Nothing to fancy, it's not a wedding' you think to yourself as you skip past the dresses.

You skim over a nice pair of Jean shorts, a Confederate flag tank top, boots and a baseball cap. You put on the outfit and smile in the mirror. A southern sexy look all while being comfortable.

You tie your boots and practically run down the stairs. You shout a goodbye to your friend Hunter and run out the front door and hop into your truck.

Your lifted 1998 Chevy purrs to life with a turn of the key and you're on your way.

An hour drive to get there gives you a lot of time to think.

'I'm finally going to see Upchurch, I wonder what he is really like'