Riley's POV:
I boarded my plane and took the long flight to Tennessee. Once I walked off the plane I walked out. Suddenly I could see the figure of a man. His hands were in his pockets and he just stood there.
It was Hunter. He looked a bit different. I mean it's been a year so yeah.
"Hi",he smiled as he walked up to me.
"Hi",I replied.
"Come on",he waved we along.
We walked up to a truck and he told me to get it. It must be a new one.
The drive to his apartment wasn't too long but it sure was awkward. We listened to a country station all the way there but other than that it was silent.
His apartment was cool. Better than my dorm. "you can sit down if you want. You want something to drink maybe?".
"Um yeah do you have-". "diet Pepsi. Yeah I got it",he cut me off.
"Thanks",I smiled. At least he still remembered.
"So anything big been happening for you lately?",Hunter asked.
"Beside studies and class no",I shook my head.
"How about you".
He walked over and handed me my drink. "Uh I've been working on my first record and uh it's going pretty good".
"Sounds good". I continued to sip my drink.
"So are you ready to go see Beyoncé?",he asked.
"Is that even a question?",I laughed. "How did you get tickets anyways?".
"Is that even a question? Haha I'm playing. Uh well I got them cause I have people who can get them for me and yeah",he chuckled.
"I can't believe we are going to see Beyoncé",I put my hands on my face.
Hunter sat up. "Oh you aren't just gonna see her. You're gonna meet her".
"Say what?",I gasped.
Hunter laughed.
"You're meeting her".
*cue my shriek*
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Short chapter but I'll post another later today if I have time. Have a good day. I have school so bye. -@tryxehayes
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