lean against the wall, and watch as my mother squeezes Gage in a hug. His eyes scan my body up and down, taking in my short jean skirt and fitted tee accompanied by my cowgirl boots. He’s looking fine as always in his dark jeans, fitted tee, boots, and baseball hat. Yum.
“I know you haven’t seen him in forever, but let the boy breathe,” I say, pushing off the wall and making my way towards them.
“I know, I know,” Mom says while rubbing her hand up and down his arm in a motherly way. “It’s just so good to see familiar faces.” My mom has a sad look in her eyes, and I can tell all of this has been so hard on her even though she will never say so.
“It’s good to see you, too, Ms. Brooks,” Gage says.
“Pfft. You know better, Boy. Call me Gail.” She smacks his arm, which causes me to giggle before she turns around walking towards the kitchen. I can smell the coffee she’s brewing.
“Who you ladies calling a boy? Do I look like a boy still?” he says as he motions his hands up and down his body. My mom just looks back over her shoulder and smirks, and I roll my eyes while trying to hide my smile. “That’s what I thought.” Now it’s me smacking his arm as I walk past him, pushing the door open.
“Bye, Mom. I won’t be too late. Gotta work in the morning.”
“No rush, Hunny,” she yells back. “You’re in good hands. Enjoy your night.”
I don’t even give Gage the chance to open my door before running and hopping in his truck. I’m so ready to get away from this house. The smooth, leather seat is cool against my legs that my skirt barely covers.
“You in a hurry?” Gage asks as he slides in and buckles up. I change the radio station since it’s on commercial and turn it up.
“Was it that obvious?” I ask with a smile. “You know, it’s not very safe to be leaving your truck running with no one in it, especially in this neighborhood,” I say, making fun of how he locked my doors when he brought my truck back.
He just shakes his head and smiles. “I don’t think I’ll be worrying about anyone jacking my shit.”
“And why’s that? Are you like some mafia lord that no one messes with?” I ask, teasing him.
“Something like that,” he answers with a smirk.
“Hey, I need to ask you something.”
“Okay, go for it,” he says confidently.
“Are you and Loralee like an item or seeing each other?” I ask because, even though I do hate her, I’m not trying to come back into town to start shit if they are in fact together.
Gage starts laughing. “Why in the hell would you ask that?”
“Well, Tyler mentioned how you guys were at the bar before I showed up.” His body slightly tenses, but I can only tell because I’m watching him carefully. “He thought that there might be something going on between y’all.”
“We’re just friends,” he says without any further explanation, and I decide to just let it go. We’re just friends, too. So, it’s not as if it really matters.
I can’t stand the quiet so I decide to just change the subject. “So, where we going?”
“Well, I figured since you didn’t want to stay out too late, we’d stay in town and just hit up the new bar.”
I recognize the new bar as one of the old bars my dad used to venture off to. By the looks of the outside, I can tell it’s been fully revamped. It’s much more appealing now than it was when I was younger, seeing as it wasn’t appealing at all back then. My dad was never a fancy man. You’d never see him in a suit and tie or sitting in a high-class, fancy, stuck-up bar. For him, the dirtier the better, where people just went there to have a good time and bullshit while getting drunk. My kind of time, if you ask me. I’m not into the drama, but for some reason, it always seems to find me. Hopefully, tonight will go a little smoother than last weekend. I just want to relax, dance, and have fun.
“After you,” Gage says while holding the wooden entrance door open for me.
“I know you haven’t seen him in forever, but let the boy breathe,” I say, pushing off the wall and making my way towards them.
“I know, I know,” Mom says while rubbing her hand up and down his arm in a motherly way. “It’s just so good to see familiar faces.” My mom has a sad look in her eyes, and I can tell all of this has been so hard on her even though she will never say so.
“It’s good to see you, too, Ms. Brooks,” Gage says.
“Pfft. You know better, Boy. Call me Gail.” She smacks his arm, which causes me to giggle before she turns around walking towards the kitchen. I can smell the coffee she’s brewing.
“Who you ladies calling a boy? Do I look like a boy still?” he says as he motions his hands up and down his body. My mom just looks back over her shoulder and smirks, and I roll my eyes while trying to hide my smile. “That’s what I thought.” Now it’s me smacking his arm as I walk past him, pushing the door open.
“Bye, Mom. I won’t be too late. Gotta work in the morning.”
“No rush, Hunny,” she yells back. “You’re in good hands. Enjoy your night.”
I don’t even give Gage the chance to open my door before running and hopping in his truck. I’m so ready to get away from this house. The smooth, leather seat is cool against my legs that my skirt barely covers.
“You in a hurry?” Gage asks as he slides in and buckles up. I change the radio station since it’s on commercial and turn it up.
“Was it that obvious?” I ask with a smile. “You know, it’s not very safe to be leaving your truck running with no one in it, especially in this neighborhood,” I say, making fun of how he locked my doors when he brought my truck back.
He just shakes his head and smiles. “I don’t think I’ll be worrying about anyone jacking my shit.”
“And why’s that? Are you like some mafia lord that no one messes with?” I ask, teasing him.
“Something like that,” he answers with a smirk.
“Hey, I need to ask you something.”
“Okay, go for it,” he says confidently.
“Are you and Loralee like an item or seeing each other?” I ask because, even though I do hate her, I’m not trying to come back into town to start shit if they are in fact together.
Gage starts laughing. “Why in the hell would you ask that?”
“Well, Tyler mentioned how you guys were at the bar before I showed up.” His body slightly tenses, but I can only tell because I’m watching him carefully. “He thought that there might be something going on between y’all.”
“We’re just friends,” he says without any further explanation, and I decide to just let it go. We’re just friends, too. So, it’s not as if it really matters.
I can’t stand the quiet so I decide to just change the subject. “So, where we going?”
“Well, I figured since you didn’t want to stay out too late, we’d stay in town and just hit up the new bar.”
I recognize the new bar as one of the old bars my dad used to venture off to. By the looks of the outside, I can tell it’s been fully revamped. It’s much more appealing now than it was when I was younger, seeing as it wasn’t appealing at all back then. My dad was never a fancy man. You’d never see him in a suit and tie or sitting in a high-class, fancy, stuck-up bar. For him, the dirtier the better, where people just went there to have a good time and bullshit while getting drunk. My kind of time, if you ask me. I’m not into the drama, but for some reason, it always seems to find me. Hopefully, tonight will go a little smoother than last weekend. I just want to relax, dance, and have fun.
“After you,” Gage says while holding the wooden entrance door open for me.
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