Note: A Chet oneshot, because that kid is so ignored, and never gets the girl.
I was sittin' there sellin' turnips on a flatbed truck
Crunchin' on a pork rind when she pulled up
She had to be thinkin' "This is where Rednecks come from"
She had Hollywood written on her license plate
She was lost and lookin' for the interstate
Needin' directions and I was the man for the job
Chet Morton was often the odd one out among his friends.
He never had a girl, steady or not, at his side.
He wasn't much of a looker, or had cool parents with a cool life.
Or whatever the hell cool was anymore.
But right now he wasn't with his cool friends in Bayport.
He was selling turnips on a roadside for his grandma.
He, along with his sister, was visiting her.
So, here he sat. Snacking on a pork grind bored.
Chet leaned back, swinging his legs slightly, when a beautiful orange neon pulled up.
Chet laughed to him self. Can you say 'lost'.
The car pulled up to the turnip stand, and one of then most beautiful he had ever seen got out.
She had black hair. A tiny black skirt, and white and red halter. Dangly red ear rings hung from her soft tiny ears, and her long red nails supported by amazing hands. Black pumps and a cheeky smile. The girl removed her big chunky white sunglasses to reveal sharp blue eyes.
"Excuse me, but do you know how to get to the interstate?"
Chet paused for a second, for once he was going to be witty.
For once he was going to come back with a story to tell his friends.
"Way up yonder past the caution light, There's a little country store with an old Coke sign. You gotta stop in and ask Miss Bell for some of her sweet tea. Then a left will take you to the interstate
But a right will bring you right back here to me."
Chet offered a cocky and hopeful smile. The girl returned it and offered a quite thankyou.
I was sittin' there thinkin' 'bout her pretty face
Kickin' myself for not catchin' her name
I threw my hat and thought, "You fool, that could've been love"
I knew my old Ford couldn't run her down
She probably didn't like me anyhow
So I watched her disappear in a cloud of dust.
She left, and then it hit Chet.
He never got her name, or even her number.
Chet groaned and hopped back into the back of the pickup.
Well, so much for that.
He thought.
Once again, he was going to be the odd once out.
Then, like magic, the car appeared again.
I told her way up yonder past the caution light
There's a little country store with an old Coke sign
You gotta stop in and ask Miss Bell for some of her sweet tea
Then a left will take you to the interstate
But a right will bring you right back here to me
Is this Georgia heat playin' tricks on me
Or am I really seein' what I think I see
The woman of my dreams comin' back to me
The girl got out of the car again, and walked up to Chet.
"Well, hello. I'm Rory Davis. I was going to visit some friends, but I've got time."
Chet smiled.
For once, he got the girl.
Thank god for good directions;and green turnips