Hart of Dixie

ZoeXGeroge

Chapter 1

I looked around and there wasn't a building in sight. How was that possible? Why in the world am I here? The sign said Bluebell was this way, how long do I have to walk to get to Bluebell? I heard the truck behind me, and it made me a little nervous. It all made me a little nervous; I was moving to the south and didn't know a single person in the region! The old pickup pulled up beside me and I was surprised to see a man around my age with sandy blonde hair and bluish green eyes. He was wearing a light blue and white striped dress shirt and cakey pants…he was cute. He smiled at me kind of like I was a crazy person or something.

"Uh, I'm going to guess New York," He said. Ugh, New York…I miss it already!

"You guessed right," I replied while still walking.

"Where ya headed?"

"Bluebell," I wasn't proud or happy to say it.

"Well, can I give you a ride?"

"You know, that's very nice but I'd really rather live in Bluebell than die there."

"Well, uh…" He laughs a little bit. "If it helps, I'm an attorney…not…a murderer." He looked nice and clean. I peeked inside the truck and it was perfectly clean. It seemed like I would be safer in this truck than in a cab in New York. He gave a smile as if trying to persuade me. I looked back at him not sure what to say but he took this as a yes and put the pickup in park.

"I'll get your bags…" He got out of the truck but I just stood there not sure of what to do. He put them in the back of the truck and noticed that I was still standing there. He stuttered a little bit and pointed to the door.

"Would…you like to get in…" I snapped out of it and laughed.

"Yeah…sorry…I don't know what I was doing. Thanks…for getting my bags." He opened the door of the truck and I climbed in.

"No Problem. I'm George Tucker by the way."

"Zoe Hart. And thanks for the ride."

"It's nice to meet you Zoe Hart. And no problem!" He had some southern accent but it was almost as if it had faded and become his own; different. It was quiet for a few minutes.

"So New York, huh?"

"Yep…"

"So what are you doing in Bluebell, Alabama?"

"Well I didn't get accepted to the stupid fellowship and my only other choice is to come work for Harley Wilkes," It's horrible, but I say this full of anger; because I am angry. I should've gotten that fellowship! Everything was great and then all of a sudden it headed south…literally. He looks at me like I'm crazy and he might be a little scared.

"A little disappointed, are we?"

"You have no idea."

"I used to live in New York," George says and I slowly turn towards him with a shocked look on my face.

"What?"

"I worked for Cravath."

"Cravath, Swaine, and Moore?"

"Yes…"

"I'm sorry but what in the world are you doing in Bluebell, Alabama?"

"I grew up here…I loved New York but you always go back home…"

"Right."

"So, Harley Wilkes?"

"Yes, Harley Wilkes."

"I'm sorry."

"Is he that bad?" He looks at me confused and just ignores it. We pull up to what looks like it should be a house.

"This is it?"

"Yep," George says almost with pride before getting out to get my bags for me. I just sigh.

"Thanks again for the ride and everything."

"That's the perks of a small town," George says. He smiles and it's like he's just saying I told you so.

"It was nice to meet you Zoe Hart," He says before getting in his truck.

"Nice to meet you too George Tucker." I wave and quickly turn to Harley Wilkes' practice. I walk up the two sets of steps and open the door. There is a lady in the back at a desk working hurriedly.

"Can I help you, sweety pie?"

"Um…" That was weird. "I'm looking for Harley Wilkes." She immediately stops what she is doing.

"Sweety…Harley passed a few months ago." Seriously? Are you kidding me? How is that possible?

"But he just sent me a post card like two weeks ago!" I hold up the card and she looks shocked.

"Are you Dr. Hart?"

"Yes…" She comes around the desk and hugs me like she's known me for years.

"Oh, I have been waitin' for you!" She says in a very southern accent.

"Harley said that if I kept sendin' those post cards you would show up sooner or later!" She said excitedly. "I'm Emmeline Hattenbarger."

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Hattenbarger."

"Well if you're going to use the Mrs. Then you can call me Mrs. H."

"Thanks…" I look around the small space and then back to Mrs. H. "Is there a nice hotel around here that I can stay at?"

"Oh, honey you can't live in a hotel! That's just cruel…plus we don't have a hotel. I'll make a call or two and get you a place to stay." She smiles and picks up the phone so I decide to look around the office. There are a few exam rooms and a waiting room; all decorated like a home. I'm not sure if this is good or bad. All of a sudden a blonde women stomps in the room in a full out yellow, petticoat dress complete with ruffles.

"Oh my god…" I mumble under my breath. I just stare at her as she marches past me and toward the desk where Mrs. H is on the phone. She puts her hand on the desk and taps her foot impatiently. Maybe this town isn't full of southern saints like I though. I go into one of the examination rooms, not wanting to hear what's going on outside. Ten minutes later Mrs. H comes into the room.

"Get your things…I'll drive you to where you can stay." Her personality is totally changed and not for the better. I don't say anything until we get into the pickup; the same one that everyone seems to drive around here.

"Who was that?"

"Oh the phone, oh I called the mayor."

"No, the girl…wait…you called the mayor to find out where I could stay?"

"Well of course silly, he's got a place for you to stay!" I was so confused.

"Oh…thanks…and the girl?" I was still curious, though.

"Oh, that's Lemon Breelond."

"Lemon?"

"Yep!"

"What was she doing there?"

"Her daddy owns half of Harley's practice."

"Oh…wait, what?"

"Her daddy is Brick Breelond, him and Harley started the practice together." I wasn't sure what to say to that. We pulled up to a long driveway that I couldn't even see the end of.

"Honey, I gotta get home to my chili and cornbread…it ain't too long of a walk…just look out for Burt." She says as I take my things and get out of the truck. She drives away before I can say anything.

"Burt?" I turn around and start walking down the dirt driveway. I finally see the huge white house that looks like the presidents house. Jeez, the south sure does have a thing for politics and football. I knock on the door, fully expecting an old, white haired man.

"You must be Dr. Hart," He says.

"You're…you're Levon Hayes! The NFL linebacker! You're the mayor here? How? More importantly, why?" He laughs and takes my bag while motioning for me to come in.

"I figured you would be hungry so I made extra steak and asparagus if you would like some," Levon says as we walk through the kitchen.

"I'd love to, as long as I'm not imposing," I say excitedly.

"Not at all." He set's my stuff by the double doors leading to the back of the house. I sit down at the bar and he pulls out plates and silverware.

"What would you like to drink?" He asks.

"What are my choices?"

"Beer, coke and whiskey, water, milk, juice, or…a red wine."

"I'll take the wine…for sure…" He pours a glass of red wine and takes out a beer for himself.

"So seriously, I want to hear the story. Why did you come here?"

"It's kind of a boring story. After I retired I didn't like where I was anymore. It was just kind of a way of life type of thing."

"Well obviously you didn't choose to come here," I interrupt in surprise. Levon glares at me. "…sorry…"

"Anyway…I met someone who lived here and decided I would come down here and the mayor thing…well that's a coincidence."

"Aw…was it a girl?" I ask suspiciously. He just laughs like he's trying to hide the answer and continues to fix both of our plates. The dinner was delicious and we seemed to have a lot in common. We finished and I helped do the dishes.

"Alright, I'll show you where you will be staying." He takes my bags and opens the door even though I was expecting to go up the stairs.

"Am I sleeping in a tent?" I asked. Levon laughed but continued walking.

"There is a separate house just down the back drive."

"Oh, ok." I take my purse and smaller bag and follow him into the huge back yard. We finally approach the small house and it's nothing like I had imagined. I was expecting a quaint little guest house, even if it was old it could've been cleaned up but I guess that's what you get from a man.

"Sorry, it doesn't look too good but it works," Levon says. No kidding, I couldn't help but think. The inside was furnished and sheets covered furniture. I guess it will have to work.

"You can give Wade or I a call if you need anything, I think the numbers are written on the fridge."

"Oh, thanks."

"Oh…and watch out for Burt…" He says as he walks out the door so I can get settled.

"Who is Burt?" I say out loud although no one can hear me. I try to make the place a little neater and put the few things I have away. Then I get online and order some things so that it's ore me…more New York. I am suddenly craving a midnight snack and considering I have only been in this town, let alone this state, for a few hours there is nothing in this house. I start to dial the taxi number on my phone before I remember I am not in New York anymore and it would be a while before they got here. I put on my jacket and shoes and start walking towards town. It doesn't take long to get there and I go to the first (and probably only) little grocery store in town. I pick up some Ho Ho's and other little "bad for you" snacks. Then I get things that I could actually have for meals, but not too much because I don't know how often I'll actually be home. I walk out the door of the store and George is walking across the street. I wave at him and he waves back and all of a sudden, out of nowhere, a car hits him.

So this show is my new obsession! :) I really hope that you guys like this! This chapter is a lot like the show but I'm going to change it, it won't be exactly like the show. So please, please, PLEASE read and review!