AN~ Thank so much for all those who read so far. i will try to update as soon as i can. i am very busy tho so idk when that will happen. there is some language in here so forgive me and dont take any offense to anything. thanks sooo much for my first reviewer...EVER! you know this being my first story and all... I put some songs in and i hope you like them. there is one i didnt put the lyrics with it put if you really want them oyu can look online or on youtube or something. anyways just want to give a shout out to AdriaDeann and nlovewitavampireteddybear for being my first 2 reviewers. thank you sooooo much! plase continue R&Ring! helps A LOT! Oh and i am looking for a Beta so if anyone wants to help me with that little problem...(: on with the story now:))
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BPOV
I was running late to my party, to my own freakin' party! Damn it, Miranda is going to kill me! I jumped into my old, red, beat up Chevy truck and sped down the road. I was in my Marie Dwyer costume in case some paparazzi showed up to my party. My costume consisted of a blond, curly wig that reaches to my mid back, and blue eyed contacts. I was wearing my favorite boots, brown Tony Lamas, a pair of daisy dukes, and a white tank top complete with my favorite straw hat that Blake got me for Christmas last year.
I was almost to the club where they were hosting my going away party. I finished my last concert 2 nights ago and am leaving to go to Forks tomorrow. I finally found a parking spot and hopped out of my truck. I sprinted to the doors and took a deep breathe.
I have no idea what is behind these doors, but when you have Miranda, Taylor, Carrie, Reba, Martina, Jennifer Nettles, and Hillary Scott plan a party, well you never know what will happen. I opened the door and was tackled by my whole family. And I mean the whole family.
"Ya'll…Can't….Breath!" I managed to get out while my whole body was being crushed by the giant bear hug. There were some mumbled "sorry" s and a lot of "suck it up and get over it"s. I just laughed and hugged everyone back with just the same amount of force.
"Bells!" a very familiar voice yelled.
"Blake!" I shouted back. I ran over to him and Miranda and give them each a hug.
"Please don't go! I don't know how I will go on! Who is going to help me keep Blake in line?" Miranda bawled. My eyes started to water and soon we were holding onto each other crying our eyes out together, while Blake was trying to get us to stop crying.
"You know that I have to go. I have to go see my dad and Emmett is waiting for me. He also told me that Jasper, you remember Jasper, and well he said that he was in Forks! Can you believe it! Plus, don't worry I will call you everyday." I reassured her.
"You better call me twice a day." She retorted and hugged me again.
"You know I will."
"Good."
"Excuse me ladies, but I do think ya'll have a party to be enjoying," Blake reminded us and put his arms over both our shoulders and led us back to my guests.
After a couple of hours of dancing and chatting with my friends they decide to start the singing and roasting type thing, more like they tell embarrassing stories about me and tell me how I will be missed.
Some were funny and I laughed my ass off, but most just made me blush redder than a tomato. Some even came up and sang songs for me.
"Well, Bella, you know that no matter what happens to you, we will always love you and you can always come home," Gary LeVox from Rascal Flatts told me. I love the whole band, but Gary was one of my favorites.
"So, just so you know that, we wrote you a song." He kept telling me and I was 0n the verge of tears. They wrote a song, for me? " ready, 1, 2, 3, 4…" he counted out to the band for them to start playing.
"It's like a storm
That cuts a path
It's breaks your will
It feels like that
You think your lost
But your not lost on your own
Your not alone
I will stand by you
I will help you through
When you've done all you can do
If you can't cope
I will dry your eyes
I will fight your fight
I will hold you tight
And I wont let go
It hurts my heart
To see you cry
I know it's dark
This part of life
Oh it finds us all
And we're too small
To stop the rain
Oh but when it rains
I will stand by you
I will help you through
When you've done all you can do
And you can't cope
I will dry your eyes
I will fight your fight
I will hold you tight
And I wont let you fall
Don't be afraid to fall
I'm right here to catch you
I wont let you down
It wont get you down
Your gonna make it
Yea I know you can make it
Cause I will stand by you
I will help you through
When you've done all you can do
And you can't cope
And I will dry your eyes
I will fight your fight
I will hold you tight
And I wont let go
Oh I'm gonna hold you
And I wont let go
Wont let you go
No I wont"
By the end of the song I was sobbing. I don't want to leave now! I ran on to the stage and gave them each a hug telling them I love them and that I'm goin' to miss them.
Next Miranda came on stage with her own song to sing. "Bells, make sure what ever goes on when you move that you always remember where you came from and all the people that love you. Then she proceeded to sing The House That Built Me.
"I know they say you can't go home again
I just had to come back one last time
Ma'am I know you don't know me from Adam
But these handprints on the front steps are mine
Up those stairs in that little back bedroom
Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar
I bet you didn't know under that live oak
My favorite dog is buried in the yard
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it's like I'm someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I'll leave
Won't take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me
Mama cut out pictures of houses for years
From Better Homes and Gardens magazine
Plans were drawn and concrete poured
Nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama's dream
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it's like I'm someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I'll leave
Won't take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me
You leave home and you move on and you do the best you can
I got lost in this old world and forgot who I am
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it's like I'm someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could walk around I swear I'll leave
Won't take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me"
Again I was tearing up and went to hug Miranda.
"Don't worry, I could never forget where I came from." I reassured her with a smile. She just gave me one more squeeze and got off stage just as Blake was walking up.
"Ok, enough with the sad songs. This is for when someone jackass tries to tell you off. And remember that if anyone gives you trouble, just call one of us and we will be down there to kick some ass." I just laughed and nodded my head. He gave me the most serious look I have ever seen him have. Ever.
"Ok don't worry I will. But you know that I can handle myself." I told him and gave him a hug. Wow I have been hugging a lot tonight. I'm not normally a hugger.
"I know, but still, call. Back to the point though. If someone is giving you shit for who you are then tell them this." He then started a very familiar song and everyone cheered and screamed and started to sing along.
"Tearin' down a dirt road
Rebel flag flyin'
Coon dog in the back
Truck bed loaded down with beer
And a cold one in my lap
Earnhart sticker behind my head
And my woman by my side
Tail-pipe's poppin'
the radio's rockin' "Country Boy Can Survive"
If you got a problem with that, ha ha!
You can kiss my country ass
Well, I love Turkey calls, overalls, Wrangler jeans
Smoke nothin' but Marlboro reds
Tattoos up & down my arms,
And deer heads over my bed.
My Granddaddy fought in World War Two,
My Daddy went to Vietnam.
And I ain't scared to grab my gun,
And fight for my homeland.
If you don't love the American flag,
You can kiss my country ass.
If you're a down home, backwoods redneck,
Hey come on, stand up and raise your glass.
But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd,
You can kiss my country ass. Aw yeah!
[Instrumental break]
Aw yeah...
Well, there's a whole lotta high-class people out there
That's lookin' down on me
Cause the country club where I belong
Is the Honky Tonk till three in the mornin'
Don't wear no fancy clothes
No ties or three piece suits.
You can find me in my camouflage cap
My t-shirt and cowboy boots
If that don't fit your social class
You can kiss my country ass
If you're a down home, backwoods redneck
Hey, come on, stand up and raise your glass
But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd
You can kiss my country ass
Well I'm a front-porch sittin',
Guitar pickin', moonshine sippin',
Backer juice spittin' country boy from the woods
And I love fried chicken & blue gill fishin'
And outlaw women, an' I wouldn't change if I could. NO!
I ain't tryin' to start no fight, but I'll finish one every time
So you just mind your own damn business
Stay the hell outta mine.
If you got a problem with that
You can kiss my country ass
I said if you got a problem with any of that
You can kiss my natural born, Redneck to the bone
Ever-lovin' country ass."
It pretty much went this way for the rest of the night. People coming up and singing a song telling me to remember something and that they love me. I would end up crying and looking like a fool.
The most sentimental of all though was when Tim McGraw came up and sand My Little Girl for me. I just clung to him and bawled. He has always been like a second farther to me and I was like a daughter to him.
After the final song my family sang for me and I was almost done crying, I was able to go on stage.
"You know by the way ya'll are acting, you would think that I was leaving and never coming back! I will come and visit. You didn't think you would get rid of me so easily, now did you?" I questioned them, "plus I will come back for concerts and ya'll can come and visit anytime. Hell you could set a concert in Seattle or something and I will come. So don't worry I'm not dying, I'm just moving." I reassured them.
"You better come back!" half of them threatened. The other half were yelling for me to sing one of my songs.
"Ok." I told them and leaned back to whisper into my guitar player, James, ear. "Lets do Wildflower." He nodded and start played and gripped the mic and started to sing the song that started everything for me and got me here.
"Mmm, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I was born off an old dirt road 40 acre farm
No highway, no interstate
And i drive an old rusted out Chevrolet
The boys all rubberneck while their out makin' hay
Hey, i'm a wildflower, growin in the sunshine
Soakin up the way of life i was raised in
Runnin barefoot, bloomin in a summer shower
Ponytail dancin', I can't help it, im a wildflower
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah
There's a little cotton dress hangin in my sisters clothest
I think I'm gonna borrow it and wear it this weekend
Painted my toes, bought some cherry lipgloss
No rose, no daisy, touch what I got
Yeah
Hey, i'm a wildflower, growin in the sunshine
Soakin up the way of life i was raised in
Runnin barefoot, bloomin in a summer shower
Ponytail dancin', I can't help it, im a wildflower
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah
I'm just a girl
Needs a little sun, a little rain
An open field to play
Hey, i'm a wildflower, growin in the sunshine
Soakin up the way of life i was raised in
Runnin barefoot, bloomin in a summer shower
Ponytail dancin', I can't help it, im a wildflower
Hey, i'm a wildflower, growin in the sunshine
Soakin up the way of life I was raised in
Runnin barefoot, bloomin in a summer shower
Ponytail dancin', I can't help it, im a wildflower
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah
Im a wildflower"
Everyone cheered and screamed when I finished.
"Thanks ya'll. I have to go now, early flight in the mornin'. I love all of you and will come back as soon as I can." I promised them. Then, I hopped off stage and went around giving everyone hugs and telling them good-bye.
I got back in my Chevy and drove home for the last time, well, the last time for a while.
I am leaving in the morning and I hate having to leave. I got ready for bed after making sure everything was packed. I crawled into my empty bed and cried myself to sleep that night and they only thing that was making me still want to go was that I would get to see Dad, Emmett, and Jasper, soon. Oh, I need to think of a way to surprise Jazz and Em. Nethier of them know that I am coming tomorrow, only Dad does. Oh well, I guess that will give me something to think about on the plane.
AN~ So what you think? enough love? what can i do better on and what do yall want to hear in the story. helps a lot to know what yall want. oh yea and any ideas on how to surprise them? please give me some ideas on how to make the story better. OH and BTW the songs were:
Won't Let Go- Rascal Flatts
House That Bulit Me- Miranda Lambert
Kiss My Country Ass- Blake Shelton
My Little Girl- Tim McGraw
Wildflower- Janedear Girls
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