Ok so I went ahead and wrote another chapter but I'm kinda disappointed with the number of reviews I'm getting. I know you people are reading my story but are you enjoying it?

Let me know what ideas and scenes you want to see. I'll do my best to incorporate them.

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Natalie's POV:

When we finally pulled up to the truck show I prepared myself for the unending babble of all things truck. Even after all these years listening to Keith talk about spark plugs and exhaust pipes I still hadn't managed to learn more than the basics. And that wasn't saying a whole lot. Sometimes I wondered if Keith was disappointed that I seemed so challenged in this one area. His truck was such a big part of his life and I just couldn't seem to keep all the facts straight in my head. It wasn't for lack of trying though. Let me tell you, I read every book I could find even managed to sneak "Classic Trucks for Dummies" in with my freshman comp homework and still couldn't make heads or tails out of the stuff. But there were enough days like today when I knew that Keith thought my look of utter confusion was cute. Why well..do I ever know what's going on in that boy's head?

I was just happy to be spending the day with him. With our crazy schedules now a days it was a rare occurrence to spend more than a few hours together. I took his hand as he started spouting off facts about the ruby red beauty that we were passing. I nodded affably and looked for my favorite parts of the trucks. I liked to see which ones were the prettiest. Keith's always ragging on me about how being pretty doesn't make the truck but I think it's a fair guide to how well the truck has been up-kept and restored. I keep pointing out that since we'd graduated college that Honeybuns was beginning to look a lot more "pretty."

And she was. Keith had managed to get all but those last few parts necessary for making her look like new. She had a new paint job and all revitalized interior. She looked great.

Eventually, after what seemed like months to the girl who couldn't tell a Ford from a Chevy, we made our way back around to HoneyBuns. It was a little after one but we still hadn't eaten.

"Ok so where do you want to go?"

We were sitting on his truck. Or I guess you could say that I was sitting on the side of the truck bed and he was leaning against the truck. "Well what's close?"

He stood facing the trucks; he still couldn't keep his eyes off them long enough for a conversation. "Well there's always fast food but I think there are some concession stands around here too."

I knew that he wanted to stay as close to the truck show as he could. Laughing I told him, "Go grab us some hotdogs and some drinks and get back here, ok?"

He grinned and quickly turned, kissed me on the cheek then loped off in the direction of the food stands. I sat there not really paying attention to the crowd around me but really more just day dreaming. I had to start planning the wedding soon. It was coming up faster than I really cared to think about. But then it was all I could think about. I couldn't wait till Keith and I were married. Natalie Zetterstrom. I liked it. I couldn't wait.

"Well it looks like you're having a great time," a voice said from the vicinity of my knee. "How'd a pretty little thing like you get roped into comin' to one of these things?"

I stared at the man who had invaded in reverie. He was average looking, light hair, medium build, and a backwards baseball cap. Not a lot of style. Average. "Do I know you?"

"Now I don't think so but if you'll let me I'll remedy that right now. Name's Garret Lampson. And yourself?"

"Nice to meet you." This guy was the one that you always watched for in bars and things. The one that looked normal, like the guy that sat behind you in high school math class, but really he was a womanizer.

He leaned his forearm on my knees. I shifted uncomfortably. "Aw com'n now sugar don't be like that. I'm really a good guy. Give me a chance. What's your name?"

"I think you should go now." Ugh this guy was giving me the creeps. I squirmed trying to free my legs without causing a scene. Where was Keith?

"Now honey why won't you tell me about yourself?" he cracked a toothy grin. "I don't bite. Never been to jail. You wanna list of references?"

"I think the lady wants you to leave her alone."

Keith!

Garret looked confused at the sound of Keith's voice coming from so close to him. Angrily he turned to see Keith standing with his arms crossed in front of him, death glare etched on his face. "Who're you?"

"I'm her fiancé and I'd appreciate it if you moved."

I loved him even more right then. Yes while some girls hated when their boyfriends became jealous, I secretly loved it. I knew Keith would never go overboard like you say on Lifetime movies so I guess you could really call it more possessive than jealous. But either way it gave me an odd sense of security knowing that my boyfriend would fight for me. Even if it was against some loser punk.

"Well me and the little lady was just having a conversation," he slowly eased back from his previous position. I smiled when Keith moved to put his arm around me.

"You ok, Partner?"

I smiled down at him and snuggled into his body as much as I could. "Ya. Garret was simply being a pest. But he was just about to leave."

Keith's gaze returned to the stuttering man at our feet. "Well then. You have a good day then Garret." He leaned up to kiss me as Garret walked away.

"I love you," I whispered in his ear.

"I love you back, babe."

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Ok so what did you think? Next chapter will prob have the reappearance of Jenna the chick from chemo. Any ideas of what should have happened? Let me know!

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