Country Roads Lyrics Novels & Stories

The endless blaring of car horns from rush hour rang in my ears. My father, Michael Stern, was already unconscious, laying in the lap of my mother, Edith Christian. We were stuck at an intersection. Outside the car window, my husband's colleague, Francis Light, in a police uniform, was looking at me icily. He said, "Everyone is stuck here. If I were to clear a path just for you, others would call it a misuse of power. Daphne, are you just trying to get me in trouble?"

Garrett: Yes, please babe do that. I’ll miss you while you’re gone, and I’ll think about you every day until I see you again. Have a safe journey, Jen. Jen: Thanks Garrett, I’ll think about you too. XX Putting my phone away we are not far away from the airport when a Country song comes on the radio. The song is called ‘Road Less Traveled’ by Lauren Alaina. I sit here and listen to the song and the words seem to feel like they are calling to me when I am in this strange situation.

The sky is soft, and the clouds are clear, blue and gray. The road leads through an open field and little towns that seem to exist purely out of stubborn people refusing to leave. Jackson drives, relaxed, quiet, focused, refusing to allow good music to stream out of the radio, choosing instead old country ones from a rock station that crackles every few moments.

Rocco radiated calm, his presence soothing- my muscles untensed and I slumped back as well, breathing deeply. His fingers danced across my cheek, lightly brushing a wisp of hair behind my ear. The wind snapped it back up and he smiled. “Let's go.” Down a dirt road, over abandoned train tracks, past rotting ghosts of houses- so many twists and turns through this country backwater I felt the modern age was just a dream. The road ended, consumed by fallen leaves, and he followed winding tire treads worn into the damp earth. Rocco lowered the window, whistling a guitar solo.

“Hey, uh, do you mind if I find a station that plays Twenty One Pilots, or Imagine Dragons, or Ed Sheeran?” I even reached for the controls, but Ezra caught my hand and winked at me. “Nuh-uh. Driver picks the music.” I scowled and returned my hand to my lap, deciding I was totally driving the next time we went anywhere, while Ezra spent the next ten minutes trying to educate me on why country music should be appreciated more. My pop-loving heart rejected every claim he made, even though I had to admit his enthusiasm for something he liked was pretty cute. Besides, Sam Hunt came on not long after that, playing “Body like a Back Road,” which also played frequently on my favorite station, so my

exploded through the car speakers, and in that exact instant, the suffocating heat seemed to vanish under a wave of pure summer adrenaline. 'Country roads, take me home... to the place I belong...' By the second chorus, all four of us were screaming the lyrics at the top of our lungs, our shoulders swaying in unison as the car ate up the miles. Seven hours of asphalt, rest stops, and terrible singing finally culminated in a sharp change in the air. The heavy scent of saltwater filtered through the vents. "We made it, hon," Ares said, his hand reaching across the center console to squeeze mine.

"Let's break up for now so we can know if we love each other. The letter k! Sing it!” Now it's Alder, who just scratches his head and then sings. “No, no, I don't, I don't love you anymore. The letter n!” “Hold my hand tightly, hold my hand for a long time, promise me one sentence that we will always go to the end of the road. The letter d.” “The long road is not afraid to step foot. The letter c"

The drive to Angels was relatively peaceful, no traffic around for miles, just wide empty roads as I blast the song Battlefield by Jordan Sparks over my car's speakers. “I never meant to start a war. You know I never want to hurt you. Don’t even know what we’re fighting for” I sing not caring who heard me as I really liked the song and felt like it resonated with me especially with how things turned out back home. Drumming my fingers I continue to sing to the music as I slowly make my way towards Angels, eventually pulling up towards a huge building. Once there I quickly move to park my car before turning off the engine and heading inside.

Then he moaned, "Oh yeah...road head...fuckin' love this...just...just like that first time at the movie...or driving to Paige's...or...fuck, that time in my parent's drive...ohhhh...you fucked me over the car...oh god, yessssss!" I kept working his cock, but he kept talking, "Oh...Rob...Rob...keep that up...yeah...yeah...this's our thing!" He laughed a little, "On the road, along the road, road sex is kind of our thing." Then he started singing, "On the road again...just can't wait to get on the road again...again...and again!"

“Marcus, one more word, and I’ll be compelled to staple your mouth together. Would you like that?” He shook his head vigorously in the negative, and I nodded. “Good. Now take me home.” The car was eased into the first gear and was slowly eased away from the front of the headquarters onto the highway. I noticed something strange as the car sped across the highway. The road was entirely bare and rid of all cars and people. Strange, don’t you think? But the dickheads in front barely noticed. They sang along at the top of their voices, to the James Freeman RnB that blasted from the car radio, oblivious to the danger that lurked in the shadows. But I sensed it.