That Ain T My Truck Lyrics Novels & Stories

not Simon this time, not anything I had a name for, a shape too tall and too thin to be a person, its head tilted at an angle that made my stomach drop straight through the floor of the truck, mouth stretched wide in something that wasn't quite a smile. "DRIVE," I screamed, and Martha didn't wait to be told twice, the truck lurching forward so hard my head snapped back against the seat, tires spitting gravel, and behind us that laugh rose up into something else entirely, something with teeth in it, chasing the taillights into the dark.

My life had only just begun. —The End

“GO!” I suddenly feel sober. Can I outrun a Husky? I fall again as I turn to run, then scramble up and bolt for the road. “Ainsley, come on! Let’s go!” I call back and high tail it for the truck. “That was crazy. You good to drive, Ains?” I get to my truck and turn around. Oh shit. Where’s Ainsley? Ainsley’s POV

Just then, laughter erupts once more, turning up the volume of the music that fills the truck, turning our voices into a jubilant chorus that becomes a powerful anthem of youth, friendship, and aspiration. In this moment, gratitude envelops me like a loving embrace. I reflect on my dad’s unwavering support, the unbreakable bond of friendship we share, and the thrilling adventures that await us just around the corner. This marks the beginning of a pivotal journey—one filled with promise—and together, I know we will face whatever challenges lie ahead, embracing each experience with fervor, style, and the mischievous spirit that is so uniquely ours.

I said, rambling on about whatever came to mind. I don't care if anyone listens to me; all I want is to let it all out, hoping that the air will carry all of my sadness away. I wiped my tears and looked at him when they had stopped. I stood up and glared at him, filled with unknown emotions. I am extremely overwhelmed right now. "Life isn't fair, sweet," his thick voice rang in my ear. "It's not always rainbows and ponies." But the denial of my heart; they are my parents, and they would never lie to me.

at the top of our lungs, laughing our butts off. "Yeah, go best friend, fuck 'em like a ho best friend," we sang. After that, we moved on to the next song, chosen by Mac. "Dear God" by Kevin Gates played, and one line hit me hard. "Silly me, for trusting when I went the wrong way, love." "I used to talk to you all night until the phone hung up." "But I ignored those signs." "I was blind, full time." "I put it all on the hustle, now I'm out of my mind."

I echoed finally finding my voice. I quickly reached over to grasp some Kleenex from a desk nearby and started trying to pat dry his shirt. Then bent and began to pat dry his pants. "This is entirely my fault, I was hurrying and not watching where I was going and.... and... and I'm sure the stain will come out. But if not, I know a wonderful dry cleaner they can get anything out even blood. I know that for a fact... I mean, not that I've done anything bad, just that I trip a lot, and the women who runs it is such a sweetheart and always so helpful so if you'd like me to, I can take this down there in a- "

Whitney I've been anxious since I heard his truck pull in the driveway. It's not overly loud, but loud enough. I'm pretty sure he doesn't have one of those annoying mufflers like Trevor put on his. Like all of the things they share in life, they both have a love for big trucks. Both blacked out with chrome, but Ryan's is lifted a little higher to accommodate his height. Trevor makes jokes about how Ryan has little man syndrome, but I know better. A flash of heat runs through my body as I think about his size. God, I miss the feeling he gave me as he thrust into me that night, the welcome weight of him laying on top of me, the way our eyes locked when he made me come. Damn, it's hot in here n

I didn't ask for a free ride I only asked you to show me a real good time I never asked for the rainfall At least I showed up, you showed me nothing at all It's coming down on me Water like misery It's coming down on me I'm ready, rain on me I'd rather be dry, but at least I'm alive Rain on me, rain, rain Rain on me, rain, rain I'd rather be dry, but at least I'm alive Rain on me, rain, rain Rain on me Rain on me

I could tell he was driving by the sounds that came through his end. I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Sorry Nate but I'm inside of the truck more specifically at the back with the cocaine infested motorcycles and there aren't no damn windows!" I hissed sarcastically. As soon as I said those words the truck starts going down a hill. We were close to the docks. Some of the weapons Ace and Ryn had packed in the back with me came sliding down. Straight in between my legs since I had it opened. "Oh fuck." I grunt. I was sure that if I had balls right now it would've been ten times more painful.