Tim Mcgraw Truck Yeah Song の小説・ストーリー

He pulled me closer to him, as we stay there until the water turned cold. ****** "James. No, don't! My ears!" I laughed hard. We decided to go on a road trip. That was when he started to do karaoke with his oldies songs. I quickly pulled down my window to drowned his voice. Making him laughed, and finally stopped singing. We had breakfast in a small dinner by the side of the road. He looked relaxed, he called his assistant this morning, telling her not to disturbed him this whole day. He said that he was mine for this whole day.

With Amelia’s friends off on a mission to help me organise the best first date I can, I go and sit on the front steps of the packhouse to wait for my truck to arrive. Thankfully with all the stuff that’s gone on so far today time is moving quickly, so I don’t have to wait long. I’m waiting for maybe twenty minutes when I can see the red exterior of my GMC Sierra 2500 in the distance. It’s good to have my baby back. I get up just as my truck pulls in with an SUV pulling in behind it. I walk over as Calix gets out of my truck and Aiden gets out of the SUV.

If they end up swerving onto another lane and getting hit by a truck then no one has the right to blame Skye West for anything. “This is like some messed up 1-hour loop Youtube video, I can’t take any more of this.” Skye gives up and complains, his voice grouchy though his eyes are still focused on the road. “Can’t you guys sing something else?” Dallas stops (finally!) and stares at him, an offended look on his face. “But it’s a cute song now!” Skye concludes that Dallas will absolutely not stand for this blatant disrespect of his favorite travelling song as a child.

Mystery Guy POV I was just walking on to campus when I heard a loud truck pull in. I looked across the lot to see a jacked-up 1980’s Dodge Ram 1500 pulling in. “Kids these days. Always got to ruin a good thing.” I mumble to myself. Maddox just snorts back in my head in agreement. Just then I saw that Damon kid get out of the driver seat and walk around the back as the Tyler kid was getting out of the passenger seat.

I tapped the steering wheel a few times, making a mental note that I would have to watch what I say regarding Travis. I feel his eyes on me, but I stay quiet—not too quiet to become suspicious. I know myself well enough to know that I can't stay quiet like a demure maiden, and neither can Brad. So I soon started humming the song "Uptown Funk" by Mark Ronson and Bruno Mars. Long minutes passed until I heard him sigh and shrug, letting whatever the subject was drop. I kept humming a specific part of the song that fit me perfectly. I'm too hot (hot damn)

With a quick turn of the key in the lock, he slid the door open with a rusty screech that made me wince. Inside sat a beat-up old pickup truck, its paint faded to a dull blue gray. The hood was dented, and one of the headlights was cracked, but there was something ruggedly charming about it — like it had stories to tell. “This is yours?” I asked, running my fingers over the fender. “Yeah,” he said, with a flicker of sadness. “Belonged to our old Prez, Mace. He left it to me.” He didn’t elaborate, and I didn’t press. There was a weight in his voice that told me more than words ever could. Mace’s name carried a kind of reverence in the club, and I knew his loss still hung heavy over everyone.

The Iron Charge POV: Calista Rivers Alpha Magnus did not say a word. He just nodded his head in the dark truck bed. He reached out with his hand and hit the metal wall of the cab three times. *Thud. Thud. Thud.* It was the signal. Up front, our driver slammed his foot down on the gas pedal. The engine of the logging truck roared back to life with a loud, angry scream. The gears ground together hard, and the big vehicle lunged forward, throwing all twenty of us back against the wooden floorboards.

In the back seat, Maxime was singing a theme song about himself in a language only he and possibly a tiny alien cult could understand. “Vroom vroom, Maxime is coming, everybody move, don’t get hit by the tires, this is serious.” Gabriella, sitting beside him with her war tote bag on her lap, didn’t even look up from her phone. “We’re in an SUV, not a monster truck.” “I’m a monster truck in my heart.” I glanced at him through the rearview mirror. “You’re four.” “A little monster truck.” “Of course,” I muttered. “My apologies, Your Majesty of the Giant Tires.”

As she considered her appearance, she wondered if anyone would stop with her looking such a fright. She didn’t know how long she waited out there, but finally someone came along in an extremely large truck – an eighteen-wheeler. The driver was hauling a trailer that said, Getter Done Trucking, on the side. The truck was obnoxiously loud as the driver put it in park. She would have stood, but she just didn’t have the strength.

I'm not happy about showing up at the office wearing a tux, but there's nothing I can do about it. We get back in the car and make our way to the office. Shane my head driver is driving us, while Zane and I sit in the back seat with Maverick. We're singing in our seats to MMMBop by Hanson. Maverick had heard me playing it one day in the office and has demanded it ever since. It quickly became his favourite song. Probably because he could pronounce a lot of the words. MMMBop. After I'd heard the song on repeat for the tenth time, I look up wondering why we weren't at the office yet.