It’s Ford, by the way. Send me your location.
A text comes in with a pin of where she’s located. She isn’t far, just a few miles away.
Once I pull up, there’s a tow truck already there hooking her car up and she’s standing on the side of the road looking like a fucking wet dream in a blue sundress. Her hair is half clipped back and she has an unreadable expression on her face. She’s smiling, but it looks forced. It’s hard to tell if she’s relieved or annoyed.
“Thank you… but I’ve got Uber on my phone for a reason.” She gives me a look as I walk up to her.Yeah, she’s definitely annoyed.
“Hey, your brother asked. I’m not one to say no to favors for friends.” I take her bags from her hands and lead her to the truck and open the passenger door. She hops in and fuck, if she doesn’t look sexy as hell sitting in my truck. I place her bags in the backseat and get in the truck. Abby makes herself right at home, flipping down the visor to take a look at her heat flushed cheeks. Although she doesn’t need a mirror, I’d be happy to tell her how gorgeous she looks. She slips her feet out of her shoes and I see the purple nail polish on her toes as she places them on the floorboards.
“So, what happened?” I settle myself into my seat as I’m pulling back into the road.
She groans as she closes the visor. “Not sure, some lights came on the dashboard and then she was sputtering. I pulled over and she just never started again.” Calling her car a ‘she’ has got to be the cutest thing I’ve heard all day. “Can we put some music on?” She reaches to tap the screen but my phone is already connected with Morgan Wallen still playing from earlier. “I like this one,” she says when she sees his name and turns the volume up and rolls down the window. She pops a few Skittles in her mouth that she pulled from her purse as she sways to the music.
Abby takes the clip out of her hair so it’s blowing with the wind and that simple move puts a smile on my face. There she is sitting in my passenger seat and it feels like that spot has been empty all this time just waiting for her.
“Spin You Around” hums through my speakers and I watch her mouth the words. My fingers instinctively tap on the steering wheel to the beat and she glances in my direction. For the briefest moment, our eyes lock as I’m sitting at a red light and she gives me a little smile right before we both can’t help ourselves and start singing along to the words of the song. We’re definitely off key, but fuck I’d sing like an idiot every day if it meant I got to spend time with her.
It’s going to be hard to stay away from this girl.
Summer
TGIF!! See you in a few hours!!
Summer is coming to Tampa this weekend and I’m so excited to see her. I haven’t told her anything about Ford yet, but that’ll change when she gets here. It would be weird keeping it from her, plus it was literally the best sexual experience of my life. I feel like you’re supposed to tell your best friend about that, right?
Speaking of Ford, when he picked me up literally on the side of the road the other day, it was like every fantasy coming to life. A hot man saving a damsel in distress? Okay, so maybe I wasn’t exactly in distress but I was definitely annoyed at the car situation and the thought of spending more money to get it fixed is frustrating. When Ford hopped out of his truck, I had to swallow the lump in my throat that immediately formed. He had on shorts and a navy blue t-shirt with a backwards baseball cap. He looked amused at my situation, but also was a complete gentleman as he took my bags and helped me in the truck without me even asking, he just did it. Stuff like this should not take me by surprise, but I’m just not used to it.
I’m on my lunch break at school and have the urge to talk to him again. We haven’t spoken since he dropped me off that day and even though I did thank him then, would it be so bad to send a follow up thank you text?
Thanks again for the ride. I’ll be out approximately $700 later today when I pick her up, but RiRi is worth it.
My phone vibrates with a text back almost immediately.
Ford
Is that her official name? RiRi?
Rihanna, but RiRi for short.
Ford
Big Betty.
I let out a confused laugh while reading his text.
Ford
That’s my truck's name.
Very fitting. I love it. She is a big girl. Not sure how you can safely park that thing. I’d never manage.
It’s true, I had to hop up in his truck and then carefully let myself down when I was getting out since it sits a little higher off the ground than normal. I’d be terrified to drive it.
Ford
I’m used to managing big things and fitting them in tight spots.
I don’t miss the innuendo in his text and take the opportunity to flirt back a little bit.
