This story, as you can tell by the title, was inspired by a Toby Keith song. My editor and good friend sweeteuphoria is also doing a story of the same title, but with completely different characters and plots. We both agreed to write our stories and see how different our ideas were. Be sure to read hers when it posts, I'm sure it'll be a great read. You can find sweeteuphoria through my favorites. This is in no way a competition between the two of us. We both just happened to have the same idea and we both wrote our own separate stories.
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My name is Sally Thorne and I want to tell you the story of how I met my husband. Now I usually don't offer this type of information willingly to complete strangers, but for some reason, I just can't stop myself.
My husband Eddie and I have known each other since high school, but we didn't actually get together until well after we graduated. You see, Eddie in those days was what everyone considered a nerd. He was tall and skinny with thick coke bottle glasses covering the deepest blue eyes I'd ever seen. He had short blonde hair that always looked uncombed and wore starched white shirts and neatly pressed pants. Yes, he even had the pocket protector -- he was a typical nerd.
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"HEY! I was not a nerd!" Eddie said to me as he read what I was writing over my shoulder.
"Yes, you were, and stop reading over my shoulder!"
"You love it when I read over your shoulder." He leaned down, pushed my hair aside and nibbled on my neck.
"Stop that," I told him, shivering under his touch. "I'm trying to write here."
"You love it when I read over your shoulder," he repeated.
"I don't. It bugs me. Now go away and let me tell our story."
"Don't forget to tell the part about -- "
"I won't forget anything, now get away and leave me to it!"
"Fine, but I wasn't a nerd."
"I don't get a kiss before you go?"
"I don't think you deserve one for calling me a nerd."
"God, what a baby." Oh well, he's my baby and I love him.
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Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah. He was a classic nerd, no matter what he says. I, on the other hand, was quite the opposite. I was captain of the cheerleading squad, homecoming queen for junior and senior year and salutatorian for the class of 2001.
The story starts back in 2000 when Eddie and his cousin started a band out of their garage. I'd heard about it through some friends and Eddie would nag me incessantly to come hear him sing. I would usually just laugh in his face then flip my long blonde hair and walk away, leaving him standing there, awaiting an answer. I guess he didn't get the hint that the hair flip
was
my answer.
At the last party of our senior year, my friend Troy had asked Eddie, his cousin and their band to play at the party. I wasn't aware of this until I arrived at the party myself and saw them up on stage. I was dating a college guy at the time and he didn't come with me that night, telling me he couldn't be bothered with high school parties. Unfortunately, he was always like that and I had to find myself a date for school functions or just go alone.
It was never a problem for me to find a date; most of the guys at John Glenn High School followed me around like lost puppies. I loved the attention but most of the time I didn't give any of them the time of day.
I had heard from a few friends that Eddie had a crush on me, which didn't surprise me, because like I said; most of the guys at John Glenn high school did. Eddie was different than most of the guys though. He wasn't really the type of guy I was interested in, but there was always something in his eyes when he looked at me. I found it difficult to keep eye contact with him and if I did hold his gaze for too long, I always felt a heated blush rise in my cheeks, not to mention my heart would feel like it skipped a beat.
All right, I'm straying from the story a bit. We were at my friend Troy's party, right? Yeah, okay. Eddie and his cousin were playing at the party. They called themselves Thorne and I really wasn't sure if their style was country or rock music. It sounded like a bit of both. I was surprised to find that I actually thought they were pretty good. I didn't admit that to Eddie, I didn't want him to think I liked him or something.
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"But you did like me," he said, reading over my shoulder again.
"Do you want to tell the story?" I asked, slight annoyance in my voice.
"No, you're doing a great job so far, please continue."
"I can't work with you hanging over my shoulder like that, Eddie. Don't you have something else you could be doing?"
"Yeah, but you're writing our life story right now," he said with a grin.
"We really need to get a home office," I mumbled.
"What?"
"Oh nothing. Why don't you go fix dinner and I'll be out in a bit."
Eddie leaned in and kissed me again, lingering longer than he should have, breaking my concentration again.
"Damn it, Eddie!" I squealed as he tweaked a nipple before leaving me to my writing.
I am definitely looking into having a home office built first chance I get. So anyway, back to my story, again.
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Now, Eddie and the band had taken a break and he managed to find his way to the table by the pool where I was sitting with some friends. They saw him coming and teased me about him liking me again. I just shrugged them off and pretended not to see him approach.