Title: I Drive Your Truck
Rating: R
Word Count: 3,473
Warnings: SMUT! Louis tops…#justsaying
A/N: Ahh! This is one of my favorites! It’s based off the song I Drive Your Truck by Lee Brice (On the side) at least the beginning is…
Also thank you to @foreverxshining for helping me with the ending!!
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“Come on Hazza!”
“No, Lou, I can’t see the bottom.” I said nervously.
I curled my toes over the edge of the boat and stared warily at the murky water beneath the boat.
“Don’t worry, we’ll jump in together.” Louis laced his fingers with mine and gave my hand a gentle tug.
I sighed in defeat as Louis counted down from three. On one we both jumped off the boat and into the cold water. I squeezed Louis’s hand and kicked my legs until my head reached the surface. When it did, I took a deep breath and glared at Louis who was laughing.
“See, it wasn’t that bad was it?”
“Shut up.” I scoffed.
He swam closer to me and rested a hand on the back of my neck, grinning. I grinned back and closed the space between us. His lips met mine in a shower of sparks, setting off the butterflies in my stomach. Some people thought that what we had wasn’t going to last, that it was just going to be a summer romance, but we both knew that we were going to grow old together. It may have sounded cheesy, but we didn’t care.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” I whispered against his lips.
I sat up abruptly, throwing back my sheets. I turned my head to seek comfort from my boyfriend Louis, but he wasn’t there. My eyes welled up with tears when I remembered the reason he wasn’t there. I ran a hand through my curls and stood up slowly, slipping on some pajama bottoms and a t-shirt.
My apartment building was quiet, because it was so late at night, so I tried to keep quiet as I walked down the hall to the elevator, then out of the lobby to the parking lot. I walked briskly to Louis’s old parking spot and a small smile came to my lips when I saw it. I climbed into the old grey truck and glanced at the clock, it was nearing 2 AM.
My eyes wandered to the ash tray in the middle console filled with spare change. I knew the exact amount he had left in there. It was a grand total of eighty-nine cents. I couldn’t bear to change Louis’s truck in any way, it was the only thing that I had left of him. I even left the half empty Gatorade bottle rolling around on the floorboard.
