AN- Thought I would give you guys a treat. I have barely any homework tonight so I hope you enjoy this update.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Suzette's POV

He was meeting my father. My father was meeting the dick thta had kidnapped me into a date where I forgot about going home. Crappers. This was going to be awful. He must have sensed my unease.

"Why the long face?"

"You get the joy of meeting my father."If I wasn't panicking I would have laughed at how quickly he paled, but at this point I'm sure that was what I looked like. 

"Just curious here. What's your father like? Is he overprotective?" I could have laughed. He was the most overprotective person I knew. He raised me well, but sometimes he would hover. I remember the first time I ever went on a date....

FLASHBACK

I was so nervous. My date was late and my father had his gun on his lap and had been cleaning it for the past twenty minutes. My dress was just above the knee because there was no other way to please my lovely father. I get it. Most fathers feel the need to protect their children but seriously? A fifteen year old boy would do me no harm.

"If that boy doesn't show up soon then you are not going to be allowed to date him." I groaned. Why must he? After the words left his mouth, the doorbell rang. I skipped to the front door and opened it to reveal the attractive Jonas. He was tall with dark hair and had the most gorgeous brown eyes that just sucked you in.

"Honey is that the lucky boy?"

"Yes dad. Let's go see him Jonas." Jonas followed me into our living room where my dad sat with all his weapons surrounding him. Wait that sounds like he's some weirdo. Okay so he is but the weapons are because he is a hunter. Jonas paled at the sight and turned to my father.

"Hello sir. My name is Jonas and I was hoping I could take your daughter out with me to the movies."

"I hope you know son that if you try anything with my little girl, I will hunt you down and skin you alive." To top off that little bit of sweetness, my dad smiles!He actually smiles about this!

"Yes sir." Jonas still manages to keep his tone even. I am impressed and so is my father. He waves us off in dismissal.

END OF FLASHBACK

While that may not have been the most traumatizing part of my past, it was up there on the list. The worst one was when mom decided to show Jonas baby pictures. Not cool mom.

Wyatt waves his hand in my face

"Hello? You in there?I asked if you father was overprotective."

"Um that's quite an understatement if you ask me. He might have a few guns with him when you come over. Just so you know." He groans.

"Of course he is overprotective." I smirk. 

"Here's a crash course in how to mkae my dad like you. If he says anything about football say Patriots are your favorite team and talk about how they are doing this season. That will keep him occupied for a while. Another thing my dad loves to do is hunt. Bring up something about that. He also likes music like Toby Keith, Metalica and Eminem so pick one of them. Try to get him laughing. That is when you definitely are liked by him. Also don't be sexist or demeaning in front of him. That would be bad. I think that baout sums up my dad. Once he gets used to you, he should be ok."

"Ok. Well I'm going to mentally prepare for this." I alugh and he turns on the radio with a smile. 

"WAIT!I LOVE THIS SONG!!!" I shout in the car and he turns up the volume.

"No country music was harmed in the making of this song, this is only a test-t-t.")

Well, I wish I had some shoes on my two bare feet
And it's gettin' kinda cold in these painted on cut-off jeans
I hate the way this bikini top chafes
Do I really have to wear it all day? (Yeah, baby)

I hear you over there on your tailgate whistlin' [whistle]
Sayin', "Hey girl." ("Hey, girl.")
But you know I ain't listenin'
'Cause I got a name
And to you it ain't "pretty little thing", "hottie" or "baby"
Yeah it's drivin' me red-red-red-red-red-red-redneck crazy

[Chorus:]
Bein' the girl in a country song
How in the world did it go so wrong?
Like all we're good for
Is looking good for you and your friends on the weekend
Nothing more
We used to get a little respect
Now we're lucky if we even get
To climb up in your truck, keep our mouth shut and ride along
And be the girl in a country song

Well, shakin' my moneymaker ain’t ever made me a dime
And there ain't no sugar for you in this shaker of mine
Tell me one more time, "you gotta get you some of that"
Sure I'll slide on over, but you’re gonna get slapped (Hah!)
These days it ain't easy being that

[Chorus:]
Girl in a country song
How in the world did it go so wrong?
Like all we're good for
Is looking good for you and your friends on the weekend
Nothing more
We used to get a little respect
Now we're lucky if we even get
To climb up in your truck, keep our mouth shut and ride along
And be the girl in a country song (Yeah, yeah, yeah, baby)

Aww no, Conway and George Strait
Never did it this way
Back in the old days
Aww y'all, we ain't a cliché
That ain't no way
To treat a lady...

[Chorus:]
...like a girl in a country song
How in the world did it go so wrong?
Like all we're good for
Is looking good for you and your friends on the weekend
Nothing more
We used to get a little respect
Now we're lucky if we even get
To climb up in your truck, keep our mouth shut and ride along
Down some old dirt road we don't even wanna be on
And be the girl in a country song

("Yeah, baby, I ain't your tan legged Juliet. Can I put on some real clothes now?")

Aww, no

"I love that song! It's great."

"What song was it?" I gasp. 

"That was Girl in a Country Song by Maddie and Tae. How could you not know it?"

"Maybe because I don't drive often enough for me to hear it?" With that he pulls into my driveway. I began to panic. 

"Ok just remember the crash course." He nods and turns off the car. He quickly goes to the other side of the truck and opens the door for me.

"Ok someone decided to be a gentleman. What happened to the dick I met?" I tease him and he siles at my obvious try for relief. We start towards the door. Before going in, Wyatt takes my hand and whispers in my ear,

"Even if your father kills me tonight , I would be happy." Cue the awww.

"So you decided to end this in a cliche way as well?" He grins and rings the door. The door opens to the face of my lovely father...dressed in overalls and a hat without a shirt on underneath. Why must he embarass me so?

"Howdy. I reckon you're Wyatt. Welcome! Honey mkae your friend comfortable. He opens the door for Wyatt and I find a stuffed bear in the living room along with other assorted animals. What the f*** happened to my house? I leave for a couple of hours and this happens? Oh goodness. To make matters worse he has a bulldog in the living room amoung the rifles, knives and bows. Only my father woud pull something like this off. My dad walks in the room and by the look on his face I know this is going to take a while.

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