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SYNOPSIS:
I knew my place,
Accepted what was in store for me,
but then I walked into Boondocks,
And everything changed.
Her voice, her face, her passion for life,
It's all contagious .
She makes me want to be better,
A better person.
I don't deserve her,
Could never deserve someone like her.
But, I'm going to fight like crazy for her.
When things go wrong,
Terribly wrong,
I'm all she needs,
All she wants.
But I'm not there,
I'm gone.
Fighting him all over again,
Before I lose my only angel forever.
Accepted what was in store for me,
but then I walked into Boondocks,
And everything changed.
Her voice, her face, her passion for life,
It's all contagious .
She makes me want to be better,
A better person.
I don't deserve her,
Could never deserve someone like her.
But, I'm going to fight like crazy for her.
When things go wrong,
Terribly wrong,
I'm all she needs,
All she wants.
But I'm not there,
I'm gone.
Fighting him all over again,
Before I lose my only angel forever.
EXCERPT:
From the first beat of the song, I begin to sing every dang word to her, and she begins to laugh as I put on the bad boy front that everyone already believes. As verse two starts, I move in closer to her, and when he references the bad toy in the parking lot, I point to where my bike’s parked. She takes a step toward me, and I hope and pray that her dad is not looking because it’s about to get hot in here… quick. Chauna begins to sway her hips in rhythm with me and sing right along with me. As the final chorus plays, she looks over her shoulder and smiles as she turns to whisper into my ear.
“Walker, I wanna bad boy,” she says with a slight laugh. When the song ends, we wait for the next, and as I look toward the tables, I see Logan. It’s obvious he’s pissed, which isn’t what I need because I really wanted to be his friend.
As Jackson’s Wheel takes the stage again, we get a drink, and around eleven when the adults begin to show, we decide to head out to our spot. Once we get there, we don’t waste anytime getting as close to each other as possible.
My hands find her skin, and she begins to laugh. “What’s so funny?” I ask.
“Nothing, bad boy,” she says.
“Oh, you want a bad boy, huh?” I say roughly.
“Damn right, I do.”
“Walker, I wanna bad boy,” she says with a slight laugh. When the song ends, we wait for the next, and as I look toward the tables, I see Logan. It’s obvious he’s pissed, which isn’t what I need because I really wanted to be his friend.
As Jackson’s Wheel takes the stage again, we get a drink, and around eleven when the adults begin to show, we decide to head out to our spot. Once we get there, we don’t waste anytime getting as close to each other as possible.
My hands find her skin, and she begins to laugh. “What’s so funny?” I ask.
“Nothing, bad boy,” she says.
“Oh, you want a bad boy, huh?” I say roughly.
“Damn right, I do.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Casey Peeler grew up in North Carolina and still lives there with her husband and daughter.
Growing up Casey wasn't an avid reader or writer, but after reading Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neal Hurston during her senior year of high school, and multiple Nicholas Sparks' novels, she found a hidden love and appreciation for reading. That love ignited the passion for writing several years later, and her writing style combines real life scenarios with morals and values teenagers need in their daily lives.
When Casey isn't writing, you can find her near a body of water listening to country music with a cold beverage and a great book.
Growing up Casey wasn't an avid reader or writer, but after reading Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neal Hurston during her senior year of high school, and multiple Nicholas Sparks' novels, she found a hidden love and appreciation for reading. That love ignited the passion for writing several years later, and her writing style combines real life scenarios with morals and values teenagers need in their daily lives.
When Casey isn't writing, you can find her near a body of water listening to country music with a cold beverage and a great book.
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