Caught Up In A Moment [Kaylor]

Chapter Seventeen - Nothin' Good Starts In A Getaway Car

NOTE: 

I made a mistake in the last chapter lol, I wrote they were going to Tennessee which is like simply not true. I meant Pennsylvania! I don't know how I got those two mixed up bc I've been to PA a few times and I've been to TN a lot and it's not like they're anywhere near each other. I guess I just had TN on my mind! Anyway, it's been fixed. Also, the chapter title for this lowkey doesn't match the mood for this chapter but trust me that's on purpose don't you worry.

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"Okay, do you have everything you need? Blankets? Pillows? Painkillers? Clothes? Laptop? Notebooks? Pencils?"

Karlie laughed and rolled her eyes, settling herself into the seat. "Yes, Taylor. It's only a weekend, relax!"

Taylor pouted and shut the trunk, shaking the car as she did. "You waited until literally an hour before I told you I was picking up the car to pack."

"And yet... I packed," Karlie teased. She patted the driver's seat earnestly as Taylor climbed in, the wind having whipped her hair all over, messing it up despite Taylor's frantic and meticulous attempt to get it perfect before departing. "Hurry up, you're letting the cold in."

Taylor stuck the key in the ignition and turned over the engine. The car rumbled to life, and while the familiar sensation was somewhat nostalgic, Karlie acknowledged to herself that it would never be as utterly satisfying and freeing as feeling the purr of a bike between her legs. She could, however, agree on the fact that it was nice to have an enclosed vehicle to sit in in the November cold. She watched as Taylor mumbled something under her breath, vacantly adjusting the mirrors even though she had already driven the car, and clicked her seatbelt into place.

Once she'd sorted out whatever it was she was sorting out, Taylor pulled out of the parking spot and clicked the play button on the car's dashboard. A country song played, having been paused in the middle. Karlie looked to the screen to see what the song was, and she recognized Tim McGraw's name, a song called Ghost Town Train. She let out a small chuckle and leaned against the window, tapping her fingers to the beat. It was somewhat catchy, and while Karlie didn't often listen to country, she had to admit that the song had a decent hook to it.

Taylor sang along to the song in earnest, though her attention rarely strayed from the road. That was fine by Karlie; she had increasingly grown more and more nervous as time went on, and by the time they hit the open, unrestricted roads, she felt as though a bowling ball had somehow nestled its way into her stomach. There was no reason to feel nervous and she knew it, she was just having dinner with Taylor's family and spending the weekend at the farm that Taylor had talked about in passing.

Whenever Karlie remembered that Taylor literally lived on a farm, she couldn't help but find it amusing. Sure, sometimes Taylor did dress a certain way or speak a certain way, but all in all, Taylor didn't seem like much of a country girl. She fit in surprisingly well in the city, though Karlie had spotted a pair of western boots tucked underneath Taylor's bed a few times. She couldn't remember Taylor ever wearing them, though. But apart from that and the way that Taylor's songwriting had a strong country influence to it, Karlie really wouldn't have ever guessed Taylor grew up on a farm in Pennsylvania. And while it wasn't exactly a typical farm—no crops or livestock—Karlie couldn't help but wonder if they had horses. She liked horses, they were like motorcycles but if motorcycles were animals.

Too bad she couldn't ride one if there were horses. The last time she was on a horse was when she was around eleven or twelve, but she remembered how liberating it felt having such strength underneath her, seeing the world between a horse's ears. It was amazing. Karlie figured that if there were horses, she would just have to befriend one without ever getting to ride it. That would suffice. Karlie looked out the window and imagined a dark horse galloping next to the car, going much much faster than any horse should realistically be able to go. But the thought made her smile anyway.