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Callin' Baton Rouge
By Kit

 

Song Callin' Baton Rouge sung by Garth Brooks.

JC walked through the doors of the truck stop he had found his way to, needing a gas up and a small break from the road. Upon looking around the room, he saw that it must also be a regular spot for the local people of Baton Rouge to visit since there weren't just other semi-truck drivers sitting at the tables. He was seated by an old woman named Rose who gave him a friendly smile and asked what he'd like to drink, then ran off when he told her what he wanted. While he waited for Rose to bring him the drink he'd ordered, a little boy, looking about the age of four walked up to him and tugged on his shirt. He looked down and smiled at the boy. "Hey little man," he said as he ruffled the boy's hair, getting a giggle from him. He leaned down some. "What's your name?"

"Kisstoper," the little boy replied, smiling up at JC, who figured he'd meant Christopher.

"Well Christopher, can I call you Chris?" When the little boy nodded, JC smiled. "Where's your Mommy and Daddy Chris?" The boy pointed to the gift shop area. "Shouldn't you be with them?" The little boy shook his head. "And why not?" The boy shrugged and JC chuckled. When Rose came by with his drink, he asked her, "Do you know whose kid this is ma'am?"

Rose looked at the boy, who gave her the same goofy grin he always gave her. "Yep, I know who he belongs to. He's my grandson."

"Well that would explain it," JC smiled.

"Explain what?" She questioned, curious about this young man at her table.

"He's so handsome... He's got a gorgeous grandmother and mother to get his looks from."

Rose blushed and shook her head, giggling. "Young man, you sure know how to make an old woman blush."

"And what lovely woman she is. Let me guess, you're only forty-seven."

Rose giggled again, blushing more. "I'm way older than that youngun."

"You're kidding, you can't possibly be a day over forty-eight at the most."

Rose shook her head. "Oh stop it, you can't mean those things."

"Oh I do ma'am," JC smiled. "Do you think it'd be okay with this little guys parents if he were to join me for breakfast? If he hasn't already eaten that is?" Chris, who had already climbed up in the chair next to JC, looked at Rose with pleading eyes.

"I'm sure his mother wouldn't mind one bit."

"What about his father?" Rose's smile faded from her face and JC got a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that he had said something wrong. "Did I say something wrong?"

"We don't talk much about his father around here. So," she said, her smile returning as she took her order pad from her pocket. "What can I get you two to eat?"

JC looked to Chris. "What do you want big guy?"

"Pantcakes and gits," Chris replied with a big smile.

Rose smiled. "Okay, pancakes and grits for the big boy,'' she parroted as she wrote down the order. ``And for the charmer?" She asked, smiling at JC.

"I'll have the same. Two pancakes and can I get an egg on the side?"

"Sure thing hon, how do you want it?"

"Over-light."

"Alrighty, I'll go put in your order and find his mom to let her know about him eating with you."

"Alright ma'am," JC grinned as he watched Rose walk away. A few minutes later, a woman sat down across from them and JC looked up at her, his breath catching in his throat. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life with her crimson red hair and enchanting emerald eyes.

"So you must be the man who was wonderin' if my son could eat with you," she said with a smile as she looked from her son, who was busy coloring in the book Rose had brought over a few moments ago. She turned her eyes to JC, who looked as if he'd been put under a spell with the goofy look he had on his face.

"Th-That's me ma'am," he smiled, "My name's Joshua Chasez, but you can call me Josh or JC. It's all up to you," he smiled.

"Well Josh, my name is Samantha," she smiled, "and I think it would be just fine if Chris were to have breakfast with you. But I was wondering, would you mind if I joined you two?"

JC smiled, his eyes lighting up. "I don't see any harm that could come of it, so of course," he said as he smiled more.

"I'll go tell my mother my order," she smiled and got up.

"Alright."

After breakfast, Samantha and JC sat at their table, talking as if they were friends catching up on old times even though they had just met today for the first time. This was the best breakfast he'd had in a long time with anyone. Not even his friends back home could make him this happy so early in the morning.

"So, how long are you here for?" Sam asked as she finished off her coffee.

"I'm leaving tomorrow afternoon, but if it's okay with you I'd like to spend a little more time you," JC smiled.

I spent last night in the arms
Of a girl in Louisiana
And though I'm out on the highway
My thoughts are still with her
Such a strange combination of a woman and a child
Such a strange situation stoppin' every hundred miles
Callin' Baton Rouge

A replay of last night's events
Roll through my mind
Except a scene or two
Erased by sweet red wine
And I see a truck stop sign ahead
So I change lanes
I need a cup of coffee
And a couple dollars change
Callin' Baton Rouge

JC walked into the diner located off the highway. He'd looked at the time and since he couldn't get Samantha off of his mind he thought he should give her a call to see how she was. He'd promised her he would and as he dialed through to the operator, he sighed softly, thinking of those eyes of hers.

Operator won't you put me on through
I gotta' send my love down to Baton Rouge
Hurry up won't you put her on the line
I gotta' talk to the girl just one more time

Hello Samantha dear, I hope you're feelin' fine
And it won't be long until I'm with you all the time
But until then I'll spend my money up right down to my last dime
Callin' Baton Rouge

"I miss you JC," Samantha whispered into the phone. Apparently Chris was asleep in the room behind her on the couch and she didn't want to wake him, which he understood. "I wish you were here."

"I wish I was too baby, but I promise, I'll be there in a few weeks," JC smiled, loving to hear her sweet voice. "Then I have a couple months break coming up after my last drive."

"God I can't wait til then."

"I know baby, me either. I just want to hold you in my arms all night long and never let go, even after the night's over."

"I'd love that," she smiled, the thought floating around in her mind. "When can I expect to hear from you again Josh?"

"Sometime soon, I promise you that," he smiled, toying with the phone cord. He glanced at the clock and saw he was running late getting back on the road. "Hey baby, I gotta get going, okay?"

"Okay Josh.. I can't wait to get your next call."

"I can't wait to call," he chuckled. "I love you baby."

"I love you too Josh."

"Bye."

"Bye."

He hung up and ran out the store, getting back in his semi-truck. Even with him back on the road, her voice was still ringing loud and clear in his head.

- - - - -

The call had come through that morning, he didn't have to go on his last drive since the order was cancelled, but he was still going to be paid for the time taken off before his break. As he walked through the doors of another truck stop, he made a beeline straight to the phone.

Operator won't you put me on through
I gotta' send my love down to Baton Rouge
Hurry up won't you put her on the line
I gotta' talk to the girl just one more time

Callin' Baton Rouge
Sweet Baton Rouge, my Baton Rouge

 

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