Holiday

Chapter Thirty-Three: Cookies

Emily

"So? What do you think?" Ryan turned to me after he played the last few lines to my new song that we were writing.

I perched my lips, thinking hard.

"I kinda like it. But there's something about it that I just don't feel like it's right," I told him. He nodded, tapping the guitar that he was holding. "I think I get what you mean, it does kind of feel awkward, doesn't it," I hummed in response.

"Wanna try and sing it again?" he suggested. I nodded then he proceeded to play the guitar again. 

"We belong, together. We belong, together, and you know it. Wine stained teeth and bloodshot eyes, don't know what we are but it's alright," I instantly stopped and shook my head. "That! That last line doesn't sound right. I feel like it doesn't fit the whole mood of the song," He looked at me. "What do you have in mind?" 

Pressing my lips together, I stood up from my seat and walked around the room for a while. Humming the melody, I tried to figure out what I wanted for the lyrics. 

"Hmmm, and bloodshot eyes... think we're both fucked up and it's alright, yeah yeah," I sang out. Turning back to Ryan, I grinned. "I think that's it," He smiled and played the melody so I can sing the whole chorus to make sure. 

"We belong, together. We belong, together, and you know it. Wine stained teeth and bloodshot eyes think we're both fucked up but it's alright, yeah yeah, we belong, together, ohh ohh oh," I finished. "I think we're done," Ryan said to me, raising a hand for me to high five. e stood up and hugged me tightly. "Good job, princess," he whispered to me. 

"Thank you for everything, Dmitri," I replied. Pulling away, he smiled down at me. "Anything for you," I blushed and looked down to hide it. Returning my gaze to him to give him a thankful smile, I turned around to leave the room thinking he was right behind me. 

"Emily?" He called out. Stopping by the door, I looked back at him confusingly. "Yes?" 

He stood there nervously while he fidgeted with his fingers. "I uh, wanted you to hear something," he told me. Furrowing my eyebrows, I approached the chair that he gestured for me to seat in. Sitting down, I saw him grab the guitar once more and faced me. "I wrote this song when we were apart, and I wanted you to listen to it, so here it goes," he said to me. 

Did he write a song about me? 

He started to strum a beautiful melody as I watched him sing to me. He was mesmerizing. I listened to the lyrics intently while staring at him lovingly. 

"I want to hold on to you, Just like these memories I can't undo. I want to hold on to you. Without you here that's kinda hard to do. I wanna hold, I wanna hold on to you," He sang looking straight into my glossy eyes. He continued to sing his amazingly written song and once he finished, I was in tears. 

I can't believe he wrote this. It is so beautiful. After how many months of me contemplating and scared that he didnt feel the same way, he was here hurting that I wasn't around with him. Because at the time, we didnt belong to each other. At least now, we know that we had mutual feelings for each other. The only let down is that we still don't belong to each other. I wasn't his, and he wasn't mine. 

He strummed the guitar one last time and gazed at me. I smiled widely at him with my hands on my mouth. 

"That was amazing, Ryan, " I stood up and hugged him when he put the guitar down. He returned it with a tight grip around my waist. "If you haven't picked it up yet, I kinda wrote it about you," I chuckled and pulled away but remained my arms around his shoulder. "Yeah, I noticed," I grinned at him. He smiled and pressed his forehead against mine.