HEY PUMPKIN

EPISODE SEVEN

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"Yeah welcome to love radio, where we talk about anything and EVERYTHING love. You with that special someone right now, hope you don't mind we playing HOPE by Ivy Dean."

OMG! I'm popular! They hit the play and I couldn't help but sing along.

"🎶 Hope!
This feelings don't just fade
It good time to display
We ain't ready but babe
You say we only layyyy
Ooh Look!
I can't tell you to feel
This one thing makes me ill
I just know this is real
Do anything I'll killlll
I hope, you know
I'll stay even when you go
It's here, in my head
It is but not it is
Wide......
I feel you, you feel me
We love so we are not lost.....🎶"

I just went on and on until we got to my house. I was to happy to get down - get away from Tyler.

He already looking me so nasty.

"No goodbyes?" I totally ignored him and walked out from the car. I got to his side of the car and opened the door.

"Go home Mr Tyler Hartfied." I turned my back to leave, but he held my hand and pulled me back. Just what I wanted!

"Don't call me that. I feel old already."
He jokingly said, pulled me closer to him and tried to kiss me.

"You old...." I quickly brushed him off with my hand.

"Ouch......" He held his chest.
"I'm only twenty five." He tightened his grip on my wrist. He drew me closer to himself and embraced me.
"You don't have to be jealous of Sara." He wispered into my ear.

"I'm not jealous!!!" I faked being angry.

"I got eyes only for you Ivy Dean." He stroke my hair.
"I'm your boyfriend after all." He chuckled as he released me.

"You heard that...." I was almost whispering.
"I just didn't want her....." He was grinning mischievously.
"Never mind.... Think whatever...." I began to pout.

"Hey..... I like that I was your boyfriend at the hospital." He just had to emphasize on the boyfriend part.

"Whatever...."

"You didn't tell me you're an artiste." He was smiling at me.

It sort of looked like a grin, but it was genuine. His smile was so beautiful. Although raising both brows up, he looked very cute. I couldn't help but notice the dimples on his cheeks, at the sides of his mouth. I must've been so distracted to not know he had dimples.

"I didn't think you would want to know...." I began to feel shy. Gosh! I hate the feeling of being shy.

"Are you kidding me now?" He raised one eyebrow this time.
"I wouldn't want to know you can sing? Like babe! You have a beautiful voice! It's supernal" He was holding my hands.
"I want to hear you sing real life......" He winked at me.

"Now?" I asked, as he nodded in affirmation.
"Well not now." I saw disappointment written all over his face.
"Ion got no inspiration."

"Even when I'm here?" He had this unsure confident look.

"What makes you think special..." I laughed

"I'm special"

"You wish!" I bumped his chest softly with my left fist.
"I have only one problem when it comes to singing..." I took a deep breath.

"It is?...." He looked concerned.

"I'm no good at writing music. I can only sing it." I made a distress pout.

"You write all your songs right?"

"Yes, but I'm not just good at it. I write good ones when I'm in a really really weird mood."

"Then get on the weird mood." He was playing with my palm.

"You don't understand Mr Hartfied..... I get in my weird mood once every blue moon. Like once in two years or more." I quickly removed my hands the moment he began tickling my palm.

"Okay?...." He got hold of my hand again.

"That song they played today on the radio was written and sang three years ago."

"Okay?...."

"Ain't you getting my point?!" I felt this storm rising within me as Tyler kept saying; okay?.....

"I am.... I am..... Relax pumpkin. I just wanted to get to a reasonable conclusion." He pressed my hands hard.

"It is?...."

"Oh don't use me against me...."

"Okay?....

"I totally get it now." He was frowning.

I didn't know if he wants faking it, or he was serious about it; but I was determined to not be bothered about it.

"What if I say I will write for you, while you sing for me...." I was agape at this my new finding about Tyler.

Could he be pulling my legs or man be really serious? He writes MUSIC?!!!!

"You write music?!" That was what I heard the moment my mouth swung open.

"I think I just made it clear." He gave me an arrogant look.

"Allow me ask ignorantly. I can't believe you're offering to help me in this big way, plus I didn't know you write music." I couldn't hide my excitement.

"Now you know sweetheart." He smiled softly.
"Everything has a price pumpkin."

"At what price?" His big grin sent shivers down my spine. I was curious to know what he'd ask for in return. Better not be my..... I don't think I'm ready for whatever he got to say, but let's hear it.

"Don't look so worried you can do it, can't you?" He let go of my hand, looked away from me, and began humming.

"Are you ready now?"

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