Tennessee Tipsy - Morgan Wallen

Fourteen

It's been three or four months since Haley's been back in Lynchburg and Morgan is beyond broken hearted. He hasn't been able to focus properly on his music since she left and he misses her.

All three of them do.

Caleigh, Michael and Morgan had no idea the impact the cute bartender had on their lives until she was out of them.

Morgan is just in shambles; mopey and glum.
He's written one, maybe two songs, in the last few months and he hates everything about them.

Michael pushes the door open and sighs at the sight of his best friend laying on the floor next to the couch. "The hell're you doin'?"

"I can't get up." Morgan mumbles back, his arm over his face as he kicks his foot up on the cushions.

"Can't or don't want to?"

He takes a deep breath. "What do you want?"

"Checkin in on you, man." Michael says, walking over toward him. "Get up."

"No." Michael huffs then grabs his ankles, dragging him from his spot between the couch and coffee table. "Dude!" Michael grunts and stands straight. "Fuck off."

"You gotta do somethin' 'bout this." Michael sighs. "Call her; get closure or somethin' or start talkin' to other girls."

"No one'll ever replace her, Michael." Morgan whines, laying back on the floor, bringing his knees up and his sock-clad feet flat on the floor. "It stings, man."

"Go get her then." Michael grunts as he sits on the floor next to him. "I bet she's in the same boat you are."

"I doubt it. She's probably been too busy with the damn farm and house to even think about Nashville." He spits sourly. "I'm probably the last damn thing on her mind."

"Have you tried to talk to her? Calling her?" He shakes his head. "Fine." Michael slides his phone from his pocket and calls Haley.

"Hello?" She answers, leaning against a tractor as she wipes her forehead with her arm. "Hello?"

"Hey, how's Lynchburg?" He asks, looking over at Morgan.

"It's actually pretty great." She responds, surprising Michael. "Been workin' my ass off since I got back."

"Good, glad to hear it." He nods.

"How's Morgan?" She asks softly, looking down at her dust covered boots. "Is he okay?"

"He's alright." He shrugs. "You wanna talk to him?"

"Actually, I gotta get back." She says truthfully, her heart feeling incredibly heavy. "I'll call him in a couple hours."

"Okay, sure." He nods. "I'll let him know you asked 'bout him."

"Okay. Talk to you later, okay?"

"Sure, bye." She hangs up and sighs heavily, clearing her throat as she watches a white Ford pull up to the tractor.

"How're you doin', Haley Mae?" Preston asks, handing her a cold bottle of water.

"Same soup, just reheated." She shrugs, rubbing her tired eyes. "Exhausted."

"Well, go on back to the house, I'll finish this."

"No, I got it." She sighs as she stands. "Just another acre or so and I'll be in for supper." Preston leans down and kisses her before he hops back in his truck. She watches her flame drive back to the house.

Haley sighs again, shaking her head as he sets her phone in a side pocket of the cab then continues with her work, Morgan on her mind until she's done.