An old country song blares through the dusty car radio. It's the song one of my friends always talks about. She and her boyfriend constantly sing it because "it's their song".
I turn the radio volume down as a thought occurs to me.
"Something wrong?" asks my boyfriend, looking concerned.
"Nothing's wrong..." I reply, "I was just thinking; we don't have a song."
"Yeah we do." He grins.
"Yeah? What?"
He tells me our song is the slam of the screen door to his backyard in the summer as we go inside and out. Our song is him sneaking out late and tapping on my window to talk to me in the middle of the night. Our song is me talking as quietly and slowly as I can when we're on the phone at night so my mom won't hear. Our song is the way I laugh, and the first day when he didn't kiss me and he should have.
I take out an old napkin and a pen and write down our song.
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Think of Me
FanfictionThese are super short stories about each of the songs on Taylor Swift's first album.
