Sweet Dreams Tennessee

Piledriver Waltz

As our embrace continued. I could feel the tension in his muscles melting away as he almost fell limp in my arms. His chest heaving as he tried to let out silent sobs. "I'm sorry." He murmured with a shaky voice. Was he apologizing for loving me?

"Alex shut the fuck up and kiss me again," I lifted his chin and his hands made their way down to the small of my back. Pulling me closer to him as our lips met. This time much more paced and controlled. Although masterfully untamed all at once. Passion ran wild.

"I don't want you to waste your time with me," he said staring deep into my eyes almost reaching my inner soul. "But I can tell by the way you're looking at me right now that you're stuck with me." A minuscule smile grew on his face as he sighed.

"Guess I am," I said as awkward feelings started to bloom. "So are you ready for the show," I asked nervous. Not knowing what to do next or even what comes next on this road. He nodded wiping his face of tears and rain.

"I believe so."

"Jesus Al you look like you've been to breakfast at the heartbreak hotel," I added and he shook his head laughing.

"Quoting my lyrics, are you?"

"Well I only learned from the best," I winked.
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{I'm so good with the references holy sh*t}
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Later as the night progressed and the show drew near I stumbled upon the lover boy combing his hair backstage. His comb and hands guiding the product through.

"So are you singing my song tonight or what?" He let out a huff of laughter.

"I wish I could doll but it's not quite finished." His face turned a little more serious. "Miles and I are still figuring out chords."

"Awe" I fake pouted with my lip "Tenny love, don't look at me that way," he vocalized. He's called me love more times than I could count, but this one felt different. My cheeks heated up. Maybe it felt different because he did love me, or so he said. The validating factor made it hit my heart like a lighting strike.

The lineup of the show consisted mostly of humbug. Secret Door, My Propeller, Cornerstone, Pretty Visitors, Despair in the Departure Lounge, Love is a Laserquest, and ended with Piledriver Waltz.

Par for the course, we headed to the pub afterwards. All of us now just a tad bit tipsy we walk back to the bus. As I reach for the curtain guarding my semi-permanent bed I felt a cold hand in my shoulder making me jump. "Sorry didn't mean to scare you darling," it was Alex. "I've got a question." He announced.

"And I've got an answer," I mocked him.

"I know our cubby beds aren't the best," he wavered. "But I wanted to lay with you again. So what I'm asking is would you be willing to lay out here on the couch again." He grieved.

"Of course Al," I replied.

"Whew, I thought you were going to say no." He explained.

"Why would I say no to such an opportunity," I chuckle grabbing my comforter and dropping myself on the couch making room for him. He then jumped onto the couch in a similar fashion. We were doing this again. He didn't hold me but just the contact was enough.

For the first time in a long time I felt normal, almost homely. But maybe this was just the calm before the storm.

A/N: BRO I WROTE THIS SO LONG AGO AND I THOUGHT I POSTED IT. ANYWAYS NEW BIANNUAL CHAPTER HEHE