You're Not My Babysitter

Chapter 28

Ashton

"That sounded really nice." I smiled at Andy from the doorway of the guest room.

He was sitting on his bed, strumming a guitar and humming a melody.

"Thanks. I'm having trouble putting anymore words to it."

I walked in and sat down next to him, "Play what you have again?"

Record scratch

Steve Miller band

Tattooed necks and tattooed hands

Oh, how don't you drown in a rainstorm

Fresh regrets

Vodka sweats

The sun is down and we're bound to get

Exhausted and so far from the shore

He paused for a minute after singing the verse, "Yeah that's all I have."

"Well it's good," I smiled standing up to grab a notepad and pen that were laying on a desk by the door, "what's it about?"

"Anxiety," he said strumming the chords again, "just the feeling of having to interact with people when you're not really up to it I guess."

"I think I get it," I smiled, "can you tell me more?"

"I've just never been a good communicator. I always feel like I'm just trying so hard not to embarrass myself the entire time. I mean just trying to pretend I know what I'm doing is just miserable to me."

I thought for a second before scribbling some words on the paper and asking him to play the tune again.

You're never gonna get it

I'm a hazard to myself

I'll break it to you easy

This is hell, this is hell

You're looking and whispering

You think I'm someone else

This is hell yes, literal hell

Andy looked at me with a huge grin, "That's brilliant Jo!"

We sat there for about an hour just bouncing ideas off of each other and coming up with a chorus and a second verse.

"You're a really good writer," Andy chuckled, "I mean I definitely knew that already but, the way you could take someone else's feelings and write about them is amazing."

"I think it was easy cause I felt it too." I smiled looking Andy in his eyes.

He leaned in and gently pressed his lips to mine before pulling back with a smile, "I really like doing that."

"Oh yeah," I chuckled, "prove it."

Andy laughed too as he began to peck all around my face, "how's that?"

"It'll work for now I guess."

Andy grabbed his phone to record a voice memo of the song we just wrote.

"What are you going to call it?" I asked as he stopped recording.

"I think I'll call it We Don't Have To Dance."

"I like it," I smiled getting up and walking towards the hallway, "does this mean the album's done?"

"No," Andy chuckled following me downstairs to the living room, "I've got just one more song to write. I have no idea what it's gonna be though."

I grabbed us two bottles of water from the fridge and handed him one of them, "you'll figure it out I'm sure."

"Yeah."

Andy moved himself closer to me before kissing me again.

"You deserve it by the way." I said earning a question glance as Andy rested his forehead against mine.

"Deserve what?"

"My kindness."