It's been a couple weeks since Cassie won her first award and things are starting to get to her.
She's been noticed more by fans and it's overwhelming. She never wanted to be noticed. She wanted to run under the radar the whole time.
Songwriters hardly ever get recognized.
Is this fame?
Cassie did not sign up for this.
She just wanted to put her words out there.
She stands from her bed and grabs her duffle bag from her closet. She shoves random clothes into it then grabs her purse and keys and guitar, heading out to her car.
She needs to get back to herself.
She needs to be home.
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"Cassie!" Sue grins when she sees her oldest walking up to the back deck. "Baby girl, what're you goin' home? We figured you'd be fast livin' in the big city!"
"Needed to be back home for a while. Missed y'all."
Sue wraps her in a hug and chuckles. "You hungry? Long drive to here, huh?"
"No, mama, I'm fine."
"Oh shush." Sue heads into the house to fix her favorite daughter a sandwich.
"Cassie, what're you doin' home? You alright?"
She turns and her eyes land on George Fraiser but everyone calls him Rooster. George is his fathers and grandfathers his great grandfathers name so it's kind of tradition.
Rooster has always had a crush Cassie ever since he was young.
He's Justin's best friend.
How he got the name Rooster is unknown.
"You an inmate or officer?"
Rooster snorts. "I'm an officer. I work with Justin."
She nods and looks down at her feet. "Whatcha doin' home?" She asks.
She's always liked his attention but he's not Michael. She loves Michael- always have and always will.
"Justin's lettin me borrow the, uh, saw."
"Well, it ain't back here. Check the garage and ask my daddy first." She states then turns on her heel to head inside.
"Lee ain't home!" Rooster shouts after her, taking a step up onto the porch steps.
"I know." She chuckles then shuts the back door, peeking out the window above the sink at him.
He has a smile on his face as he taps the side of his closed fist against the banister. He missed her spitfire energy but he knows that he doesn't have a chance with her.
But, he'll never know until he asks.
The back door opens.
"What're you doin' tonight?" He asks, leaning against the counter with his hand in his pocket.
"Nothin'." Cassie replies, using the twist tie to close the bread bag.
"You wanna get a drink?"
"Ah, I have a boyfriend."
"Of course you do." He sighs and looks down. "Well, if, y'know, you ever not have a boyfriend, I'm- I'll- I'm still here."
"Okay, Rooster. I'll see you 'round."
He nods then heads around the porch to the driveway where he hops in his truck and backs down the gravel, that goofy smile still on his face.
"You wantin' Rooster now?"
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Sold Out - Michael Hardy
Fanfiction"...It's been years since they split up so Michael has zero reason to be jealous but this girl was the love of his life. Hell, she still might be..." I own my own characters. 1/25/22 - [2/26/22- 6/20/22]
