On My Mind *Bethyl FanFiction*

Be good

"You were always the prettier sister." I jump slightly at the sudden sound in my empty room. Glancing behind me I spot Maggie standing in the doorway, her short brown hair up in a stylish messy bun and green eyes popping out from the dark eyeshadow that she had on. I watched as her hand moved absent mindlessly to her stomach, cradling the small bump that would soon be my new nephew.

"And yet you're the one that is married and expecting a child in June." I say, running my hands over my hair, smoothing out and stray pieces that stuck out of place.

Maggie lays one of her small hands on my shoulder. "And you'll have that one day too Beth. You just have to find the perfect guy, like I have with Glenn."

"Or I can just head over to the bar and get knocked up like mom did with Shawn." I mouth back sarcastically while applying some chap-stick on my dry and cracking lips.

Maggie's eyes widen, undoubtably shocked that I would even say that. After all it was the reason why dad had left her, taking Shawn, Maggie and I with as well.

"I'm sorry, but you know it's true." I say standing up before walking out the door and down the hallway of the bar. I had been working here now for a month, singing some of my original songs as well as a few covers to entertain the regulars while they soaked their faces in liquor. It was an okay job if I had to say so myself, and the money was good.

It only took me a few moments to reach the stage. Humming to myself, I warm up my vocal cords. my heart was beating fast at the thought of performing in front of everyone, but as soon as I take a few breaths and step out onto stage, all my worries and fears turn into pure adrenaline.

I was greeted by hands clapping, which never got old and still surprised me every time. "You're gonna make it big, Beth Greene, and when you do make sure to mention Sliders Bar that helped to start it all." My bosses voice rung inside my head of what he said to me on my first day I started performing.

Now I was here, microphone in hand, ready to get my night started.

"Hi y'all, thanks for comin' out tonight! I'm gonna start the night off with a new original song that I call, Be Good." I click the microphone into its stand before taking a step back. Turning I slightly give the band behind me a nod and then the music starts.

It's unclear now what we intend
We're alone in our own world.
You don't want to be my boyfriend
And I don't want to be your girl.
And that, that's a relief
We'll drink up our grief
And pine for summer.
And we'll buy beer to shotgun
And we'll lay in the lawn
And we'll be good.

Now I'm laughing at my boredom
At my string of failed attempts.
Because you think that's important
And I welcome the sentiment.
And we talk on the phone at night
Until its daylight
And I feel clever.
And I hear the slow in your speech
Yeah, you're half asleep
Say goodnight.

The band kicks off into some background vocals as they play the bridge. I dance around, crisscrossing my arms and then raising them up, over my head. I can hear their part ending and I lean forward into the microphone again.

Now I got friendships to mend
I'm selfishly disposed
You don't want to be my boyfriend
And that's probably for the best.
Because that, that gets messy
And you'll hurt me
Or I'll disappear.
So we'll drink beer all day
And our guards will give way
And we'll be good.