Stay With Me

July 15, 9:30 PM

***Carl's POV***
Amie was by the wall, writing in a notebook. "Hey babe?"
"Hey what?"
"Whatcha writing?"
"Song lyrics."
"Why?"
"I just do it when I have a good inspiration. I used to do it a lot when my parents would piss me off. Me and my friend Michaela were going to start a band. That didn't happen."
"Were you going to sing?"
"No. I was going to play bass. I was really good. Picked it up almost instantly."
"Wow. Do you sing?"
"I used to. I was really good around my friends and family but bad in crowds. I got ready nervous and lost my breath. I miss it though."
"Maybe you could sing for me."
"Okay."
She started singing Hero of the Day by Metallica. She was incredible. I couldn't believe it.
"Amie," I said in shock. "That was incredible. Where did you learn to sing like that?"
She blushed. God, she's so beautiful when she blushes. It's like she's not real.
"My birth dad. He was a really good singer. Could've made a career out of it if he wanted. He was a mechanic instead. My adopted parents heard me singing in the shower one time and made me perform. They would buy a bunch of recordings for me to sing along to. They would leave me on a street corner and make me sing. But I was always awful. I got really nervous. Then they beat me after they picked me up every night."
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry Amie. I didn't know that happened. I shouldn't have asked you to sing. Can you forgive me?"
"No. I still enjoy singing. I used to hide in trees and sing. It's a release, an escape."
I pulled her into my arms, holding her in my embrace. I layed down in the straw and signaled for her to lay down next to me. She layed down facing me. I rolled her over so we were both facing the same way.
"What are you doing?"
"You'll see."
"You better not be doing any weird sex shit."
"I'm not. Don't worry." I scooted closer to her. I grabbed her hair and started braiding it. I started singing knives and pens to her, keeping my voice down.
"Damn. You could've given Andy a run for his money."
"Andy's alive. I can feel it in my gut."
"You're such a jackass."
"Yep. But I'm your jackass."
"Yes you are."
"Can you keep singing for me? Your voice is so beautiful."
She smiled and stared singing Nothing Else Matters by Metallica. Then she sang Dog Days Are Over by Florence and the Machine. I started singing The Mortician's Daughter to her. She fell asleep, me joining her soon after.
***Time Lapse, 7 AM***
I woke up to see Amie pulling on her Rock 47's and her camo tank top. She has the most amazing body. I decided to watch her for a few minutes. I know, I'm a creep. But she's mine, so I can get away with it.
"I know that you're watching me."
"I know. It's kind of adorable. But it's also slightly creepy."
I laughed, knowing how adorable she thought it was. I can't believe she's mine.
"I will never let you go. I just hope you will stay with me forever. If you will, I will."
She pulled me out of the straw and kissed me.
"You have amazing boobs."
What the hell Carl? Of all the things you could have said, you said that? Wow.
"You just totally killed the moment. But thank you."
Good. She's not pissed.
"We should go get breakfast."
"Yeah. I'm starving!"
***A/N***
It's so fluffy I'm gonna die! Hahahahahahha. Couldn't help myself. There's gonna be a bunch of surprises in the next few chapters. Heheheheh. You'll love them.