Lost in the Fight

54.

*Sawyer's POV*

Something in me is telling me we all really needed this night.

The boys hate not fighting.

Paige, her high strung ass needed a night to just relax.

Bella is just, Bella.

I have been stressed beyond belief, obviously.

And Nikki, Nikki needed this night more than anyone.

But now, the girls and I are sitting around the fire with all the boys, the 4 of us half in the bag, Noah's friends cracking jokes trying to get us all to smile, me tucked in to Ty's side in a basket swing bundled up in my winter coat and insulated leggings because a bitch doesn't like to be cold.

Ty however, has barely said 6 words to me since everything happened with Noah earlier.

"You know what would be better than listening to this radio right now?" Andy looked around the fire.

"No, but we're sure you're going to tell us." Clay laughed.

"A little live music." He got up, walked over to Noah's jeep, and pulled a guitar out of the back.

"Where did you get that?" Ty shook his head.

"We stopped by your house before we came up." Marcus nodded.

"No." He sighed.

"Come on Ty. Play us something." Matt smiled.

"You can play?" I looked up at him.

He nodded. "Mostly in private." He glared at Noah.

"Play something." Noah nodded.

"No." Ty groaned.

"Please?" Nikki cleared her throat.

He just looked at her and raised his eyebrows.

He sighed and looked down at me.

Ever since Nikki told us about her parents this morning, and her and Chase got back, all the boys have been doing everything she's asked.

She hasn't asked for much, but when she does, they're on it.

"Please?" I let out a small smiled.

He took a deep breath, sat up, and grabbed the guitar from Andy.

"Any requests?"

"Zach Bryan." Clay nodded.

He sighed and looked at Nikki. "Do you like Zach Bryan?"

She scooched in to Chase and nodded as he wrapped his arms around her.

He cleared his throat and situated his guitar.

That I didn't even know he knew how to play might I add.

And started playing.

But when the singing came, I didn't expect it.

Everyone seems a damn genius lately
Tik-Tok talking, late-night TV
Still so much I have yet to know
We get dressed up just to go downtown
In some ego-filled late night crowd
It seems to be where I feel most alone

OK, so he's really damn good.

I'd like to get lost on some old back road
Find a shade tree and a honey hole
And talk to my grandpa again
And I see God in everything
The trees and pain and nights in the spring
So why do I still long for a home?

The more I learn about Ty, the more amazing he gets to me.

Yes, we've absolutely had some hard moments. But this Ty, the raw, uncut, relaxed, plays guitar around the fire at night Ty. This is one of my favorites aside from the Ty who gets vulnerable with me. I'm sure you all know my other favorite side of him.