✧ Real Life ✧
I slipped out of bed that morning, Jameson still sleeping soundly in the hotel bed. I grab my guitar from its case and slip inside the bathroom.
As quietly as I can I start strumming some basic chords and humming a tune that sounds right.
"We were supposed to be just friends. Something somethings blah blah, whatever mood and situation-ship i'm in. Somethings in my system. I think there was a glitch." I sing briefly, trying to brainstorm lyrics. I scrawl them down in my notepad and keep playing.
Mid song, voice memos recording it for me to send to my producer, the bathroom door crashes open and a tired Jameson blinks to adjust to the light.
"Are you serenading me on the toilet, Bets?" Jameson smirks. "Not every song I write is about you." I jab back with a knowing smirk.
"Five seconds later i'm fastening myself to you with a stitch yeah." He sings mockingly, his voice high pitched to represent mine. "Those lyrics written moments after we fucked but they're about another guy? You couldn't make it any more obvious if you tried– actually maybe you should sing this." He suggests, taking my guitar from my arms and attempting to play something.
It sort of comes out as more of a painful noise than music. "Jameson has a massive dick, he put it in me and I liked it. He was a bitch before but so was I so it's fine." He sings mockingly, painfully off-key and out of tune.
"C'mere." I gesture for him to join me. He steps to my side and we both sit on the bathroom floor.
I help position his hands on the guitar correctly then kneel behind him and direct his fingers to the correct chords. "This is G." I show him. "This is D." I direct, "thats A7." I tell him. "And this is A." I finish.
I have him play each of the four notes on their own.
"Okay i'm gonna tell you which to play when and you do it okay?" I tell him, sitting in front of him now in a small ball.
"D, G, D, G, D, A7, D, G, D, A7, D, G, A7, A." I instruct, he plays along as I call out the letters. And slowly he begins singing along to twinkle twinkle little star, smiling and laughing proudly as he does.
His singing is low and growly with his morning voice, but his laugh just makes it even better.
"Can I tell you a secret?" He whispers hoarsely, a cheeky smile across his lips.
"Go ahead." I urge, he brings his face low until our noses are almost touching.
"I already know how to play guitar. I just wanted you to teach me because I like being close to you." Jameson grins.
"Play me something." I smile.
My guitar is placed on the floor beside us, our faces so close we are almost kissing. I slide closer to him, pressing my back against his chest, his arms wrap around me at first then he gets the guitar and starts to strum a song with the guitar on my lap.
I recognise it immediately as my own song. Betty. He's playing the song I wrote from his perspective about our breakup.
He starts singing along, his voice never failing to amaze me with how raspy and low it is. I look up to him and watch his face as he sings it.
Just as promised he really can play guitar, he's really good actually.
He gets to the bridge and I lean in, placing a kiss on his neck with a wide sloppy grin, making him laugh lowly mid lyrics.
"I dreamt of you all summer long." I sing with him in harmony.
For the last verse he looks directly into my eyes as he sings, I sing too adding quiet and soft harmonies.
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1989 | Jameson Hawthorne
Fanfiction"I never stopped loving you Betty" In which a secret love story is cut short and torn apart. But fate has its way of bringing people back to each other. Jameson Hawthorne and Elizabeth Florence just keep on finding their way back to each other. A s...
