Tennessee Whiskey AU

CHAPTER SIXTY

"A love me like he should one, Like he wrote the book one, The kind you find when you don't even look one. Anybody can be good once but he's good all the time. He's one of the good ones. And he's all mine."

                                   Scarlett's POV

I wake up with a start. Not a nightmare but with just a strong need. I need to write. I haven't felt the urge to write this strong ever. My mind is taken back to some lyrics I made a note of back when we were in my hotel room in L.A., My brain starting to piece together the song around it. As quietly as I can so as not to wake up Jay, I get out of bed, Slip on my underwear and his t-shirt. What can I say the smell of him while I write can only be an inspiration. I head to the bathroom to take care of business and will one last look at the hunk sleeping soundly I slip from the room. I go to my bedroom first to put on some leggings, I am mindful of three other men being in the house and as I'm not sure who might walk in first covering up is the better option. 

Once downstairs, I make myself a large cup of tea, grab a couple of cans of coke and a large bag of crisps before making my way to the music nook. I learnt a long time ago that I can get lost in here, completely loose myself in the process and have no idea how long I've been here. When facing the idea of loosing time I've found it best to stock up before I start. I place everything on the table, grab my notebooks, every one I can find as I don't remember which one I started writing it in. Typical me. It takes me half an hour and half my cup of tea to find what I'm looking for. It might have gone quicker if I hadn't been lost every now and again reading so many half written songs. I really should get better at this and actually start to finish some of them. 

A love me like he should one
Like he wrote the book one
The kind you find when you don't even look one
Anybody can be good once
But he's good all the time
He's one of the good ones
And he's all mine

I had forgotten I'd wrote that, it seems like such a long time ago, when in reality it's only been a couple of weeks. So much has happened since then it's hard to get my head around it. I smile a little because even back then my subconscious knew he was one of the good ones. I wasn't so sure about the last line back then. I'm not even sure he's all mine now. Maybe i'm just always waiting for the other shoe to drop, for when something will go wrong. I'm still struggling with the idea that I may deserve a happy ending to my love story. But it sure as hell feels like he's all mine for now and I will happily take that. I will take whatever I can get for however long that lasts. 

I start making notes of the things that are running through my head. Things I think make a good man and things that are just uniquely him. 

He's the t-shirt that I'm wearin'

I smile at that thinking that's a good place to start and quite apt at the moment, seen as how I'm sat here in his. The next line I come up with is also fitting given the current situation.

He's the song stuck in my head.

The one I'm trying desperately hard to get out currently. I start to piece together the first verse using those two lines. Then I use the lines I came up with in the hotel as a chorus but bulk it out a little more. The second verse I write more about how he makes me feel. How he looks at me. How I can recognize what I good man looks like because I've seen a bad one.

Someone clears their throat behind me making me jump a little. I turn around to see who it is. I know it's not Jensen, I can feel when that man is anywhere near me. Like a cosmic shift in the universe.

"Shit, Steve you scared the shit out of me."

"Sorry, I didn't know if I should disturb  you. You seemed so lost in what you were doing."