Tennessee Fan

4

Madison woke up in Morgan's arms looking around curiously as she sat up. Morgan stirred and smiled sleepily.
"Mornin Blondie"

"Mornin" she mumbled. She threw her hair into a messy bun and got up off the couch glancing at herself in the mirror. "Damn I look like shit"

"Naw, have you even seen yourself?" Morgan argued staring intently at her. "Mmhm, Shit" morgan shook his head at her comment and watched as she walked upstairs.

Micheal called Morgan and he answered quickly.

"Where are you? You didn't answer the door"

"Stayed the night at Madison's"

"Oh, you get any?"

"Oh shut up, no, we just slept"

"Mmhm, slept"

"I'm not kiddin, where are you?"

"Cals, we're goin to the game"

Morgan continued to talk until hearing Madison walking towards the living room. "Breakfast?" She suggested.
"I don't wanna hold you up, I'm sure you have things to do"

"Things to do huh? You just want outta that outfit" she called out, her response completely accurate.
"You know me too well, damn you" he teased.

"Go take a shower, I've got some of my brothers clothes here"

"And he's not gonna kill me if I wear em?" Madison laughed and pointed towards the bathroom, shaking her head as she does. Morgan walked towards the bathroom while Madison cooked breakfast.

Morgan stood in her bathroom frantically searching for a towel as he stepped out. "Uhm! Where's the towels?" He shouted. "Closet to the left of my bedroom door!" She yelled back.

Morgan sprinted towards the closet trying his best to scramble for a towel as he dropped all over her hardwood floors. "Shit" he mumbled staring at the mess he'd made.

He got dressed in the clothes she laid out consisting of, gray sweatpants and a black T-Shirt. He tried to pull the T-shirt over his head but failed because it was a size too small.

"Blondie! This shirt don't fit!" He shouted. "Do without one!" She shouted back. He shrugged and dried the floor before walking downstairs with his towel. "Just throw that in my laundry basket" she instructed.

As he walked towards the laundry basket she shamelessly admired his chiseled chest and arms. "Breakfast now?" She asks sliding a plate of eggs towards the seat at the counter.

"Thanks" he said taking the fork next to the plate. Madison nodded grabbing a plate of her own and situating herself on the stool next to him.

"So what are you gonna do today?" She asked while they ate. "Well, I'm gonna go to the studio, probably record that song we wrote last night, and your getting added as co writer"

"Sweet, I'm on a song" she replied. Morgan laughed. "What about you?"

"I don't actually have anything to do today, so just try and find something to do I guess" she explains. Morgan continued eating until they both finished and he helped her clean her dishes.

"You wouldn't wanna come to the studio would you?" He asked, Madison smiled. "I'd love too! Just let me grab my coat and shoes and I'll be right out"

Morgan nodded and walked out to his truck, the cold air hitting his bare skin as he did. He started to jog and quickly opened his truck door scrambling to turn on the heat.

He dug around in the backseat in hopes to find a hoodie or jacket. He pulled an old hoodie from the backseat floor and threw it on as Madison walked to the car.

"Ready?" She asked bundled up in her jacket and Carhartt beanie. "Mmhm" he mumbled shivering once more before starting to drive.

As they pulled up on the studio Madison hopped out greeting Micheal who was smoking in the parking lot.
"Hey guys!" Micheal exclaimed waving at them as they approached.

"Hey, burning up your lungs again I see" Morgan said dryly. Morgan hated that Micheal smoked but he couldn't do anything about it. "Don't breathe that shit in Madison" Morgan said pulling her towards him.

"My dad used to smoke, so I've gotten lots of it second hand" she explains. Micheal laughed at Morgan's protectiveness over her. "I've got a great song I'm cutting today, she helped me write it" Morgan spoke proudly as they walked in.

"Sweet, what's it called?" Micheal asked. "Tennessee fan" morgan replied as they stepped into the studio.
"Alright Morg, step in and kill it like always" Micheal replies.

Morgans manager, Seth stared curiously at Madison who walked in right next to Morgan. "And who's this?" He asked glancing at Madison.

"Madison, my girl" he said, she smiled at him at the name. He smiles back at her as he stepped into the recording booth. "And when we release this, who are the writers?"

"Me, Morgan Wallen, and Madison. Madison Cole" Morgan explained. "She wrote this?" Seth asked surprised by Morgan's words. "The bridge, turns out Blondie can write" he laughed glancing at her.

"Can she sing?" Seth asked. Madison looked at Morgan with wide eyes shaking her head. "Probably, can you?" He asked. "Naw, I don't sing" she replied.

"I'll catch her singing one day and film it don't worry" Morgan mentions playfully rubbing her knee.
Madison gave him the evil eye from her chair.

"Alright man, we're gonna head out, thanks for getting that cut" Morgan mentioned. "No problem man, and nice meeting you miss Madison" he said shaking her hand. "Nice meeting you too"

Morgan and Madison made their way back to his truck and hopped in. "Your girl?" She questioned smiling as she talked. "Yeah, you are my girl"

"As in girlfriend?" She asked. Morgan thought about his reply. "I mean, if that's what you want" he teased.
"Morgan, be serious, are we official?"

"I'd say yes, but what would you say?"

"Yes! Hell yes! What the hell!" She shouted in excitement. "I don't think I've ever heard someone say what the hell as a celebration but, glad your happy"

"I just wanna kiss you right now" she blurted, turning towards the window to hide the blush she had on her cheeks. "Me too kinda" he blurted back.

Madison looked at him to witch he grabbed her face pulling it towards him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she got closer.

Their lips met in the middle, his tongue leading the kiss as her hands traced the curve of his spine.
They slowly pulled away Madison falling back onto the seat as she did.

"Damn I love you"

"I love you too"