#105- He Writes A Song For You
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Ashton: Long Way Home
"Ok! Ok! Ok!" Ashton said repeatedly diving back onto the bed with me. I giggled as he laid half on top of me tugging me against him tight. He nuzzled his face against me holding me tight. We were lounging on the bed and he was showing me the upcoming album, before it was released but this was his only chance to show me in person. He wanted to see my reactions to the songs. After each one, he paused the CD and asked my opinion of it. I pressed the play button again as he glanced at the album case.
"Hmm?" I said when he poked his nose into my cheek.
"This song should be special to you." He said holding me against him tight. We had just a couple more weeks together before he toured so we were attached at the hip.
Take me back to the middle of nowhere, back to the place only you and I share.
Remember all the memories? The fireflies and make-believe?
Kicking back in the old school yard, singing songs on our guitars.
This is our reality, crazy stupid you and me...
The lyrics had me thinking about our first date. Ashton had picked me up in his car and drove. I thought we were going out to dinner or to the movies, I even wore a dress. He had complimented me on it at least. And what did we do? He drove all the way to this massive park and brought us to an overlook. He got out a blanket, put it in the trunk of the mom van he'd used, put up speakers and we watched the lights of our city below us. We talked and kissed. I never felt further from the world and its turmoil than I did with Ashton.
Now we're stuck in the middle of nowhere, yeah, you know we took our time to get there.
We're hiding out in a dream, catching fire like kerosene.
And you know I'd never let you down; 'til the sun comes up we can own this town.
Something like make believe, living in a movie scene.
Ashton pulled me closer to him as my chest squeezed painfully with the memories. Whenever we had a fight after that... He'd come to my house pulling up in the car and we'd just drive in stony silence until we reached the overlook and he'd park. We'd either scream and shout and get all the fight out or I'd cry and he'd hold back pulling me against him. By the end of it, we'd be closer than before and still in love. The overlook, after the long drive out there, was the place he told me he was leaving to tour and make music. It was the place we spent our last night together before his tours. It was our place. It was the place we could to find each other again.
Finally, the song came to an end and I looked back at Ashton as he held me to his chest.
"It's your song baby." He said with a gentle smile. Tears prickled in my eyes, some from the sad memories we'd had at the overlook but mostly they were happy tears. I was in love with him and I knew it on the overlook, I felt it there. It's so hard to explain the memories tied up there and in the drives we'd had out there.
"Ashton..." I said with a weak voice.
"I know honey..." He said kissing my temple.
"You wrote a song for me..." I said and he nodded.
"I love you..." He said resting his nose in my neck.
"I can't believe you wrote a song about this..." I said tearing up.
"It's one of the few things I can do for you. Do you like it?" He said nuzzling closer to me.
"I love it."
"Fantastic. So you wanna go to the overlook now?" He said kissing my cheek.
"Yeah" I said energetically.
"I'll hold your hand." He said giggling as he grabbed the keys. "And maybe when you listen to it while I'm gone, you won't feel so alone." He said squeezing my hand in his.
"I know I'm not really alone." I shrugged lightly. He was always with me.
I know, through thousands of miles, that he loved me.
Luke: Beside You ( I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH SINCE IT CAME OUT)
"Hey baby..." Luke said his face filling my laptop screen with the skype call from my boyfriend. He'd left so long ago. Every night I was going to sleep trying to remember his face, trying to remember the details, trying to think about it enough that I could remember it for the next night. I felt like I wanted to cry, seeing him. He was laying in on the bed in his hotel room with his guitar. If I listened, I could hear the guys and the TV in the other room but Luke himself was alone.
"Hi Lukey..." I said getting a little choked up.
"It's only been three months..." He said but I could tell his voice got tight.
"I know, so how are you?" I asked snuggling into the bed. If I pretended hard enough, it was like he was here with me.
"I am tired but I would've done anything to show what I want to show you." He said pulling his guitar toward him. I smiled.
"Oh am I getting a special performance like your old videos?" I said and he rolled his eyes.
"Just ask and I'll sing for you any day." He said strumming a bit.
"Even if I wake you up in the morning to sing to me?"
"I don't know if you want to talk to me in the mornings, Mikey says I'm a dick no matter what!" Luke called to presumably Mikey in the other room.
"To be fair, you're always a dick!" Michael called back.
"I hated him for a reason, you know." He said before seeming to regain his focus. "I have a song for you."
"You have a what?" I said getting tongue tied. Luke had played a ton of covers for me but nothing he'd written.
"We wrote a song and whenever we perform it or whatever, I get emotional because I think about you and when we wrote it, I was thinking about you and really it's a song for you and I wanted to show it to you." He said getting nervous.
"Oh, well then I really want to hear it." I said and he smiled faintly.
"I really love you. I'll be home soon, I'll preform for you then too." He said and I nodded. "This is about how I felt, leaving you..." He murmured.
