Sweet Texan Melody (Completed.)

Chapter 5: Danny Hutton.

"Enough to acknowledge your lyrical talent." I replied, looking over at him and giving a small smile.

"My lyrical talent? I find that to be a lie." He replied, keeping his facial expressions serious as he played a few notes on the piano.

"I think it's beautiful." I said, looking down at my skirt, realizing that I was looking at him.

"I can never trust words." He said, sitting on the sofa and giving a small shrugs. "Words are a good way to mask your lies."

He stood up and walked to the kitchen and I let out a sigh, wishing he'd take my compliment. I was going to walk out the door and he was walking out of the kitchen, we bumped into each other and I could feel him against me.

Don't be dumb, Marianne. You've got Johnny. Yeah, johnny loves you...

His essence was a drug. The kind of drug that would make you forget about the most important things. A drug that had the potential to kill you. A drug.

"I...Sorry.." I began, drowned in my feeling of embarrassment.

"It's alright." He said, taking a step back and opening the door to exit his house.

I wondered what he thought about. Was it something important? Or is he a complete retard that spaces out a lot? The first one makes more sense.

He opened the door for me and I stepped in his car, buckling up and straightening my skirt. He got in seconds later. He started the engine and turned on the radio, Danny Hutton was playing.

"If I were a king
I'd give up everything
Just to have you near me 'cause
Roses and rainbows are you"

His voiced made me smile — I'd recognize that voice anywhere. Mike smiled and turned up the volume. He's a fan.

"I love this guy," He drawled, sitting back and keeping his eyes on the road, focused on the lyrics.

"Me too." I replied, unbuckling and rolling down the window, eventually sticking my head out and letting the fresh wind caress my hair with its feather-like touch.

"The sky is always blue
Whenever I'm with you
I think I just love you 'cause
Roses and rainbows are you"

I felt a warm feeling of happiness inside of me, I felt as though I could do anything I wanted.

I sat down and enjoyed the voice of Michael as he sang softly to the song.
His voice felt like warm, melted chocolate running down my bare neck. If he could sing and cause this effect on me — I wanted to know what effect his lips could cause if they were against mine.

I shook my head the the sinful thought. You're with Johnny...You're with Johnny...

"Y'know this song?" He asked, interrupting my thoughts.

"Yeah, my boyfriend bought me a record by Danny Hutton for my birthday. My father doesn't let me play this kind of music in the house because he thinks it's all about pot and LSD." I said, looking over at him and letting out a soft chuckle.

"So you listen to 'em behind his back?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and glancing over at me for a second before focusing on the road again.

"Yes, I guess when you really love music — you'd do anything, just to listen to it." I replied, looking out the window, "Or perhaps it's just me."

"No, I'd do the same," He began.

Greats, he's gonna talk to me.

"When I was a teen, I had to lie to my mom and tell her that Bo Diddley went to college," He said, giving a small grin. "Just so she could let me listen to him."

I chuckled at this, "Music is important to you, huh?" I asked, giving a small smile as I looked down at my hands that were outside the window, feeling the warm air.

"Anything that will talk for me, yes."

"I enjoy music, but I'm into poetry and stories."

"That's what I'd like to do — tell stories in a song."

"Like, explain events? That's what you mean?"

"Yeah, storytelling in songs is important and it's different."

"I haven't heard much of your work since the Monkee thing."

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He payed an old lady five bucks to park in front of her house. I realized that he tried hard not to get caught or anything. He seemed to enjoy his privacy.

He opened the door for me and I stepped out of the car. He was an awfully strange person. He was kind and shy one moment and the next he was a rock, he hid his emotions so well and it was quite difficult to figure him out, but that was incredible captivating.

"Y'like the Ferris wheel?" He asked, looking down at me and then up at the Ferris wheel that wasn't too far away from us.

The sun caresses his beautiful features and I tried to keep my cool. He interlocked his arm with mine and I smiled, soon drowning in that beautiful feeling of secureness. I didn't feel nervous.

I snapped back into reality and I nodded, "I enjoy it, but I'm terribly afraid of heights."

He furrowed his eyebrows, "So, y'like gettin' up there but you're afraid of heights?" He asked, looking down at me and giving me a soft chuckle. "That's strange."

"Well, putting it like that, yes. It sounds quite strange." I replied, looking down and hoping my cheeks wouldn't change color.

We talked a bit more before reaching the fair. People kept looking over, trying to recognize the texan I was with. He seemed annoyed about it — bothered. Yet when I looked up at him, he smiled and pretended that everything was alright. I just smiled back and kept my unanswered questions to myself.

He saw the Ferris wheel and jumped, "There it is! Hey, C'mon." He said, taking my hand and dragging me with him. I laughed, "Hey! Cool it." I said in between giggles. His reaction was so childish.

"Marianne?" I heard a voice say my name and I immediately recognized the voice. I turned around and hazel eyes were looking back at me.

Mike turned around and slowed down until he stopped. I smiled and let go of Mike's hand, running into the arms of Johnny, My boyfriend.