Sweet Texan Melody (Completed.)

Chapter 8

Monday

I was awoken to reality once more by the alarm clock.

I groaned and buried my fave on the purple silky pillow and groaned again.

I know it had just been one night without Michael and I'm already missing the moody texan.

I stood up, carrying hesitation with me.

My father knocked on the door and then walked in.

"Well, I'll be leaving now, Marianne." He said, walking over to me and kissing my cheek.

"Will you be back early?" I asked, looking up at him and wishing he'd know how much I need a father.

"I can't make promises." He replied, giving me a look of comfort before smiling and walking out of my room. "Have a good day." He said, closing the door behind him.

I let out a soft sigh before standing up to yawn loudly.
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Class was boring like always.

The only class that I adored was literature class. I adored reading more than anything in the world.

My father disagreed. He would always say that books were a waste of time because they don't tell you the real thing. He's wrong though.

Words are very powerful weapons that can destroy a human being, but words can also heal a broken heart. The right words that is.

Lunch time came and I met once more with my friends; Rose, Mary, and Janis.

"So, how did you spend your weekend?" Mary asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

"I wonder what it's like to be with an older man." Rose teased.

I rolled my eyes at rose.

"He's my piano teacher, gosh." I said, playfully punching her arm.

"Well, I saw him at the state fair." Rose said, "He's a very attractive man. I wouldn't doubt you already slipped in the jeans."

I cursed under my breath as I felt the heat on my cheeks.

All three of my friends began to laugh at my blushing.

"Stop saying those things, Rose! He's a gentleman and basically my babysitter."

"Alright, alright. But admit it! He's a hot man and he was also the guitarist of the Monkees! Ask him if he still has contact with Davy Jones." She said, winking before standing up and leaving as she saw her boyfriend from afar. "I'll come over to your place today."

I chuckled softly at her comment and nodded before she left.

"He's a guitarist?" Janis said, standing up and sitting next to me.

"Yeah, I saw a couple guitars in his room."

"You were in his room?!" She said in an alarmed timbre.

I mentally slapped myself for letting that information slip away from my lips.

"It's not what you think! Look, y'know about my fear of thunder. I just slept with him because I was scared." I defended myself.

She raised a brow and I gave her a look that said I wasn't lying about it.

She nodded, "Alright, well."

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Monday, 8:32 PM.

"Don't lie to me! I bet you find him attractive." Mary said, flipping through a Seventeen magazine as she sat on my bed.

"I do! He has the most gorgeous brown eyes and this sickening scent of Mystery." I said, letting out a small happy sigh as brushed my blonde hair.

"Marianne." My father said as he knocked on the door.

"Yes, father?"

"Michael is here."

I panicked.

Mary looked at me and tried to hold in the scream of excitement.

I got the nearest pillow and threw it at her, begging her to keep it quiet.

She laughed and stood up, walked over to me and tilted my face a bit.

She picked up my blush and added some to my pale cheeks before giving a nod and a wink of approval.

I rolled my eyes, stood up, and took her hand as I walked to the door. "Coming father!" I yelled.

I walked downstairs with Mary behind me.

I felt monkeys swinging in my stomach as I saw Michael having a cup of coffee as he talked to my father.

"Marianne, dear! He brought you something you left at his house." My father said, smiling as he looked at me and Mary.

Mary walked to my father, "Mr. Angeli! Do you still have some coffee left?" She asked, smiling at my father.

"Oh, yes!" My father stood up and went to the other side of the kitchen to help Mary with the coffee.

Mary gave me a wink before she walked to the other side.

Michael saw the opportunity and he took it.

He took my hand and walked me to the living room where I found a beautiful piano, but it wasn't any piano — it was the one he had at his house.

I gasped as I saw the gorgeous instrument in my living room.

Mother would be so happy...

"I just had to give it to Ya." Michael said, glancing over at me as he slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

"Michael... I – I, thank you." I managed to say.

I couldn't take it anymore.
He was the sweetest and I just had to show my love now.

He's twenty-four
You're sixteen.
He's twenty-four
You're sixteen.

I looked at him and smiled before giving him a hug of appreciation.

Just a hug...

My tears were threading to spill.

Wait two years, dear.
Two years.

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Authors Note:

I was laying in bed and I suddenly got many, many more ideas for this fanfic.

It's great.

Many people commented on my last chapter, man.

That's cool.
I didn't know you guys dig my story so much.

I'll update soon. Take care. Thanks for reading.

-Jojo.