Sweet Texan Melody (Completed.)

If We Try

I came closer to him and soon our lips met, perfectly synchronizing as we both opened our mouths.

The taste of beer and cherry lip balm was the perfect, yet deadliest combination of the century.

A minute or two went by and I had to pull apart before things got serious around here. Those dark, brown eyes were focused on mine and it was then when I understood what was going on and what he wanted to say.

I was scared.

I stood up and paced around the room, "This is wrong, Michael." I began, "I'm a minor and this is...what are we doing?"

He stayed quiet for a moment, thinking about what happened and what could be done. He finally stood up, casually sliding his calloused hands in the pockets of his jeans. "I'll wait...if that's what you want." He said, as though it was so normal to kiss a sixteen year old.
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That night I couldn't sleep. His words were still echoing in my mind. Would he really wait? He's a man. People crave other people and it's always been that way. I let out a soft sigh as I hugged my pillow tightly and closed my eyes.

You do love him.
Oh, yes you do.

The next morning I woke up and I knew what to do. I had to do the right thing for myself and for my future with Johnny. I realized that I didn't love him anymore, and that I had fallen madly in love with Michael. It was so wrong it felt right.

The wind messed up my hair a bit and my cheeks, my nose, and my ears acquired a pink color from the cold morning. Everything was still and quiet, I could hear people in their houses as they talked loudly about other people.

As I walked to school, I walked by a record shop that was packed with people. I raised a brow at this and walked slower to see what the fuzz was about.

"Don McLean will be in town for a couple months." I heard someone say as many people with cameras took pictures. Some would take out a pen and write this information as though it was extremely important.

Don McLean.
Who was this person?
And why was everyone making such a big deal about him?

I was too busy looking over at the record shop that I didn't realize I bumped into a person. "Oh, gosh. I'm sorry – I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." I said as my cheeks changed from a soft pink to a very bright red.

I looked at the man that had a very big scarf, a hat, and big sunglasses. It wasn't even that sunny outside and I became confused at this man. "It's alright. I wasn't paying attention myself." He replied, his voice had a soft timbre and it reminded me of butter being spread on a slice of bread.

"What's with the costume?" I asked, raising a brow as he let out a soft laugh at my comment. "I don't want to be killed by a mob of people." He replied, "It doesn't really suit me, y'know?"

I chuckled at this, "I don't think death suits anyone."

"You're right. Hey, you seem like an awfully nice person. Do you have anything to do right now?"

I thought about his proposal for a moment. I have school today, but father isn't home so he won't notice it at all. I guess I can miss school once in my life and not get in trouble for it...right?

"Nothing important. What? You wanna go for a cup of coffee?"

He smiled, "You read my thoughts."
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Once we began walking, he took off the hat and the sunglasses, revealing himself to me. I knew it! It was that one guy. His music played on the radio now and then, and he came to town one. I wondered what brought him back here again.

He glanced over at me and smiled.

"I know who you are." I said, sliding my hands in the pockets of my gray coat.

"I think most people do." He replied, looking down and kicking a few rocks as we walked to the nearest coffee house.

"I can't believe I'm gonna have a nice cup of coffee with Don McLean." I said, looking over at him.

"Why aren't you screaming and asking for an autograph?" He asked.

I shrugged, "I'm not really a big fan, y'know?"

"So, you don't like my music?"

"No. I've just haven't heard all of it. Just the songs that play on the radio now and then." I said, tucking a strand of my blonde hair behind my ear.

The caffe got closer and closer as we walked and soon we reached our destination. He opened the door for me and I thanked him as I walked inside and he followed behind. We sat on a booth that was at the corner of the small place.

I looked out the window that was to the right of us and I saw people walk by.

Don looked at me and then at the window, and it was as though he read my thoughts.

"None of them look happy." He spoke, tearing his eyes off the window and focusing on the menu that was in front of us.

I looked at him and smiled a bit, "But who knows, huh? Nobody has the courage to walk up to them and ask them. Nobody has the courage to hug them and tel them —"

" — that it's all gonna be alright." He finished my sentence and I smiled.

"It's true. I guess people are too busy fixing their own personal problems, don't you think?" He asked as he raised a brow.

I nodded.

A red haired waitress walked to us and asked us what we were going to order.
I asked for a pumpkin spice muffin and a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallow on top. Don asked for coffee and a few chocolate chip cookies. She wrote down our orders and then smiled before taking the menus and walking away.

"Just by looking at you I can tell that you aren't content." He said, taking off his coat.

I smiled a bit before looking down at my nail, not wanting to reveal more. "Well," I began before looking at him. "No, I'm not very happy at the moment, but I suppose that's alright."

"I guess everyone carries a bit of unhappiness in their life, huh? I think unhappiness makes us think more about ourselves and our life."

"And that's not bad, right?"

"Of course not, we need to be happy with ourselves in order to make people happy — make them feel true happiness."

I furrowed my eyebrows, "I've never thought about it that way."

"Well, if you're pretending to be happy while trying to make other people happy...it's like...thinking you're giving out chocolate chip cookies when in reality you're giving oatmeal cookies." He said, moving a few strand of hair away from his eyes.

I laughed at his comparison and he smiled, "Y'know what I meant." He said.

"It's false unhappiness." I replied, nodding to show that I understood what he meant.
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Authors note:

New character in the story! 🙈
I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!