Sweet Texan Melody (Completed.)

Roses and Johnny Cash

As soon as we arrived to his house, I stepped out of the car and walked to his house; admiring the roses that were growing in his garden. I could feel a couple dried tears on my cheeks, I must've looked like a mess. I followed Michael behind as he walked to the door. Him; always being the leader, the one everyone followed. He walked with his head high up as his hands were tucked inside the pockets of his jeans; so normal and effortlessly cool. And there I was, following him like a lost puppy. But I felt protection embrace me in its warm arms when he was around.

"Are you hungry?" He asked, opening the door for me like the gentleman that he was.
"Not really." I said softly, smiling before walking inside.

"You need to eat, babe. I haven't seen you eat anything and thats not good." He said, taking his coat off before throwing it on the couch.

I rolled my eyes before laying on the leather couch, burying my face on the cold material before turning to look at the ceiling. "Alright." I gave up, closing my eyes and letting out a soft sigh.

I heard him walk to the kitchen. I stood up and walked over to the kitchen, "You know how to cook?" I asked, raising a brow as I smile at the thought of him cooking.

"Of course." He replied, opening the fridge and taking out a beer.

"I didn't know that."

"There's a whole lot that you don't know."

"And is that a bad thing?" I asked, jumping on the kitchen counter.

He gave a shrug and I rolled my eyes again in a playful manner before walking to the living room. I waltz around the place that was fairly big, looking around the nice furniture that was there. I saw a few pictures of little kids hugging him; two beautiful kids that resembled him. My eyes widened a bit and I didn't realize I was standing there for several minutes until Michael tapped my shoulder. I shook my head about and glanced over at him.

"Those are your kids?" I asked.

"Christian and Jonathan." He said, clearing his throat. "I also have Jessica and Jason." He finished, giving a weak smile.

"Where are they? I've never seen them around here."

"I don't wanna talk about it." He said, shaking his head a bit before he turned around and walked back to the kitchen.

I rose a brow before looking back at the picture, smiling as I imagined him as a father; strict, but supportive and very caring.

I then turned to look to the window and looked down at a box that was at the corner of the living room; a box full of records that seemed to be sitting there for years because they were veiled by dust. I walked to the corner and sat there in front of the box.

I grabbed a decent amount of them, placing them on my lap and blowing the dust off. I looked at the first one; Johnny Cash Live at the Folsom Prison. I chuckled lightly; I loved this album. "I didn't know you liked Johnny Cash." I raised my voice from the living room so he could hear me. "I had dinner with him and June." I heard him reply.

I chuckled softly, "You're kidding."

"I'm not. I drove to his house and we had a nice dinner and my ex-wife talked with June and Johnny and I walked around his house talked."

"Was he kind?"

"He's a good-hearted man."

"He does look like a good person."

"He's got values"

I smiled and looked around the living room, "'Michael, where's your record player?"

"Right here."

"Where exactly?"

I heard him walk back to the living room, he took my hand and I stood up before following him. The kitchen was fairly big, so I looked around to see where he kept the record player.
He walked to the corner where he lifted a brown box that was covering a small black box; all dusty like the records. I opened it and there I saw it.

"When was the last time you used it?" I asked, unbuttoning my shirt and taking it off to gently clean the record player.

"I've been busy and Uh, I don't know. I guess I'm just too lost in thought."

"Well, now that I'm around, I'll be playing music very loudly."

"Good thing the neighbors are not so close around here."

I rolled my eyes playfully before the record began to spin.

"I hear the train a Comin'
It's rolling down the the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since
I don't know when..."

I stood up and began to dance around the kitchen, enjoying the rebellious lyrics that seemed to give me chills as I lip-synced to the music. I took Michaels hand and we began to dance around the kitchen as he sang to the record.

"I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, and time keeps draggin' on." He sang, spinning me around before pulling me close.

"But that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone." I continued, trying to make my voice lower than usual but failing like I always did. This made him laugh.

"I forgot how great this record is." Michael said, spinning me once more before letting me go, "Gotta go check on your meal." He said, giving a wink before walking to where he was making my food.

I walked to the record player and turned up the volume before walking to the living room. I laid down on the living room floor and sang to the music. Moments like those made me happy; everything seemed right at the moment.

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Short chapter, but I'll update soon again. I love Johnny Cash sm. I'm sad tonight 'cause we lost a Legend; David Bowie, rest easy. 😭
Thank you guys for being patient.