Painful Love (MC fanfiction)

26 | Songwriting

ASHLEY'S POV

"It's like, every lyric I think of revolves around the same topic as my last song and the lyrics basically mean the same thing." I grunted.

"It takes time, sweetheart." Michael comforted me.

I snorted, looking him up and down. "As if you know how this feels."

"I don't play my guitar just for the fun of it, darling." He said.

"Baby." I whined, slamming my notebook onto the unevenly tarred bumpy and rocky road with patches of grass jutting out of the cracks..

"What?" He asked annoyed, but a smile played on his lips.

I leaned back, hugging my knees to my chest loosely. I threw my head back, and shut my eyes. I took a deep breath and thought of something my song could be about. I heard a pen click, and then scribbles on paper. Michael already began writing.

"What are you writing about?" I asked, still in my calm state and ridiculous position.

"You." He simply said. I opened my eyes.

"No, like, seriously."

"You." He said again. I looked over at him. He raised a brow. "I'm not joking, look."

He showed me a few lines he'd already written.

You are my getaway
You are my favorite place
We put the world away
We get so disconnected

I smiled, looking back up at him.

"It isn't finished or edited yet, it's just a rough idea of what I want the lines to be like." He sheepishly blushed.

"Have you got a tune?" I asked.

"Yeah." He nodded shyly. It was odd to see such a boisterous and obnoxious boy so cooped up and shy and shut down.

"Mind singing it for me?" I asked.

"Well, it's not all too great." He started.

"Don't worry." I answered.

"And I'm not warmed up and I haven't drank water in a while." He tried to reason.

"It's alright!" I said, sitting cross-legged in front of him, aware of the edge of the cliff so I wouldn't fall off into the waves of water that crashed into the rocks piled at the bottom of this cliff. Let me tell you, it wouldn't be a smooth landing.

"And I might sound ho-"

"Michael!" I shouted, causing him to shut up. "Just sing. Don't think, say or doubt anything, just sing."

Hearing Michael sing was oh so extremely rare. This could've been the first time I've ever heard him, because I don't remember hearing him sing since ever.

He began singing the lyrics he just wrote and God, did it sound absolutely beautiful. His voice was just the enough amount of raspiness and his voice cracked at the right point making it sound so angelic and he'd go high but smooth and he wasn't too loud but not too soft either.

My God, he was such an amazing singer.

I was obviously staring all heart-eyes emoji at him, because his face flushed crimson when he attempted to make eye contact.

"Fucking hell, Mike." I said breathlessly. "How do you sing so amazingly?"

I asked in complete adoration. I was basically screaming 'I am so in love with you!' at the top of my lungs.

He shrugged lazily, hiding his face in my neck, where he planted a few kisses. He ended up resting his forehead on my shoulder, kissing my collar bone whenever he felt like it. I sat with my legs straight over his, which were crossed over. My upper thighs touched his shins, and my hands were rested on my legs. I turned my head to look out at the sun that was beginning to descend.