Chapter 13

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Josh's POV

"I hate goodbyes," Rebecca stated with a pout. I leaned down to kiss her bittersweet lips. We were in my apartment, the day before I leave to start Warped Tour in Texas.

"I know, Reb," I sighed helplessly. "I hate goodbyes too." She looked down at her purple nails. "We'll talk every day. And I'll get you something from each state I go to." She smiled and kissed my cheek. "So is there something you want me to get you?"

"Hmm..." she thought aloud. "Anything?"

"Anything small and less than $10." She grinned. I looked down at our entwined fingers.

"I think a travel coffee mug. From each state." I kissed her nose.

"Then that you will get." She nuzzled closer to me. I sighed and wrapped my arms around her. "You're going to be okay?"

"I'll try my best," she said with a sad smile. I ran my fingers through her hair. She closed her eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep. I hummed 570, a new song that the band and I just released, under my breath. I sighed and leaned back. I hate that this is how I'm leaving Rebecca. Without telling her the truth. After almost two hours, Rebecca woke up. "I never told you my middle name." I laughed, partially confused.

"No, you didn't. Why the sudden realization that you have yet to share your middle name with me?" I questioned. I sat up, pulling Rebecca on my lap. She smiled at me.

"I remembered our small vacation to Florida. You told me your middle name, but I didn't tell you mine."

"No, you didn't. What is it?" She leaned over and kissed my cheek.

"My full name is Rebecca Rye Fauns," she announced with a sheepish smile. I tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"That's kinda cool," I told her. Reb scrunched her nose at me.

"You don't know what rye is, do you?" I shook my head. "It's a type of grain. To make alcohol." I chuckled slightly. "It's terrible, I know."

"No, no. It's cute. Because your initials are R.R. and my initials are J.J. I find it cool."

"So what you're saying, to continue the cycle, I have to name my child with the same initial as their middle name."

"That is totally something you should do," I said with a laugh. "Unless you want to break the cycle." She stood up and dragged me out of bed. It was noon, but we decided to stay in for the day. "Where are you going?" She just grabbed my hand and walked around the apartment. She opened the door to my studio and sat on the bench in front of the piano.

"I want to play," she stated, not looking at me, but rather her fingers poised over the piano keys.

"What do you want to play?" I asked. I pulled out the folder that held the music sheets. "We can go for Beethoven; he's your favorite."

"Let's try Mozart," Rebecca responded, taking the music sheets from my hands.

"Are you sure? We haven't practiced Mozart in a while." She nodded and placed the music sheets in front of her. "Alright, take the lead."

"Prepare to be blown away," she said with a grin. I pulled a stool next to her. She took a deep breath and began pressing down on the keys. I closed my eyes and listened to the music being created. For close to half an hour, I just listened. After a while, I opened my eyes to watch her play. Rebecca had this focused look on her face every time she played the piano. Her fingers pressed down on the keys effortlessly and elegantly. She pressed down on the last key, lingering for a note longer than needed to. She turned to face me with a smile on her face. "How was that?"

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