Band One Shots.

Austin Carlile (Of Mice & Men)

I had been rushing to get my paperwork done as quickly as I could, knowing Austin was coming home today. It had been a long tour, and I was so happy to see him. I hoped in the car and listened to their newest album, singing along loudly as I flew down the highway.

"A cut cannot heal-- unless you leave it alone. I'll open mine daily, leaving-- bones-- exposed. Raaaaaaaaaaaaaa, EXPOSED!!!"

When I got home, I slipped into the house quietly, because I wanted to surprise him. I crept through the house, not finding him anywhere downstairs. Trying to walk up the stairs silently was almost impossible, but I managed.

When I slowly opened our bedroom door, he was sitting on the bed with his back to me, facing the window that let sunlight in from our backyard. He was strumming at an acoustic guitar, singing softly, a song I'd never heard before.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours first. Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse.. Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words. We live on front porches and swing life away. We get by just fine here on minimum wage. If love is a labor I'll slave till the end, I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand. Swing life away.."

"What's that?" I smiled innocently.

He jumped, almost throwing the guitar on the ground. "What are you doing here?"

"I got out of work early, I'm sorry, I—"

"No, don't apologize," Austin smiled, walking over to me and putting a hand on my cheek. "It's just, the song isn't perfect yet, and.."

Wait a second, you.." I asked, looping my arms around his neck.

"Wrote you a song?" He finished my sentence before pulling me into a kiss, "Yes, I did."

Yes, obviously Swing Life Away isn't by Austin Carlile but oh well it was just for the fic okay