Brantley's POV
She looks beautiful. Messy hair, no makeup, doing what she loves. She actually did it. I never had a doubt in my mind that she was gonna get what she wanted, no matter how hard it was. But I didn't think this soon she would have a huge dance studio and already be teaching a good amount of people. All the parents and kids told her bye and started leaving, but I was frozen. "Snow" I asks and she whips her head around to see who was saying that. Her lips part slightly and she's just staring at me in surprise. She pulls her eye's away from me and stutters "u- um... I- uh it's Emily". Wait, what? Did she just say her name is Emily? "Now. It's Emily, now" she corrects herself and I realize Tinsley is still by my side. I squat down to be at eye level with her and tell her "why don't you go sit down in the hall, sweetie. I need to talk to Sn- Ms. Emily about something" and she just tells me "phone. I need something to intertain me" holding her hand out for me to give her my phone. I chuckle at her and pull my phone out of my pocket and sit it in her hand. She smiles and kisses my cheek then skips off into the hallway making me smile. "Congratulations". I turn towards Snow, wondering what she means. "What?" I ask her. "Congrats on the engagement. Glad to hear your finally happy" she surprisingly doesn't sound mad. It sounds like she's genuinely congratulating me. I take a deep breath and start on what I've been wanting to say for two years. "Snow-" "Emily" she corrects me. "Why did you do that?" I ask and she sighs and starts. "When people found out what my minor was they always said 'it's a match made in heaven. Snow the stripper.' You know my major was hip hop but my minor was pole dance. I went by Emily because I didn't want to be that girl who sounds like a stripper and is studying pole dancing. I wanted to start fresh, leave all this behind. This town, these memories.... Your memories. The ones that kill me and make me smile at the same time. I'm not Snow. I'm not the girl you smoked weed with at the club house. That's not me anymore" she sounds almost like she's about to cry. My first instinct is to hug and kiss her until she feels better but I can't. "Snow, I'm so so sorry. I can't imagine how much I hurt you but I want to try to put that in the past. Maybe we can be friends?" I ask and she looks up at me sadly and says "there's nothing for you to put in the past. You didn't hurt me, I did. I walked away and it hurt, you didn't do anything, don't feel like you did". Before I'm able to say anything I hear the door the dance studio open and the sound echo through the building. My first thought is Tinsley so I take off running. When I round the corner I run into some dude and quickly realize he opened the door, not Tinsley. "Oh, sorry man. Though the little one was getting into trouble" I apologize for nearly running him over and he says "no, it's all good. Just coming to have lunch with my girlfriend" and walks around me into the room Snow's in. I peek my head around the corner to see him walk to her and kiss her on the lips. I try not to get mad but this is the woman I loved and I'm seeing another man locking lips with her. "Tinsley let's go" I say grabbing her hand and heading for the door. "Oh and friends is good with me, Brantley" I hear Snow yell through the studio before I get to the door. "Cool" I yell back before pushing the heavy door opened and take a deep breath. Snow's back in town and I have no idea how to react. "Uncle Bwantwy let's go" Tinsley whines, tugging at my hand so I lift her up. She giggles as she looks at her feet off the ground and me holding onto only her little hand. I smile and put her back on the ground then get her into the truck and start driving to the house. "Did you see that guy with Ms. Emily? He looks just like you. Like a big bear" she says bouncing in her seat. I look over at her surprised and say "He don't look nothing like me" remembering the red haired, tattooed, big sum bitch that I run into at Snow's studio. "He's like Redbeard" she gasps and giggles at the thought making me laugh and I ask "Since when do I look like Redbeard". "You don't" she says simply, looking over at me. "So I don't look like him?" I ask thinking maybe I got her to get done with the whole I look like Snow's boyfriend thing. She laughs and says "yeah you do" completely disreguarding the Redbeard thing. I shake my head and say "where do you get your sense from child".
After we get home I give Amber a kiss and go upstairs to my music room. I sit down on the couch and run my hands over my face. I thought I had gotten over her. Okay, who the hell am I kidding she was the new one that got away. When I fell in love with Snow and she left it was like Amber never existed and Snow was the only woman worth anything to me. She was the picture of perfection and no other woman could compare. Even Amber and I still think she's beautiful but Snow is perfect. "Hey" Amber says softly, opening the door to my music room and peeking her head in. "I thought you would come back down and watch tv with me and Tinsley" she says coming and sitting next to me on the couch. I put my head in my hands because I just need to think right now and I really don't want anyone in here with me. "I'll be down on a little while. I'm working on something" I tell her grabbing my notebook and a pencil, flipping to an unfilled page. "Oh okay. Please hurry" she says, sweetly and kisses my cheek then gets up and walks out of the room, closing the door behind her. All I can think about is Snow and I don't know why!!
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Innocent (Brantley Gilbert)
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