Hugs & Blows

Date Night

They are sitting cuddled in front of a bonfire on the beach, they have returned home from their date. They ate at Outback Steakhouse. Ethan had offered to take her to any restaurant she had wanted and was adamant that out of everywhere in California she wanted Outback Steakhouse, something about brown bread and crotons, Ethan was willing to do anything and everything for Odette so that's where they went.

They had a sweet waitress named Emily who he was pretty sure had an accent from someplace like Nebraska. She had been very excited to serve them, as she loved his show, she kept trying to give them their meals for free, he gave her an autograph and left an extra large tip along with the money they owed.

Odette smiled the whole time, she so easily could have been the girl if things had turned out differently. She saw the girls scars and made a point of flashing her, her own. The girl blushed. Before they left Odette made sure to write on the back of the receipt "Please make a butterfly for Ethan & I. XoXo Odette Ruxford." She hoped the beautiful, kind, young waitress did.

Ethan moved his arm from around Odette's waist saying he'd be right back. He returned with an acoustic guitar she didn't know he owned.

"You play the guitar?" She asked.

"No, I was hoping you did." He deadpanned. "Of course I do, Odette. I'm a guy we all play guitar."

Odette laughed and said "I don't think that's true."

"Nevertheless, I do play, and I'm going to play a song for you." He said.

The guitar lay over his lap, and he held it lovingly. He began to play a soft tune and sing " Made a wrong turn Once or twice Dug my way out Blood and fire Bad decisions That's alright Welcome to my silly life Mistreated, misplaced, missundaztood Miss "no way it's all good" It didn't slow me down Mistaken Always second guessing Underestimated Look, I'm still around...

Pretty, pretty please Don't you ever, ever feel Like your less than Fuckin' perfect Pretty, pretty please If you ever, ever feel Like your nothing You're fuckin' perfect to me

You're so mean When you talk About yourself You are wrong Change the voices In your head Make them like you Instead So complicated Look how big you'll make it Filled with so much hatred Such a tired game It's enough I've done all i can think of Chased down all my demons see you same

Pretty, pretty please Don't you ever, ever feel Like your less than Fuckin' perfect Pretty, pretty please If you ever, ever feel Like your nothing

You're fuckin' perfect to me The world stares while i swallow the fear The only thing i should be drinking is an ice cold beer So cool in lying and I tried tried But we try too hard, it's a waste of my time Done looking for the critics, cuz they're everywhere They don't like my genes, they don't get my hair Stringe ourselves and we do it all the time Why do we do that? Why do I do that? Why do I do that?

Ooh, pretty pretty pretty, Pretty pretty please don't you ever ever feel Like you're less then, fuckin' perfect Pretty pretty please if you ever ever feel Like you're nothing you're fuckin' perfect, to me You're perfect You're perfect Pretty, pretty please don't you ever ever feel like you're less then, fucking perfect Pretty, pretty please if you ever ever feel like you're nothing you're fucking perfect to me"

Odette smiles and she can't help but cry a little. They kiss and go inside. That night they have slow, loving sex. Ethan leaving kisses all over body. She feels loved and beautiful.

For once in her life Odette truly feels beautiful.