Iminmemumscarbroombroom Stories

She could write poetry. He could play piano, so could she. She could play the acoustic guitar, he couldn't. She slowly fell in love with him. He slowly fell in love with her. She wrote him sonnets, he serenaded her as best as he could. She didn't mid, after all she loved him. She didn't want to lose him. He saved her and she saved him. He never stayed mad at her, he just couldn't. He never ever had to give her second chances. Will Ashton Irwin give her that second chance when she needs one?