A/N Okay so obviously I have no rights to any concepts ideas or lyrics contained herein.
This is a songfic that was inspired by my recent trip to a Halestorm concert and getting to meet the very sexy, gorgeous, talented, amazing Lzzy Hale. All lyrics belong to her and Halestorm (check them out at to hear the song!). In my very small opinion if Ashley had become a rock sar, Lzzy is the closest thing to a real life version of how that could have turned out. Please R/R.
Steady hands gripped the wheel as cobalt eyes scanned the road. She waited for the first chord to ripple through her stereo speakers, but the DJ was still speaking, prattling on about The Ashley Davies and her new single. The song they were about to play, the one that debuted in the top ten on the billboard charts and in three short weeks had gone number one. It was the fastest climbing song that she had to date and Spencer had it memorized, because she lived it.
The lyrics were not just words on a page they drew a picture, painted her very existence, with every sultry, breathy word, she was reliving lost moments in time. She pressed the accelerator harder, anticipating the first line, her subconscious carrying her faster towards her past.
Guitar intro, drums, and then…her heart stuttered, lungs faltered, time stood still between one breath and the next.
It was you and me and one hot summer
Achingly bitter sweet pause….it always got to her. When she heard it the very first time she felt frozen in place waiting with baited breath to hear the next line, she still waited and just like the first time…it tortured her soul.
Beading up with sweat all over each other soaking wet
Spencer tried to breathe but she was lost in the memories.
We didn't have a lot of time so we didn't waste much
Finding all the right places you wanted me to touch
And all those memories make it so hard to forget about me
A ragged breathe forced much needed air into burning lungs, she squeezed her eyes shut an attempt to block the images flashing through her mind. Forcing them back open she checked the nearest mile marker and inched down further on the accelerator. The worst was yet to come.
I bet you wish you had me back
Another chance to get it just like that
The best you ever had
And do you close your eyes with her
And pretend I'm doing you again
Like only I can
I bet you wish you had me back
This time her heart didn't stutter, it nearly stopped; raw emotion squeezed it painfully trying to snuff the steady rhythm from her chest.
It was you and me it seemed to last forever
The way you taste I still remember the sounds we made
Her heart thumped painfully back to life against her ribs, one second the imagery of the words nearly turned it to stone and in the next breath it felt as though it could erupt from her chest. Unruly blonde locks thumped back against the head rest, a repetitive action that Spencer used to try and draw attention from the phantom feelings that whispered across her skin.
One day in June I stayed all night
And made love to you like the Fourth of July
And all those memories make it so hard to forget about me
A hand flew to her face and swiped roughly at the errant tear that dared escape, she was done with tears. She was done with regret.
I bet you wish you had me back
Another chance to get it just like that
The best you ever had
And do you close your eyes with her
And pretend I'm doing you again
Like only I can
I bet you wish you had me back
Despite her better judgment she continued listening to the lyrical abuse. A public taunt delivered across the open airwaves.
I bet you wish you had me back
Every night
Every time
You see me when you close your eyes
An involuntary shutter ran from head to heal despite the balmy heat whipping through her open window. She did see, she saw everything; every word elicited a thrill of excitement and in the next beat delivered a crushing blow.
I bet you wish you had me back
Another chance to get it just like that
Like only I can
Her voice rang out, powerful, strong, carving her point with extreme precision.
I bet you wish you had me back
I bet you wish you had me back
And she was right. Spencer wanted Ashley back. Ashley was all she ever wanted, she had made a mistake two years ago when she walked away. She made another mistake when she allowed Ashley back in her bed last summer and did nothing to keep her there. But she was not about to strike out. Spencer was more of a 'third times a charm' kinda girl than a 'three strikes and you're out'. She just hoped that lady luck was on her side tonight.