Ok this one is a little different. Jude and Tommy are both 21 and they grew up in the same neighborhood. They lived in Georgia while they were kids. They dated when they were 17. They knew they were destined to be together but Tommy's family moved away and then Jude moved a few years later in hopes of finding Tommy. But what happens when Tommy hears a song about the past and it happened to by his past. And also what happens when they run into each other, finding out that they lived in the same town for the past two years and they so exactly the same thing, except Tommy is also a producer. And they work for the same company just in two different places in town. I don't own anything you reconize and the lyrics I used are to the song 'Tim McGraw' by Taylor Swift.

One day while driving home Tommy heard a fimiliar voice from his past. One he hadn't hear in over 5 years. It was the voice of an angel.

You said the way my blue eyes shined,
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said: "That's a lie"
Just a boy in a Chevy truck,
That had a tendency of gettin' stuck,
On back roads at night
An' I was right there beside him all summer long
An' then the time we woke up to find that summer'd gone

Tommy's POV.

I always told her that the stars couldn't even compare to her blue eyes. They shined so Bright. We were in the woods back in our old home town. I had driven us out there with my Chevy truck. I always took the back roads. I loved that summer. She was mine. I had her all to myself. She had me too. I loved that she held on to me and never let me go... And then one day I woke up and found out that I was moving to Canada.


But when you think: Tim McGraw,
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long:
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness,
I hope you think: "That little black dress"
Think of my head on your chest,
An' my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me

Every time I hear the Song "Don't Take the Girl" I remember how she would always play it. And the night in the woods we danced to it all night long because we knew it would be our last night together. That night she wore this amazing little black dress. And we laid under the stars with her head on my chest. I remember the faded blue jeans that she used to wear. And only god knows that every time I here or think about Tim MGraw, I will always think of her.


September saw a month of tears,
An' thankin' God that you weren't here,
To see me like that
But in a box beneath my bed,
Is a letter that you never read,
From three summers back
It's hard not to find it all a little bitter sweet,
An' lookin' back on all of that, it's nice to believe:

I can't believe my parents made me leave. I never wanted her to cry. I would have written to her. Actually I did but I never sent them. I was always afraid that she wouldn't reply. I guess I'll never be able to tell her. I always think back to the summer I left. I never truely understood why my parents made me leave just to move back just this last year and the funny thing is that they moved back to the house I grew up in where I am headed for a visit.


When you think: Tim McGraw,
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long:
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness,
I hope you think: "That little black dress"
Think of my head on your chest,
An' my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me


And I'm back for the first time since then:
I'm standin' on your street,
An' there's a letter left on your doorstep,
An' the first thing that you'll read:

I am back to where it all started. I found her letter that her song was talking about. I can't believe it has been so long. I always thought she lived in the same house that she did when I lived here but then I guess not...And when I read:


Is: "When you think: Tim McGraw,
"I hope you think my favorite song"
Some day you'll turn your radio on,
I hope it takes you back to that place
When you think happiness,
I hope you think: "That little black dress"
Think of my head on your chest,
An' my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me
Oh, think of me,
Mmmm

And she was right, I turned on the radio and only thought about her. All the things we use to do.


You said the way my blue eyes shined,
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said: "That's a lie"

She never did believe me that her eyes were brighter then the stars.