heyyy :)
so i got this brain blast when i saw the full video for play my music.
basically, this is my version of what happens when mitchie walks up to shane when he's sitting at the canoes.
(youtube the full video and it comes at like 1:34 or something.)
this is just what i would have happen. but hey, since i don't own it, i can still imagine (:
enjoy!
I'm supposed to be heading to the kitchen to help my mom with something "important", but instead, I'm headed the opposite way. Because quite honestly, I'm not in the mood to chop or sizzle or fry or anything to do with preparing food. I wander off the beaten path and into a not-so-beaten one in the woods. Making my way through trees, I poke sticks out of the way with my foot before I emerge on the lake shore, far off from where anybody would be. I look around, and the only thing that inhabits this part of shore are a few canoes to my left and the boathouse. When I walk further into the sand and closer to the cool water, I notice a sudden movement to my left. I look over and see a very familiar head of hair just above a green canoe; smiling, I make my way over slowly.
"Everytime I'm close..." the boy trails off, chewing on the tip of his pencil before moving the yellow wood back down to the pad of paper in his lap. A cool breeze overcomes us and I stop a few feet away, digging my hands further into my pink hoodie. His hair blows to his left, but he flicks it back before it can move too much. I smile when his voice picks up again. "Everytime I think I'm close... everytime I think I'm close to the heart. Heart!"
I swear I can hear him smile, and I can't stop myself when a smile comes across my own face. His hand moves back to the pad and after a long pause, he picks up the song again.
"Everytime I think I'm close to the heart, what it means... what it means," his hand instinctively moves to his chin; a movement I'm so used to. "What it means to know just who I am..."
This song is genuis, and I love it already. I sink to my knees; not to hide, just to listen... without him knowing.
"I think I've finally found a better place... heart," he whispers. His left hand moves through his hair, and he's frustrated, but he hasn't lost his train of thought completely yet. I can practically read his mind; What rhymes with heart? Start! At the time I think it, he says it. "I think I've finally found a better place to start."
The hand moves to the paper again, and I smile; he's doing so well, and I can't help but be proud of him.
"Where no one ever seems to understand." I can tell he likes it, and he tries it out again, and the next part just rolls off his tongue and onto the paper. I can't help but be jealous; I can write songs, sure, but not like this. His soft voice fills the air and I get chills. "I've think I've finally found a better place to start. Where no one ever seems to understand, I need to try to get to where you are. Could it be you're not that far?"
I wonder who he's singing about; I can't help it. Singers always have someone to sing about, and writers always have someone to write about, and the thought crosses my mind that it may be me. My heart skips a beat. I love the feeling he gives me; my heart slows but fastens at the same time. Amazing. He takes a breath, and this time, he full on sings.
"You're the voice I hear inside my head, the reason that I'm singin', I need to find you," his voice drops to a song-like whisper. "I gotta find you."
I can tell he's finished, because he sets the pad down next to him and I decide this is the perfect time to go to him. Standing up, I pull my hands out of my pockets and run over, bracing myself against the red canoe he's leaning on.
"Whatcha workin' on, rockstar?" I say slyly. My hands slip down into my pockets again, and I smile at him when he turns to meet my eyes. When he realizes it's me, he blushes.
"Mitchie - I, uh, I didn't know anybody was around," he tells me. I laugh. "It's not funny! That's embarrassing!"
"Shane," I say, looking him dead in the eyes as he turns around completely. Reaching out, I wrap my arms around his neck from across the canoe and he instictively pulls me as close as he can with the canoe between us. My nose is met with the sexy, fiery scent I can never get enough of and his forehead drops to meet mine. "I heard you singing."
"You heard?" His nose is tickling mine, and I nod against his face. "God, that's embarrassing."
"Why?" I ask, hitting his chest playfully. "You can't even let your own girlfriend in on a song?"
"Mitchie," he says, dead serious. This catches my attention, and I look up. "It's more than that."
"What do you - what are you talking about?"
"I heard you singing in the rehearsal room; when you thought nobody else was around, remember that? It drove me crazy for weeks, 'cause I went in there, and you weren't there, and I didn't know how to find you. And when I heard you sing, that first day of rehearsals, I knew. And I was so glad, Mitchie, that it was you that was the voice inside my head. 'Cause you still are. Hence... you know, the song," he says the last part bashfully. All of a sudden, I can't breathe; I can't move. Shane Grey just wrote a song for me. I drove Shane Grey crazy - not even on purpose! All I can do is manage to sit there, mouth agape, like a moron. "Oh, God. I shouldn't have told you. Now you think I'm some sort of creep for thinking about you so much when I didn't even know you. Mitchie, I'm so-"
I put my finger on his lips as I say, "Shane, you talk too much. You really wrote that for me?"
He nods silently. I sit there in awe.
"Why - "
"Why would I write that for you? Mitchie, are you crazy?" He stands and pulls me with him, wrapping his strong arms around my waist. Burying my head in his chest, I close my eyes. Shane gently drops a kiss to the top of my head, just above my bangs before he pushes me back and holds me at arms length. For the first time, I realize he has to bend down to get to eye contact. He speaks softly. "Mitchie, do you know how amazing you are?"
"What?"
"Mitchie Torres," he says quietly. "You are the most amazing girl I've ever met."
"But I'm just Mitchie," I remind him quietly. "I'm told so all the time."
He gently lifts my chin with his hand, forcing me to look into his eyes.
"Who told you that? Tess?" he demands quietly. I nod. He pulls me closer, and murmurs in my ear, "Oh, Mitch. You're so much more than just Mitchie. You're my Mitchie."
I try to pull away to look at him, but his arms engulf me tighter and I don't fight it. Relaxing in his embrace, I close my eyes.
"You'll always be so much more than just Mitchie," he tells me again, face still in my hair. "And don't let anyone tell you differently."
I pull away, and he lets me. When I look up at him, my heart is filled with adoration for the boy looking down at me. Standing on my tiptoes, I silently press my lips to his. Not a word is said, but none need to be. All of a sudden, nothing else matters - not Tess, not the camp competition, nothing. All I need - all I'll ever need - is right here.
so, i personally liked it.
what are your thoughts?
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see you next time! xo morgan