Tsunami-dono inspired me to write my own song-fic. I saw the music video for this on CMT and it was sung by Deana Carter.

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            I sipped my morning tea while I read my book. The sun was just starting to rise. Its orange light danced off my cheeks while my hair cast intense shadows over my eyes. I glanced over to the door when it swooshed open. (Yeah…swooshed) Carmen yawned when she entered the living room.

            "Morning Raven," she greeted as she walked into the kitchen area.

            "Mm," I grunted, not quite awake yet. Carmen yawned again and rubbed her eyes. "There's some tea still if you want it,"

            "Thanks, but I need my bagel, and I need it now," she untwisted the bag and took the cream cheese from the fridge. "Bagelbagelbagel," she mumbled spreading the cream cheese lazily. I giggled slightly. "Whaso funny?"

            "Nothing," We stared at each other in an awkward silence. Carmen took a bite of her bagel and noticed Robin's boom box on the counter.

            "Hey Raven,"

            "Hm?"

            "What kind of music do you like?" she asked casually. I sipped the last of my tea to lengthen my tolerance. Questions like that weren't my favorite. Still aren't.

            "I'm not a big music fan," Carmen shoved the rest of her bagel in her mouth and turned the volume of Robin's boom box down, before she hopped on the counter and tweaked with the radio.

            "I'll turn this down for you then," She stopped when she found the country station.

            "…after that Deana Cater singin' Strawberry Wine," the radio said as it went into a commercial. Carmen clasped her hands.

            "I love that song!" she exclaimed. I lay her book aside.

            "Would you be mad if I told you I kinda lied?" Carmen stared at me with a crooked look. "Well, I'm not a music fan, but that song is actually one of my favorites,"

            "Really? Why didn't you say so?" she smiled sweetly at me.

            "Yeah. I sort of feel like it's a little out of character of me to like a song like that," I always felt comfortable around Carmen. She was a happy person, but she wasn't a bubble head (most of the time anyway) like Starfire. Just something about her made her seem like a very trustworthy person. She understood. Annoying at times, but still very comforting to know that she always found a way to understand.

            "I understand," Like I said. The radio commercial ended and the song began to play. "Sing it with me." Wow she can be really upfront sometimes.

            "I don't know," I wanted to, kinda, but not in front someone. I made up my mind not too, but that introduction music lured me in and we started to sing along with the radio.

He was working through college on my grandpa's farm

I was thirsting for knowledge and he had a car

I was caught somewhere between a woman and child

When one restless summer we found love growing wild

On the banks of the river on a well beaten path

It's funny how those memories they last…

            Our voices blended together with the song. I actually found that my voice, though somewhat deep and rough, went perfectly with her angelic tune. I no longer felt self-conscience and I gained confidence as the chorus came.

Like strawberry wine and seventeen

The hot July moon saw everything

My first taste of love oh bittersweet

Green on the vine

Like strawberry wine

I still remember when thirty was old

And my biggest fear was September when he had to go

A few cards and letters and one long distance call

We drifted away like the leaves in the fall

But year after year I come back to this place

Just to remember the taste

Of strawberry wine and seventeen

The hot July moon saw everything

My first taste of love oh bittersweet

Green on the vine

Like strawberry wine

The fields have grown over now

Years since they've seen the plow

There's nothing time hasn't touched

Is it really him or the lost of my innocence

I've been missing so much

            Now that I think about it, Carmen stopped singing before the final chorus. I was too busy melting in the song to have noticed it then. (sigh)

Like strawberry wine and seventeen

The hot July moon saw everything

My first taste of love oh bittersweet

Green on the vine

Like strawberry wine

            Personally I think the song ended too soon. I started to blush and looked up at her smiling face. (Bubble head smiling) She raised her hand up and stuck out her pinkie.

            "I won't tell if you don't want me too," I smiled back at her and we lock our pinkies together and shook our hands, finalizing our promise between friends.

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Ok, so it wasn't a traditional song-fic, but it was good right? I love that song.