Disclaimer – I don't own Rookie Blue, dangit. Ben Bass is just ridiculously gorgeous. Anywho, I've had this idea rolling around in my mind for about a week – every time I hear the song "Just A Kiss" by Lady Antebellum, I add a little more to the "idea", so here goes.
Please let me know what you think!
Andy stalked into the women's locker room and began unbuttoning and shedding herself of her shirt long before she arrived at her locker. Her best friend Traci was just pulling out her purse from her own locker and shutting the door. "Bad day?" she asked sarcastically.
Andy attempted to glare but found herself grinning at her friend instead. "What on earth would make you think that, Trace? My cheerful disposition? The 'I love my job' grin plastered on my face?"
Traci laughed. "No, honey, it's the puke in your hair." Andy's hand flew to the braid flowing down her back.
"What?" she screeched, attempting to look over her shoulder, "Chris said he got it all out!"
"He missed a few chunks…"
"God, Traci! Gross!" Andy exclaimed, yanking open her locker door. A small piece of yellow lined paper fell to the floor. Andy bent down to retrieve it.
Traci leaned against the lockers. "You think you had it bad today? At least you only got puked on. I had to listen to Swarek humming all day."
Andy's hands froze halfway through opening the note. "Sam Swarek does NOT hum."
Traci's eyes were lit with laughter. "I tried so hard to record it on my cell phone, but he just wasn't loud enough. I knew you wouldn't believe me. He was in the strangest mood today…it was almost like he was happy or something."
Andy didn't hear the last sentence. She was too busy reading the paper in her hands, hand-written in a perfect print she didn't 100% recognize.
I've never opened up to anyone
So hard to hold back when I'm holding you in my arms
We don't need to rush this
Let's just take it slow
"Andy?" Traci questioned, looking over her friend's shoulder. "Who is it from?"
Andy was dumbstruck as she read the words again. "I don't know," she managed to choke out. "Luke, maybe?"
Traci frowned. "Not really his style, is it?"
"I know these words," Andy said absentmindedly. "I've heard them before. God, this so weird."
"Where did you hear them?"
"I…" Andy began, her forehead creased in confusion.
Traci grabbed Andy's cell phone out of her locker. "You know what, let's visit my friend Google and see what he has to say."
Andy laughed. "Your friend, Google?"
"You just wait, my dear, till you have a 7 year old who loves asking the most off-the-wall questions in and about the universe and expects you to know the answer because, hey, you're the mom," Traci countered while punching buttons on Andy's touch screen.
"Okay, I've got it up, lemme see," Traci commanded. Andy held the note out so that Traci could begin typing in the words.
"It's a song," Traci said, reading from the screen. Andy moved in to look over Traci's shoulder. "Lady Antebellum? Never heard of them."
"Country band," Andy answered.
"Hang on, there's a link to hear the song right here." Traci touched the screen and then moved to turn up the speaker volume. The song began, melodious and almost delicate. A woman's voice sang first:
Lyin' here with you so close to me
It's hard to fight these feelings when it feels so hard to breathe
Caught up in this moment
Caught up in your smile
Caught up in your smile….one person came to mind. And he certainly wasn't a romantic note writer.
"Who are you thinking about?" Traci asked curiously as Andy slid down to sit on the bench in front of their lockers.
"Nobody," Andy lied before a man's voice began singing the lines she'd found in her locker.
I've never opened up to anyone
So hard to hold back when I'm holding you in my arms
We don't need to rush this
Let's just take it slow
Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight
Just a touch of the fire burning so bright
No I don't want to mess this thing up
I don't want to push too far
Just a shot in the dark that you just might
Be the one I've been waiting for my whole life
So baby I'm alright, with just a kiss goodnight
Andy rubbed her face in her hands. The words fit her situation with Sam. It just wasn't possible. Sam Swarek didn't write notes. But if her best friend in the world was to be believed, he'd already done something else she never dreamed possible – hum…and get caught humming.
"Oh….my….God…"Traci said slowly, holding Andy's phone as if it were about to explode.
"What?" Andy demanded.
Traci shook her head in disbelief. "THAT is the song Swarek was humming all day."