Okay, so I know it had been forever, and I have reasons! I have a severe case of writers block, and I then I had this sitting around and just had to show you guys. Any tips for my other story for the events of Z+C's second encounter?
Anywho…here you goooo.
He 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 backroads at night
And I was right there beside him all summer long
And then the time we woke up to find that summer gone
It had all been a summer fling. That is what Cammie Morgan kept on telling herself as she packed her bags in her bedroom at her Grandparents house in Nebraska. But she somehow couldn't convince herself as she sat down again, staring at the guitar case in the corner of the room. The one that Zach had 'managed' to get money for.
Cammie knew it was the $6,000 dollar Taylor Guitar she wanted. And she knew that he didn't magically come up with it, he'd had it. Saving it for someone special. Someone like her.
All along, she thought it would have ended. And it did. She was heading backt o Roseville, and he was heading back to New York.
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
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me
Zachary Goode had a whole other outlook. He was finally happy. Ever since his parents had died, and left all of their money, and everything to him, he hadn't been happy. He had been used. Then she came along.
Sweet Little innocent Cameron Morgan who came every summer, just like he did. And she was everything. In the first two weeks they had spent together, he had fallen in love. Completely. And then it came too quick.
It was almost September, and time for them to return home. September saw a month of tears
And 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
And lookin' back on all of that, it's nice to believe
September wasn't the best month for both of them. Cammie had been in tears when she was home, wishing she would have brought that guitar with her instead of leaving it on the front porch of his Grandparents house. And him, well he'd done the only thing he could. He became a player. A new girl everyday, and all fake. He couldn't have one of the few, pure girls at his school who had been his friends for forever. They had different ways of coping with everything.
It wasn't until late December that Cammie found the box of letter beneath her bed. The ones she never sent. And began reading them, laughing through the tears as she looked at the pictures. When Zach and her had gone to the lake with some of their few friends they had made in Nebraska; and the time she had let him drag her to the carnival, all for the sake of kissing her on top of the ferris wheel, and holding her close on the rollercoaster…and so many more…some so achingly familiar that she could still hear the songs playing; the smell of cotton candy, and the his shampoo…or the smell that was just Zach; and the way he had kissed her on that July 9th…that she cried like her life depended on it. 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
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me
His house was huge. No huge would be an understatement. It was a mansion. And as Cammie stared up at it, heard the thumping music, and the yells of teenager's she knew she would have to make this quick. Just drop off the note in the mailbox, and get into her car, and leave. After all…it was his house and she had no right being there. He'd probably already moved on…gotten himself a nice, simple girlfriend whose parents were home, and they could come to dinners. Like a normal relationship.
Tears threatened to spill as she spotted the guitar in his living room, drink being set on the case that had the rhinestone he had put on their, spelling out her name, with the softest rememberance of 'Zach' inscribed by Cammie in silver sharpie. Zach sat there talking to some girl that was probably prettier than anyone there. But he wasn't into it, he staring at the name on the neck of the guitar. Cammie. Cammie. Cammie. Cammie.
And I'm back for the first time since then When you think Tim McGraw
I'm standin' on your street
And there's a letter left on your doorstep
And the first thing that you'll read is:
I hope you think my favorite song
Someday 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
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me
As soon as all the people left his stupid party that someone else had planned, and not even let him know about he saw the letter. 'Zach' written in her pretty writing. He opened it with shaking hands, for fear this was some beautiful nightmare.
'Dear Zach,
When I met you I always thought you were the coolest, most underestimated guy. With potential. I know this is cheesy, and your probably wondering why I would just drop off a letter at your house. I'm sorry for leaving without a goodbye. And sorry I wasn't good enough to have stayed longer. But when you think Tim McGraw I hope you think my favorite song 'Can't Tell Me Nothing', and when you think happiness I hope you think that little black dress. And when you think of me think of my head on your chest, and my old faded blue jeans. When you think of that Tim McGraw concert I hope you think of me. sometime we will meet again.
I Love You
Cammie.'
As he finished the letter he saw where her tears were, and finally felt like he was going to be okay.
For once. Because she was in his future.
Oh, think of me He said the way my blue eyes shine
Mmmm
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said: "That's a lie"
it wasn't until a year and a half later that they came face to face again. At college orientation at UCLA. Her hair was longer, her blue eyes happier. And when she spotted him, holding the letter in his hand that read her name. She smiled.
He had thought of her.I hope you liked it. I know its crappy. But its lated. R&R.
Whats the next song? Any recommendations.
~~~~Taylor