Hello, hello so this is my first ever fanfic story! Thought i'd do something a little different, you know throw in a bit of a twist with the Beeswax that is Samantha Beesley! Please review and let me know what you think! I can handle it haha! I have written half a second chapter so please let me know if you'd like me to continue this. Thanking you.

March 1989,

Snow. Unsurprisingly cold for the time of year. Nashville, covered in an icing sugar sprinkled flurry of snow on a Friday morning. 17 year old Rayna Jaymes yawned as she opened the curtain of her sisters apartment in the lower Vanderbilt area.

"ugh" she sighed.

Putting on her plush bathrobe and slippers, she wandered downstairs for her daily dose of caffeine.

Tandy had already left for work, being it 10am in the morning. Reading her note on the counter, Rayna rolled her eyes...

We need milk.

Behave.

Love you Tandy x

"Great" she sighed, "black coffee it is."

Just as she was putting on her thousandth layer to face the outdoors, the house-phone rung, startling her. Nearly breaking her neck she answered the phone...

"hello"

"Rayna, its Watty..."

"Oh, hey Watty" she panted still catching her breath from running for the phone.

"You okay, you sound flustered?"

"Sorry, I had to run for the phone... what's up?"

"oh right yes, the reason I called. I just had a call from Mike at the Broken Spoke.. they had a cancellation tonight, wondered if you wanted to play?"

"NO WAY, yes yes yes Watty of course I do.."

"Amazing, I take it you'll let Deacon know..." he replied, grinning into the phone.

"Uhh, um, would you mind doing that actually – we haven't really spoken recently, think it would sound better coming from you and all..." she trailed off.

"Is there something I should know, my songbird? I thought you two were close?"

"Yeah, yeah we are, I just oh don't worry Watty, if you could just give him a call I would appreciate that – I have some, um errands to run for Tandy before tonight"

Hanging up the phone, she sighed – butterflies spreading through her body like wildfire... shaking her head she put on her coat and headed out the door pushing the thoughts of Deacon Claybourne and his chiseled features to the back of her mind.

Across town, in a small East Nashville apartment, a certain 'chiseled' featured guy was also waking up to the white hue of Nashville. Rolling onto his right hand side he groaned as he stretch out his lower limbs. As his eyes flickered in the low morning light he took sight of the blonde, tanned girl lying beside him. Samantha... Samantha Beesley he'd been dating her for just over a month, and she'd already made herself very, very comfortable in his bed.

Huskily she spoke... "morning handsome" she smiled.

"good morning..." he spoke nuzzling himself into her neck, running his hand up her bare leg...

"mmm" she sighed... "want to relive last night's shenanigans?"

Smirking, he moved away from her with a peck on the lips as he heard his phone ring... "be right back baby"

Not having enough time to put any clothes on before the phone stopped ringing, Samantha leaned up in bed admiring the view of Deacon's lean butt as he ran off to answer the phone.

She was smitten, he was gorgeous, brooding and dark in too many ways, ways that she didn't understand.

However she wasn't bothered, he was steady, steadier than she'd ever been with anyone before and why not fix something that's not broke.

Smiling, she laid back down. As Deacon bumbled back into the room with the grin the size of Mars on his face.

"Guess what baby?"

"What what what?" she retorted.

"Watty's got a gig for Rayna and I at the Broken Spoke tonight, there was a cancellation and they want us to play"

He jumped back into bed rolling on top of her, and kissing her face over and over.

She grimaced... one he couldn't see. She didn't like the red head he sang with, she didn't understand why he needed her, she thought he was good enough on his own.

He felt her tense up, looking down at her with a raised brow.

"What's wrong? I thought you'd be happy for me, you know how hard it's been for us to find gigs recently, the town is rammed with new talent.."

"I know, I know of course I'm happy for you babe..."

"But what?" he interjected

"Nothing, nothing – i'm happy for you honest" she leaned up to kiss him.

Backing away he looked at her again. "I can tell you're lying. I can read you like a book" he sighed running a hand over his face and settling back over to his side of the bed.

Silence filled the room.

"Uhhh... well I don't get why you have to sing with HER – you're so good on your own... so much better than her guitar player or whatev...

"I don't just play guitar for her Samantha" Deacon sat up frustrated with where this conversation was going. He knew Sam didn't like Rayna, and he didn't know why...

"I know, ugh you know what I mean – you can handle your own show Deacon... you don't need the Rayna Jaymes show or whatever it is with her..."

"It's not a Rayna Jaymes show! She's not headlining Sam" he shouted getting out of bed and pulling his pants on "We're just playing for a load of beer heads late at night... I don't get why you're getting so agitated about this?"

"I'm not, it doesn't matter – you know i'll be there to support you – i'm your biggest fan, you know that..." she said in a sultry tone.

"Come back to bed... you know you want too..." she smirked.

Rolling his eyes, he climbed back into bed, succumbing himself to her...

Milk

Laundry Detergent

Bread

Soup

Pasta

Rayna read through her list of shopping as she clattered round the supermarket in her red cowboy boots...

"I'd recognise the sound of those boots anywhere!"

She looked up to see that face... the face she thought of dreamily and then he smiled, mentally cursing herself she smiled back..

"Oh hey! Didn't expect to see you here"

She motioned something weirdly to the shop area with her hands. Emotionally cursing herself again.

What a fool.

"Yeah needed some groceries... our... erm my local stored was closed due to the god awful weather" he laughed...

"So you excited about tonight?" he proceeded without any pause...

Looking up from her list, she nodded

"Yeah, Watty called me this morning, I was surprised.. it's been a while since we... we performed"

She cleared her throat averting her eyes to anything but his face.

"Yeah I was too, will be great, the 'Spoke is iconic to say the least!"

Nodding she smiled...

"How you been?"

"Yeah yeah good, yourself? You still living with Tandy?" Staring at him she smiled, those eyes she thought...

"Mhm" she replied fiddling with a loose thread on her jumper.

"I ummm gotta get on have so much to do before tonight. I'll see you at like... 8 to practice?"

Nodding, he smiled "Yeah 8's great"

"Great, usual stuff? I was gonna call you actually to sort it all out!" flustered beyond belief.. wishing the ground would swallow her up.

"Usual stuff is fine, Watty confirmed that anyway... We must write soon..." he said trailing off

Rayna grimaced. "I'm not sure that's such a good idea... do you?"