I hope you think my favorite song…

(A/N: Hey fanfickies! Thanks for the reviews; yins don't know how much I appreciate them. But I want to apologize; I forgot to add the disclaimer to this story when I posted it. So, I own nothing. Not the song, title, squat. Well, I do own the pencil I used to write this with…but that's it. And no money is involved, that's why I'm forced to baby-sit devil children who don't let me eat (long story, don't ask). So, anyway, here's chapter 2.)

Later that afternoon, Daisy was sitting on the porch swing, just rocking back and forth. She saw a familiar Chevy truck coming up the drive. It looked like Drew got stuck last night again, considering there was mud dried on his tires. He parked the truck and came up the drive.

"Hi." Drew said.

"Hey sugar." Daisy said, scooting over on the swing to make room for Drew.

"You look beautiful today." Drew said.

Daisy was wearing those old faded blue jeans and a teal t-shirt. She had obviously taken a shower recently because her hair was damp and she had no make-up on.

"Thanks." Daisy blushed.

"Tired?" Drew asked.

"A little. You?" Daisy asked also.

"Not really, I'm an insomniac anyway." Drew answered, smiling.

"Did your truck get stuck again on those back roads?" Daisy asked.

"Yep, it tends to do that." Drew replied.

It was silent for a moment or two.

"So, do ya wanna stay here, or go to the back fields?" Daisy asked.

"Up to you, sweetie." Drew said.

"Back fields it is, then!" Daisy said.

Daisy and Drew went to the back part of the field that Uncle Jesse didn't use to plant anything. They spent a few great hours back there. Lying on their backs, watching the clouds, Drew told Daisy,

"I'll never forget you. Not even if I live to be a zillion."

"Ditto. I love you so much. You're amazing." Daisy replied.

Daisy heard Drew's stomach grumble. She laughed.

"You're just as bad as Bo. Why don't we go back? Uncle Jesse should have dinner ready." Daisy said.

"Alright." Drew replied.

They walked hand-in-hand back to the farm to enjoy some good homemade fried chicken.

Those two are the cutest couple. It has to be meant to be.

(A/N: Hey, just wanted to say thank you for the reviews on the last chapter, and please review again!

Thanks, Dukie.)