Hey all you people. Hey all you people. Hey all you people won't you listen to meeeeee!

Ahh, SpongeBob. Gets the weirdest songs stuck in your head xD

So how are you guys? Good? Well, I'm swell :) Thanks for asking!

I wish Taylor had purple eyes, then she would say, "He said the way my purple eyes shined..." and so on :)

You know, people actually have purple eyes! I was just on Google and on Yahoo answers, it was all like "Yes, purple eyes do exist. Very rare. Some albinos have purplish colored eyes. Blah Blah Blah!" *says in deep voice*

Yeah.

Enjoy! :D

Song: Tim McGraw

Album: Taylor Swift

I laid there in Danny's arms in the big field we found a few days back, right after we got in Georgia to visit some of his family for the summer. My parents went off to Paris for the summer and left me because "there were only two tickets available on the flight over and back." We were just laying there, listening to the only station that would come in out there for some reason. He looked at me, smiling, while I looked at the stars, smiling. Once I noticed, I turned to him, giggled, and said, "What?"

"The way your violet eyes are shining right now are putting all these stars to shame," he said.

I said, "That's a lie."

"No! It's not! I really think they do. They just shine with the moonlight and fit you perfectly," he said. Next thing I knew, I heard one of favorite songs come on that was probably unexpected to be my favorite song to most but it was. I had a feeling a song by Tim McGraw would play, since it was a country station, but it was only occassionally played. Danny stood up and extended a hand to me. "May I have this dance?" he said in an old time-y way.

I giggled. "Of couse," I said, accepting his hand and dancing around with my only pair a blue jeans that were old and faded. We danced around, jokingly, at first, but then I laid my head on his chest and it was a moment of true bliss.

I smiled at him and looked at my watch. "You do realize it's past two A.M. right now, right?" We both raced to his old, beat up, Chevy truck, laughing and trying to prevent the other from winning.

He started the car and we were on our way back to his grandparents' house but, as always, got stuck on the way back. "You know, I was kinda hopin' this would be the one night it wouldn't get stuck," I joked.

We reached the house an hour later and snuck in as quietly as possible. I thanked God that night for Danny's ghost powers or else it would be a lot harder than what it was. We each laid down on the blow up matresses our parents told us was manditory for each of us to have our own or I wouldn't be allowed to come. I fell asleep and woke up the next day in my own bed in Paris, summer long gone.

That September, I had cried all month long, missing Danny and Tucker, but mostly Danny. Especially since we both agreed that long term relationships were stupid and wouldn't last. December rolled around and my mom was making me clean everything in my room. I had the floor that you could see clean and was beginning to clean under my bed. The first thing I pulled out was this old, dusty box (how it collected dust fools me). I opened it up and saw a letter from the summer going into our freshmen year telling Danny I liked him. I smiled and held the piece of notebook paper close.

That Christmas, my family went back to Amity Park, the first time since we had moved, to visit my grandma. I asked my parents if I could go visit some of my old friends for the day and the first house I went to was Danny's. I had brought a letter with me reading:

Danny,
Long time, no see. Hehe.
You know, I really hope that when you think Tim McGraw, I hope you think my favorite song. Someday you'll turn your radio on and I hope it takes you back to that place when you think happiness. I hope you think of that little black dress. Think of my head on your chest and my old faded blue jean. When you think Tim McGraw, I hope you think of me. Last summer in Georgia was the most fun I've had in a while and being with you made it all more fun. I've missed you so much. I've tried calling you, texting you, emailing you...why haven't you responded? I'll be here, in Amity, until January 5. Hope to talk to you by then.
Love,
Sam

I knocked on the door and placed the letter on the doorstep, then started to walk away when I heard that familar voice call my name. I turned around to see him, the one I fell in love with. I smiled at him, trying to hold back the tears. He started to walk down the steps, the letter in his hand. I started to walk towards him, mixed emotions flooding through my body. "Hi," I mumbled.

"Hey," he said. We were only about a half a foot apart. "So...how are you?" he asked.

"Fine. Paris isn't all it's cracked up to be," I said, continuing with the conversation.

He smiled. "Did you leave this?" He held up the letter that had his name written on it.

My face, I swear, was redder than a ripe tomato. "Yeah," I said in a sigh. "You really don't have to read it. Now that I think about it, it's really-" I felt a warm hand on my cheek and, if possible, my face got redder. Soon enough, I realized Danny was coming closer with his eyes half closed and I noticed I was getting closer to him, closing my eyes. Then, there was a car honk, ruining the whole moment.

"Move, lovebirds!" an angry, familar man called out. I peered over Danny's shoulder which revealed Mr. Lancer. He seemed just as shocked to see me. He just backed away as we got out of the middle of the street. Danny and I both laughed, nervously, with our faces glowing cherry red.

"Well," Danny started, "that was awkward."

"Yeah, no kidding," I laughed.

He hit the envelope in his hand and I just glared at it and bit my lip, knowing it was extremely cliché. My heart started going faster than healthy as he started to open the envelope. I bit my lip harder when he got it opened and pulled out the paper. He looked at me when he was done reading it and smiled. "I don't need Tim McGraw to think of you," he said, and I felt like the stupidest person in the world. "I'm constantly thinking of you. Ever since you moved, I've been thinking of you. And even before then, I was thinking of you. I can't even think of a moment when I wasn't thinking about you." I giggled quietly to myself.

"Alright! Alright! I get it!" I said and he still continued. "Just kiss me already!" I said and he did immediately as if longing to hear those words for years and years. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he wrapped his around my waist. When we broke apart for the demand of air, I stuttered out, "Keep in touch next time, okay?" He just smiled and kissed me again.

Cliché-ness FTW! xD

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xxSam