Hey people! Have I mentioned just how much I love y'all? Cause I definitely do. Your reviews always make my day. I'm sorry that it took so long to update this. My girlfriend broke up with me, I'm having car trouble, I have a 5 page essay due in two days that I've barely started on, not to mention that Harry Potter came out and I had to go and drool over Emma Watson, and on top of that I've had to deal with starting to study for finals. Hopefully you'll forgive me? :P Anyways, reviews are always loved and appreciated. The song is "The Luckiest" by Ben Folds.

"Do ya think your grandparents would let you go to Athens this weekend?" Spencer asked that night as we sat by the creek. I was sitting on the log bench and she was between my legs, leaning back into my chest. "I want you to meet my brothers."

"I mean… I'm sure they wouldn't mind." I answered, though my heart had started beating away in my chest. Meeting the family? Already? We weren't even official…

"Hey, don't freak out. I wouldn't introduce you as my… anything. You'd just be my friend." It had been a week since the pond incident and we still hadn't decided exactly what we were. I didn't want to push it considering that it was Spencer who had been hesitant of the whole thing. For some reason, hearing her hesitate made me feel even more nervous than the thought of being introduced as her girlfriend.

"We can ask I suppose." I answered, keeping the way that her words made me feel to myself.

"I just know that they're havin' a party this weekend and they wouldn't make me pay for drinkin'." Spencer leaned back into me further, linking our fingers together and making me forget the temporary pain. "I miss you," She suddenly said, making me grin.

"I'm right here silly,"

"Let me rephrase, I miss your lips." I chuckled and tipped her head back so I could lean down and kiss her. "Mmm, Spiderman kiss." I laughed into her lips and she grinned, stroking my cheek as she looked up at me. "You're so beautiful." I couldn't stop my surprised smile at the tender honesty in her voice and she smiled back, one of the huge, face splitting ones that gave her that one dimple on her right cheek that I was beginning to love. I leaned down to connect our lips once more, unable to keep mine from hers for long.

It turned out that my grandparents didn't have a problem with me going to Athens for the weekend at all. They just made me promise to stay out of trouble. I wasn't sure what else there was to do in Georgia but I promised anyways. So a few short days later I found myself in Spencer's Jeep, listening to her tell story after story about her brothers and the crazy things Glen had gotten them into over the last couple of years. The traffic was so light that we got to Athens about twenty minutes sooner than we were supposed to so Glen and Clay were still at work. Spencer decided to show me the campus to pass the time. It was absolutely gorgeous. We ended up walking to the downtown area and I could suddenly see why Georgia had its trophy as one of the top party schools in the country. There were bars and pubs absolutely everywhere. It was summertime but the place was still flooded with young people coming in and out of different shops and restaurants. I couldn't even imagine what it was like during the school year.

Spencer and I somehow found ourselves in a music store and I suddenly felt a lot more comfortable. Music was my comfort before Spencer came around. She was my new distraction but before her I would just lock myself in my room with all my music. I could play more instruments than I cared to name. My favorite was piano but people usually pushed the guitar on me. I guess because my dad was so incredibly famous for his guitar skills. Being in the store made me realize just how much I missed my guitar but in the last few months I'd laid it aside and not touched it much. Spencer must've seen my eyes light up because she grabbed my hand and led me through the store.

"Are ya gonna play me somethin'?" She asked, batting her eyelashes and making me crack a smile.

"If you want me to. What instrument?" Her eyebrows rose at this question.

"What can you play?"

"I can play pretty much everything in here, except for the brass stuff." I answered after taking a quick survey of the room.

"You can play the cello?" I just nodded and she began looking around for more instruments. "Banjo? Ashley Davies plays the banjo?" She laughed, making me grin.

"Of course, how could I do the Avett Brothers justice if I didn't have a banjo?"

"What's your favorite?" She asked after we had walked around the store and she made me at least pluck at every least bit odd instrument that they had. By this time we had gained some attention from the staff and they had cheered after every song that I'd played.

"Piano,"

"Play me somethin'," She requested, dragging me over to the baby grand that they had on display. I sat down on the bench and carefully tested out the ivory keys. I hadn't played anything in so long that it felt good just to touch the beautifully polished keys. I knew tons of songs but I couldn't place which one I wanted to play for Spencer. A love song would be so cheesy but that's all that came to mind when I thought of my blonde. The perfect song came to mind and I grinned as I straightened up and found my keys before starting. I didn't usually sing when I played but seeing as Spencer looked so expectant and the lyrics were so right I went for it.

"I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here" I looked over to find an intense look on Spencer's face as she tried to catch every word. There was a smile playing on her lips so I continued.

"And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it every day
And I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest" Now a full blown smile was on her face and I grinned as I realized that I was getting major points here.

"What if I'd been born fifty years before you
In a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?

And in a white sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you" I stumbled at these words for a second before continuing, acting as if nothing had happened. That L word had been weighing heavy on me for the last week.

"Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
And one day passed away in his sleep
And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days
And passed away

I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong
That I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest." I finished with a flourish and she clapped outrageously and I nearly jumped out of my skin when all the employees did too. I'd forgotten that other people were there.

"Why aren't you a rock star again?" She asked, laughing. She still had a shit eating grin on her face and I couldn't help but smile back as I stood up. I felt as if a huge weight was off my shoulders but I always felt relaxed while playing music. It was my way of letting off steam, at least when I didn't have access to drugs or alcohol. Lately though, Spencer had taken over that role. She was my drug, as cheesy as that sounds. She made me feel way better than pot or drinking ever had. This both exhilarated and scared the shit out of me.

"Not yet." I said cheekily, making her roll her eyes playfully. "While we're here I want to look at guitars. I left mine at home." Spencer eagerly agreed but she looked nearly sick when I started picking up guitars that had price tags that were four digits.

"Are you really going to spend four grand on a guitar?" She asked as I strummed a Gibson contemplatively. I just looked at her before I realized that she'd never gone shopping with me.

"Spencer, I don't play shitty guitars." I chuckled, shaking my head as I hung the guitar back up and reached for another. "Four grand isn't too much anyways, in fact, I'll probably end up going over that." She just gaped at me. Those words seemed to have been the magic ones though because in about two seconds we had three attendants surrounding us. I vaguely wondered if they'd been listening the whole time. "I really like the vintage Hummingbird," I told the Manager, as he flitted about, offering help. Spencer shook her head again, eyes wide.

"Beautiful piece," He agreed, pulling it down off the wall and handing me the guitar. I strummed it a few more times as he prattled off about the benefits of the instrument. I nodded along, already knowing pretty much everything he told me. "I think that the Gibson definitely agrees with you Miss Davies." I nearly rolled my eyes, wondering how long he'd known who I was.

"Yeah, I think that I definitely want this one. It's been too long since I've played a Gibson. Just let me make a phone call," He nodded excitedly as I handed him the guitar to ring up.

"Who are you calling?" Spencer asked, still looking a bit shell shocked at the fact that I was spending so much.

"My dad, so he can send me the money. I think I only have like $3000 on my account right now." She just shook her head disbelievingly. It only took me about two seconds to explain the situation to my dad. He'd always been generous when it came to me and my hobbies, especially my musical ones. He also never wanted to stay on the phone for more than a few minutes so I didn't have to worry about the third degree. It was quick and simple and then I was hanging up. Ten minutes later I was walking out of the shop with my new guitar in its complimentary case strapped to my back.

"Do you always spend this much on shopping trips?" She asked, making me grin.

"I'm not much of a shopper, really." I replied, "Music is just different."

"Well, we might as well head to my brothers' place now. Before you drop another couple grand," She laughed as we started the walk back to where she'd parked. I wished desperately to reach out and hold her hand but I knew that she wanted to keep our relationship on the down low. She brushed her hand against mine though and sent me that smile that she only smiled at me.

"You're beautiful," I whispered in her ear, letting my hand trail across her back as I pulled away. A pink tint covered her cheeks as her smile took over her features. I grinned at her and ran to open her door for her.

"Ashley Davies I have to say, you are doin' all the right things right now."

"It's just my supreme charm," I answered, making her giggle as she climbed up and into the car. I shut her door before going to run around the car. We happened to be parked in just the right place that I passed a bush with some random pink flowers on it. I wasn't sure what kind of flowers they were but I snatched one off anyways. I climbed up into the car and got settled in my seat before slyly bringing the flower into her line of vision. I saw her melt as I tucked the flower behind her ear, leaving a small kiss on the shell of her ear before pulling away. In reality I just wanted her to see that I could treat her right. I wanted to help her along the process of falling for me. If that meant that I had to wine and dine her, then I would do it forever. Because all the girl had to do was smile at me and I was gone.