When finally made it to an LA hotel room, Haylie was sitting beside the window which was facing the pool area, while John was somewhere in the room that Haylie didn't even know. She was looking through her iPod, found one of her favourite songs, was listening to it, and she didn't even know she was starting to sing it:
Friday night beneath the stars
In a field behind your yard
You and I are painting pictures in the sky
And sometimes we don't say a thing
Just listen to the crickets sing
Everything I need right here by my side
And I know everything about you
I don't wanna live without you
I'm only up when you're not down
Don't wanna fly if you're still on the ground
It's like no matter what I do
Well you drive me crazy half the time
The other half I'm trying to let you know that what I feel is true
And I'm only me when I'm with you
Just a small town boy and girl
Living in a crazy world
Trying to figure out what is and isn't true
And I don't try to hide my tears
The secrets or my deepest fears
Through it all nobody gets me like you do
And you know everything about me
You say that you can't live without me
I'm only up when you're not down
Don't wanna fly if you're still on the ground
It's like no matter what I do
Well you drive me crazy half the time
The other half I'm only trying to let you know that what I feel is true
And I'm only me when I'm with you
When I'm with anybody else it's so hard to be myself
Only you can tell
That I'm only up when you're not down
Don't wanna fly if you're still on the ground
It's like no matter what I do
Well you drive me crazy half the time
The other half I'm only trying to let you know that what I feel is true
And I'm only me
Who I wanna be
Well, I'm only me when I'm with you
With you
Uh huh
Yeah
Haylie shut off her iPod, took out her headphones out of her ears, leaned her head against the window and exhaled a huge breath, before feeling a tear roll down her cheek, and she didn't both wiping it away because if she did, then a whole army full of them would come rolling down her cheek.
"You do know you're singing is beautiful, right?" Asked John as he sat beside his girlfriend.
"How much did you hear?" Haylie asked, sounding like she was in her own little universe.
"I think it was the chorus that I'd started listening, you are seriously a beautiful singer." John said as he took Haylie and put her in his arms. John looked at her face, the sad expression, the tears that were rolling down her cheeks, that the once 'Punk SOB that could insult anybody and everybody in a snap' is now a 'weakened, defenceless adult who had her 'life-hood' (as John would like to call it) taken away from her from some fucking moron.