I was hanging out with Lucas, playing video games, and he started talking.

"I'm really glad KC found you," he told me.

"Thanks," I told him.

"So, when are you going to ask her?" He asked me.

"I don't know yet," I admitted.

"Has she talked about Jax lately?"

"Yeah, I like hearing about the good parts of her growing up," I said.

"A part of her died when he did," Lucas told me. "It'll never be filled again, but I think you and Aaron have patched it up. When you lose someone you love, you can move on, but there will always be that piece of you they took with them."

"How did you cope after he died?" I asked.

"I didn't let it show," he told me. "You guys never knew anything was wrong. My dad fixed the truck. Anytime I go to Texas, I drive it. We'd always drive in it down the backroads. My dad taught us early on how to drive, so before Jax even got his license, our dad trusted him to drive KC and I around. Some of my favorite memories with him are in that truck. When we got the busted up truck back to the ranch…he had already had the car seat in the backseat."

"Why don't you bring it here and drive it?"

"It wouldn't feel right," he said. "I think the best thing to do with it is keep it in Texas until Aaron's old enough to drive."

"I think that's a good idea," I told him. "Do you think you should teach him?"

"No, that's a dad's job," he told me. He looked over at me. "He needs to be taught to drive by you, and I really think it should be in Jaxon's truck." I nodded in understanding. "And another reason I want him to learn on his truck is that it's a stick shift."

I smiled.

"KC still really misses him," I told him. "And she'll always love him. She should."

"Yeah, exactly," Lucas said. "There's a song that I really relate to. Jaxon wasn't in the military— he was a sixteen-year-old who already considered himself to be a dad— but he was KC's soldier, he protected her. And it matches exactly how I felt and feel when I remember him." He grabbed a piece of paper and wrote something down. He handed me the paper. "I'd really like you and KC to learn and sing it sometime at Topanga's."

I nodded.

After we finished hanging out, I went home and listened to the song he wrote down. It encompassed exactly what he told me.

A couple of weeks later, we set up everything. Without saying a word, KC started playing piano on her keyboard.

Lucas sat in the window, holding Aaron in his lap. He smiled at us.

Eighty-nine cents in the ashtray/ Half empty bottle of Gatorade/ Rollin' in the floorboard/ That dirty Braves cap on the dash/ Dogtags hangin' from the rear view/ Old Skoal can and cowboy boots/ And a "Go Army" shirt folded in the back/

This thing burns gas like crazy/ But that's all right/ People got their ways of copin'/ Oh, and I've got mine

I joined my guitar.

I drive your truck/ I roll every window down/ And I burn up/ Every backroad in this town/ I find a field; I tear it up/ 'Til all the pain's a cloud of dust/ Yes, sometimes, I drive your truck

I leave that radio playin'/ The same ole country station/ Where you left it/

I looked over at KC. She was sharing look with Lucas. She told me that they both would always tease Jaxon about never changing the radio station. The only way he would listen to other music is if they put CDs in the player, but he'd never change the station.

Yeah, man, I crank it up/ And you'd probably punch my arm right now/ If you saw this tear rollin' down on my face/ Hey, man, I'm tryin' to be tough/

And Mama asked me this mornin'/ If I'd been by your grave/But that flag and stone/ Ain't where I feel you, anyway

KC told me that she hasn't visited Jaxon's grave since his funeral.

I drive your truck/ I roll every window down/ And I burn up/ Every backroad in this town/ I find a field; I tear it up/ 'Til all the pain's a cloud of dust/ Yes, sometimes, I drive your truck

I've cussed, I've prayed, I've said goodbye/ I've shook my fist and asked God why/ These days, when I'm missin' you this much

I drive your truck/ I roll every window down/ And I burn up/ Every backroad in this town/ I find a field; I tear it up/ 'Til all the pain's a cloud of dust/ Yes, sometimes/ Brother, sometimes, I drive your truck

I drive your truck/ I hope you don't mind/ I hope you don't mind/ I drive your truck

KC finished up the piano.

She looked down and put her finger through the ring around her neck and held it. She looked at me. I smiled at her. I reached out my hand and she took it in her other hand. I looked at her right hand; then at her wrist, seeing the scar that was made over a year ago by Derrick.

When we got off, Lucas hugged both of us.

"Thanks, guys," he told us.

I drove KC, Aaron, and I over to her apartment to watch a movie. We picked a comedy.

As we were watching, I intertwined my left hand with her right one. She closed her hand in mine. I lifted up her arm and kissed the scar on her wrist. She looked over at me. She let go of my hand, and moved closer, laying on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her. I looked at her head and where some of her hair was moved, I could see the scar on her head that she told me her father caused. She told me that's why she's never had short hair since after she had cancer. She doesn't want it to be noticeable.

She started laughing at a scene in the movie along with Aaron. I smiled. I started laughing too when I saw what was happening on the screen.

"I love you," I whispered in her ear.

"I love you, too," she whispered back.

We continued watching the movie, laughing as we did. I love both of their laughs.