A/N- hey, alls. Please don't kill me for not updating Titanium, don't worry, I'm working on it! Anyway, here's Chapter 2!
Disclaimer: I don't own KOTLC, or the song.
Sophie's POV
I was surprised. Fitz actually wasn't that bad. He was funny, smart, and nothing like he was in front of the media. Plus, he liked country music. Not many people in my school did
We were in math, right before lunch. I was lost in thought about a song I was writing, when the bell rang. We headed to our lockers.
"Hey, Fitz," I said, "why don't you sit with me and my friends at lunch today?"
Fitz seemed surprised. "Really? I thought you hated me. When did we become official friends?"
"I did hate you. When you first came. And, there's nothing really official about becoming friends. You sitting at our table, or what?"
"Sure. Let's go."
When we got to the cafeteria, there were begs and pleas from every table with a girl at it for Fitz to sit with them. Three weeks, and the still couldn't get over the celebrity. He followed me to a table with only five other people at it. Two of my friends, Biana and Marella, giggled when he sat down at our table. I raised an eyebrow, and they gave me a knowing look. I shook my head at their girlyness. Keefe, Dex, and Jensi just looked at us weird.
"Fitz, this is Marella, Dex, Keefe, Biana, and Jensi. Guys, this is Fitz. One fan girl moment, and you're out," I added, glaring at the girls. They gave me an innocent look. Fitz and I sat down, and the chatter started up again. Fitz started talking to the guys, while the girls sucked me into their conversation.
"OMG," Biana said, "are you excited for the Fall Dance?"
"Yes!" Marella shrieked. "Do you know what the theme is?"
"Yeah," I replied, less enthusiastically. "It's a country theme. I'm singing."
"Really?" Fitz asked, joining in. "I am, too."
"Cool." I was kind of looking forward to this, now.
"Fitz," Biana ordered, "talk to the boys. For your sake, do not listen to a girl's conversation."
Fitz complied, and Marella and Biana looked at me expectantly. "What?" I asked.
"You know," Marella said.
"No, I don't." I was confused.
"We want to know." Biana explained, not very well.
"Know what." I was getting annoyed.
"If you and Fitz are..." Marella trailed off.
I realized what they meant, and rolled my eyes. "No, we're not dating. We're just friends."
"That's what they all say!" Biana sang. Marella nodded.
"You two are impossible." I said exasperated.
"Well, you at least like him, right?" Marella inquired. The two were in, like, perfect sync.
"Yeah, as a friend. Nothing more." I said.
"Suuuuure." they both said. I sighed, and pulled out my songbook.
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Fitz and I were sitting in the oak tree, working on songs for the dance on Friday. So far, we had a bunch for him, since he was the main act, a few for me, and now we were writing a duet. He also insisted he had a few songs of his own, and he wanted to surprise me. We finished off the song, and sang it.
{Fitz Sophie Both}
Rearview crosses
Railroad ties
Oh, Hail Marys
Friday nights
Heartbeat baby
Low-beam lights
God, I miss when you were mine
Back when that song was a song
I could sing along without
Thinking bout you every time it
Came on
Every beat, every line, every word, every time
When a road was a road
I could roll on through without
Wishing that empty seat was you
Money was gas, dreams were dust,
Love was fast and we were us
Shotgun sunset
A cool mint kiss
Backseat promise
Breaking it
Floorboard feeling
County lines
God, I miss when you were mine
Back when that song was a song
I could sing along without
Thinking bout you every time it
Came on
Every beat, every line, every word, every time
When a road was a road
I could roll on through without
Wishing that empty seat was you
Money was gas, dreams were dust,
Love was fast and we were us
In a sleepy town, just jumping in
Far too young to know that summers end
We were us, we can't go back
It's what it is, but God I miss
Back when that song was a song
I could sing along without
Thinking bout you every time it
Came on
Every beat, every line, every word, every time
When a road was a road
I could roll on through without
Wishing that empty seat was you
Money was gas, dreams were dust,
Love was fast and we were us
Every beat, every line, every word, every single time
I just close my eyes and you're ridin shotgun
You and me, baby, on the run
{I miss you baby}
I miss you baby
Still with you baby
I can feel your heartbeat, baby
I sang the last note, and looked at Fitz. It was so much fun singing with him. He really was a great singer. "Sounds good, what do you think."
He grinned at me. "I think it sounds great. Do you think we have enough songs?"
"Well, we wrote five for me, five for you, and two duets-"
"Plus, I have three songs chosen that I will sing."
"So, we have fifteen songs. Yeah, I think we're good, because we don't have to sing the entire time."
"Cool. Should we head home?"
"What time is it?"
"About seven thirty."
Wow, I didn't realize we had been here that long. "Yeah, probably. I'm starting to get hungry, anyways."
We jumped down, and started home.
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Fitz's POV
God, I loved singing with Sophie. She had an amazing voice, and the notes she wrote blended together in perfect harmony. I couldn't wait to sing at the dance. I was super nervous, though. Not about singing with her, but the three songs I had chosen. They were her three favorites, and I didn't want to mess this up. Friday night could either end out really well, or really, really bad.
When we got home, Sophie's parents were talking to someone. Someone I knew very well.
"Dad?" I asked. "What are you doing here?"
My dad turned to me. "Why, taking my son back to Hollywood to focus on his music. You're album is being released soon, and you still need to record one of the songs."
My dad also happened to be my record manager. I usually didn't mind it. For the most part, I got to do what I wanted. But, he sometimes had his own ideas. Like right now, for instance. "Dad, I'm not going back to Hollywood. Believe it or not, I like it here. I've had a better time here in one month than I ever did anywhere with you my whole life. Deal."
"Absolutely not. It's not a choice. Either you come back, or I'm dropping your label."
"Okay."
"Good, the plane tickets are already-"
'No, dad. Not 'okay, I'll go with you.' I mean, 'okay, drop me as a client.' I never liked being a rock singer, anyway. I'll find someone else."
"No. As your father, I command that you come home."
Sophie's dad, who had been watching in silence, stepped in. "Actually, we are his legal guardians, now. When he transferred, you signed legal custody to us. So, as his adoptive parents, we say that it should be his choice."
"And I choose to stay here. Goodbye." I said, turning away from my father. I went upstairs to my room.
A/N- Okay, that's chapter 2! The song was We Were Us, by Keith Urban ft. Miranda Lambert.