Second Place
A Soundtrack Is Born
(Part Two)
Disclaimer: Check out chapter 1 – Thank you!
Pairing: Ross/Laura/Riker
Author's Note: "You Can Come To Me" by Ross Lynch & Laura Marano (Austin & Ally soundtrack: Turn It Up!); "Na Na Na (the Summer Song)" by Ross Lynch (Austin & Ally soundtrack)
SP*SP*SP
It was a few days later when Laura found Riker in the living room of the Lynch house. He was sitting on the couch, the television muted, as he scribbled something in a spiral notebook. She'd just gotten back from a day of filming with Ross, Raini, and Calum, and she wanted some alone time with her boyfriend. She felt like she'd been neglecting him, especially since her schedule had filled up. If she wasn't filming, she was in the studio or rehearsing. It didn't help that their trip to Miami was also fast approaching.
"Hey, Riker," she greeted quietly, not wanting to disturb him.
The blonde bassist instantly looked up. He smiled widely. "Hey, babe," he greeted back. "Are you done filming today?"
Laura nodded, happily taking the seat next to him. "Yup," she answered, popping the P. "They don't need us back until tomorrow morning." Cuddling into his side, she breathed a sigh of relief as his comforting scent washed over her and his arm wrapped around her shoulders. "What are you working on?"
"Watching you and Ross sing the duet gave me an idea. I thought it would be cool if we wrote one for the movie, not just use the one Disney wrote."
"Really? What did you come up with so far?"
Riker smiled boyishly as he handed her his notebook. "It might be a little rough right now, but I've been bouncing suggestions off of Rocky, so I think it's pretty good," he said.
Laura's eyes scanned over the lyrics. The smile on her face grew bigger and bigger the more she read. "Oh, this is amazing, Riker," she breathed out. "They're gonna love it."
"You think so?" he asked, sounding unsure.
She beamed at him. Laying the book down, she wrapped her arms around his neck as she flipped a leg over him, straddling him with their chests an inch away from touching. "I know so," she whispered tenderly. "You know, Riker, it has occurred to me that we haven't been spending a lot time together lately…"
"Yeah?" he questioned quietly. He placed his hands on her waist, his fingers gripping her and bringing her closer to his body until they were flushed against each other. "We should fix that, shouldn't we?"
"Mm, yeah, we should." She pressed her lips against his, sighing in pleasure as he instantly kissed her back. When his tongue brushed against her mouth, she moaned and let him slip inside her warm, moist cavern. God, how had she gone so long without this? Without him? And his kisses?
Suddenly, Riker stood, their lips still attached, and Laura giggled as he started fumbling his way to somewhere more private, her legs hiked up around his waist. Obviously she hadn't been the only one missing their intimate moments of just being together, as a couple.
Laura released another giggle when he stumbled lightly on the stairs. She was amazed they hadn't crashed into anything or knocked something down, seeing as how he wouldn't let their lips disconnect for even a second.
Riker fumbled with his doorknob, almost wanting to kick the whole thing down when he couldn't get it open the first couple of tries. When the wooden barrier finally swung open, he quickly entered, kicking the offending object closed behind him.
Climbing semi-clumsily into the middle of his bed, he laid his precious cargo down, caging her in with his arms on either side of her head. The kiss took on a harder quality, rougher, and Laura moaned in pleasure under him. God, he loved all the little sounds she made. He couldn't get enough of them, of her.
He finally broke the kiss, panting. Trailing his lips down her neck, he made sure to kiss and suck on her most sensitive places. When he got to the juncture between her neck and shoulder, he sunk his teeth into her flesh. No doubt it would leave a sizeable mark, but he didn't care.
Laura arched her back, biting her bottom lip to keep from vocalizing how much that action turned her on. "Oh, God, Riker, please," she panted, "Don't tease me. Please."
Riker lifted his body off of her, though he hated himself for the separation, to take his shirt off, but he froze when his phone started ringing from within his pants pocket. "Ah, fuck," he sighed. "This cannot be happening."
"Don't answer it," she pleaded, running her hands over his chest to try to coax him back into undressing. "Please? Just ignore it, and pretend you didn't hear it. Okay?"
He looked down at the girl under him. Her cheeks were pleasantly flushed with arousal. Her hair was slightly tangled and spread out underneath her, like a halo almost. Her legs were also still around his waist, squeezing him, silently luring him back to ravishing her right there. And don't get him started on her eyes. Laura had always been expressive, so one could imagine what her eyes were begging him to do to her.
God, the things I want to do to her. Riker's eyes darkened with desire at the thought. He reached to remove his shirt once more but paused again when his damned phone rang. He gritted his teeth in frustration. Obviously the caller wasn't going to give him any peace until he answered.
He held up a finger in a wait-one-second gesture, and Laura pouted. Digging his phone out, he swiped his thumb across the screen to answer without even seeing who was calling.
"You better be dying right now," was his oh-so-warm greeting.
His friend from Glee, Darren Criss, replied, "Uh, no, can't say that I am." If there was a hint of bewilderment in his tone, Riker didn't care to enlighten him.
"Then the person next to you must be dying," he replied in a dry voice. "In which case, why the hell did you call me?" With that, Riker ended the call and threw his phone in the vicinity of his pillows. He smiled charmingly at Laura. "Now, where were we, babe?"
The petite brunette plucked at his shirt, eyes sparkling with pleasure. "You were going to get undressed," she supplied helpfully.
"Right." He slipped his shirt over his head, tossing the article of clothing somewhere behind him. With that obstacle gone, he leaned down to attach his lips to hers. He groaned when her hot, little hands trailed over his back and down his chest, playing with his belt buckle.
Gripping her hips with his strong hands, he jerked her up and closer until his pelvis fit snugly against the juncture between her legs. They both groaned in pleasure at the contact, and Laura worked frantically to get his pants undone.
She had just gotten his zipper down when Riker's phone began ringing again. It was obnoxiously loud in the otherwise silent room, the only sounds coming from the couple as they drove each other crazy with a touch or a kiss.
"Oh, my God," Laura sighed, falling back against the mattress, defeated.
Riker growled, his pants open and belt hanging loosely. "What the hell is it now?" he bitterly muttered. Reaching for his phone, he checked the display to see who the caller was. "Darren, what do you want?" he demanded to know, obviously frustrated with the interruptions. Was it too much to ask for a guy to have sex with his girlfriend?
"Hello to you, too, sunshine," Darren replied dryly but with a hint of amusement. "You hung up before I could tell you about the last-minute rehearsal we're having."
Apparently it was. Riker sighed, running his free hand through his blonde hair. He stared at Laura, who refused to look at him. He couldn't exactly blame her; he wanted to reach through his phone and strangle Darren and whoever planned this. But he couldn't. Not yet, anyway.
"Let me guess, it's right now."
"Yeah, pretty much," the other guy cheerfully informed him. Riker sighed again. Darren chuckled. "And let me guess – You're with Laura right now."
"You have no idea…"
Darren sympathized, but couldn't help but ask, "You guys aren't, like, in the middle of–"
"Trust me, I wouldn't have picked up at all if that were the case," Riker said pointedly.
"Ouch. Sorry, man. But, orders are orders. You're needed down at the set."
Riker scrubbed a hand over his face, trying to clear the last of the lust fogging his brain. "Yeah, yeah," he sighed, "I know, I know. I'll be down there in fifteen. See you there."
"Later, man. And sorry again."
Tapping his thumb against his screen to make sure the call ended, the blonde bassist rolled off of Laura to heavily lie beside her. He released a gusty breath, disappointed that their time was being cut short, in more ways than one.
Laura rolled onto her side, facing him. "You have to go?" she inquired, pouting the slightest bit. She understood, however. Riker liked working for Glee, so she wasn't going to complain about a little sexual frustration. It wasn't like he did it on purpose or on multiple occasions.
He sighed. "Yeah, someone scheduled a last-minute rehearsal, so they need me down there." Turning onto his side to face her, he pecked her on the lips before swiftly getting up. "I gotta go, but I'll see you when I get home."
"What time will you get back?"
Riker searched for a clean shirt to wear, his hands absently fixing his belt and pants. "Not sure, but it's probably gonna be after dinner." He flashed a smile in her direction. "Why don't you sleep in my room tonight? That way I can just slip in next to you."
Laura sat up, smiling at the thought. "Okay," she agreed. Running a hand through her hair, she fixed whatever damage she could feel. "I'll walk you out to your car."
"Thanks, babe." Slipping a shirt over his head, he straightened it before grabbing her hand to lead her out of the bedroom. "I promise I'll call you if we're going to be later than expected."
Feeling utterly domestic, she nodded. "Okay, sounds good."
The couple passed the other members of the Lynch family in the dining room and kitchen. Riker explained his call with Darren, and Stormie promised to save a plate for him. She knew they fed everyone at the studio, but she liked knowing her children weren't going hungry, especially since they worked so hard.
The bassist also informed Rocky and Ross to check out his song, which had been left in the living room. He wanted them to look over his work, and to edit anything they found wrong with it. When they nodded in understanding, Riker and Laura exited the house to get to Riker's car.
"I'll see you later," he said, kissing her lightly on the forehead.
"Drive safely."
He winked. "Of course." With that, Riker got inside and Laura stepped back as he started the engine. She stood outside until she could no longer see his headlights, then returned to the warmth of the house.
SP*SP*SP
With dinner done and Riker still gone, Laura decided to bother Ross. It wasn't like she was interrupting him – he appeared as bored as she was when she found him.
Sitting on the couch, in the basement, the blonde teen was mindlessly strumming his acoustic guitar. The brunette wasn't surprised; she would have been shocked if he hadn't been holding an instrument.
"Hey, Ross." Throwing herself into the spot next to him, she quickly got comfortable as she turned sideways to face him fully.
Ross smiled, his fingers not pausing as he played a random tune. "You look bored," he said as his way of greeting her. "What's up?"
Laura shrugged. "Have you and Rocky looked over the song Riker wrote?" she wondered.
"Yup," he answered. Grabbing said notebook, he handed it to her. "I was just practicing the music that goes with it. It should be easy – We just need an acoustic guitar." He held his up slightly to add emphasis. He raised an eyebrow. "You wanna try singing it?"
She smiled. "If you don't mind? I'm up for anything at this point."
"I got nothing better to do," he replied, smiling also. "Can you hold the notebook up though? I don't have everything memorized yet."
"No problem."
Ross adjusted his grip on the guitar as his eyes scanned over the notes he would need. "Okay, let's do a run through. We'll make any changes afterwards. Sound good?"
Laura scooted closer so he wouldn't have to lean over. "Sounds good." When he began strumming the chords, she hummed along with the melody before opening her mouth to sing.
You Can Come To Me:
Laura:
"When you're on your own
Drowning alone
And you need a rope that can pull you in
Someone will throw it"
Ross smiled as he listened to Laura sing. He'd always known she had a great voice. It was just too bad she didn't start really singing and performing until recently.
Ross:
"And when you're afraid
That you're gonna break
And you need a way to feel strong again
Someone will know it"
Shivers raced up and down her spine. She wasn't used to Ross singing in such a low voice; it almost felt too intimate, if that made any sense. Regardless, Laura wished her companion sang more often like that. It infused thoughts of satin sheets and candlelight.
Or, at least, that's what she thought.
Both:
"And even when it hurts the most
Try to have a little hope
That someone's gonna be there when you don't
When you don't
If you wanna cry, I'll be your shoulder
If you wanna laugh, I'll be your smile
If you wanna fly, I will be your sky
Anything you need that's what I'll be
You can come to me"
Laura:
"You struggle inside
Losing your mind
Fighting and trying to be yourself
When somebody lets you"
They glanced at each other as they continued to sing, their voices melding perfectly. Smiles slowly crept across their features, and Laura lightly laughed at the giddy feeling Ross gave her. It was insane the type of emotions he made her feel.
Ross:
"Out in the cold
But nowhere to go
Feeling like no one could understand
Then somebody gets you"
Both:
"So take a breath and let it go
And try to have a little hope
'Cause someone's gonna be there when you don't
When you don't
If you wanna cry, I'll be your shoulder
If you wanna laugh, I'll be your smile
If you wanna fly, I will be your sky
Anything you need, that's what I'll be
You can come to me"
He gently nudged her with his elbow, silently telling her that the song meant more to him than its actual intention. She could always come to him when she needed someone to talk to, or to just hold her when she was feeling upset.
In response, Laura's eyes turned sweet and soft. Her smile also grew bigger, and Ross's heart skipped a beat. When she gently bumped her shoulder against him, he grinned charmingly.
Laura:
"Like a chain that never breaks
Like a truth that never bends
Like a glue that takes a broken heart and puts it back again
It's the feeling that you get
It's the moment that you know
That no matter what the future holds
You'll never be alone"
Both:
"If you wanna cry, I'll be your shoulder
If you wanna laugh, I'll be your smile
If you wanna fly, I will be your sky
Anything you need, that's what I'll be
If you wanna climb, I'll be your ladder
If you wanna run, I'll be your road
If you want a friend, doesn't matter when
Anything you need, that's what I'll be
You can come to me"
Leaning closer, she sang the last line while staring directly into his eyes. Her heart was clearly displayed within her gaze, and it said that what she sang was the truth.
Laura:
"You can come to me,
Yeah"
As they continued to lock eyes, Ross slowly brought the song to an end. The last note seemed to echo around them, but neither noticed. They were too lost in each other's eyes.
"Kiss me," Laura whispered, afraid to speak any louder in case it broke the moment.
Ross smiled. "I thought you would never ask." Gently placing his guitar down, he easily brought the petite brunette into his arms, securely sitting in his lap, sideways. Her arms wrapped around his neck while his kept her in place. Then, he kissed her sweetly on the lips, like he had all night to savor her. He didn't, but it was a nice thought.
After her rather frustrating experience with Riker earlier, it wasn't surprising to Laura when she started to heat things up faster than normal with Ross. By the way he slightly froze, she could easily tell he wasn't used to her being quite so aggressive, but she couldn't help her reaction. She felt like a woman possessed.
She tore her lips away from his, trailing them down his neck to nip at his exposed skin. She loved the way he panted, clearly aroused by her unusual show of force and dominance. It made her hungrier for him; for skin-on-skin contact.
"Laura…" he breathed out, trying to calm his racing blood. It headed south faster than he imagined possible (except that time in Vegas), and he wanted to slow things down before it got out-of-hand. Before he threw his plans out the window. "Laura, we need to slow down a little…"
"No," she moaned out. "If anything, we need to speed things up, Ross." As if to prove her point, she lifted his shirt and quickly discarded it before he could react, let alone stop her.
Ross wasn't sure how it happened, but, after his shirt disappeared to who-knows-where, the brunette was suddenly pushing his knees apart as she comfortably kneeled in front of him. When he reached down to get her to stand up, she slapped his hands away and managed to get his belt buckle and zipper undone.
Then, after a little shifting around, her mouth was on him. Ross stopped breathing in shock and pleasure. "Oh God," he groaned, eyes closing tightly. His fingers instinctively tangled within her silky hair, guiding her motions to his personal liking.
Laura's tongue flicked around the swollen head. She enjoyed how fast his cock reacted, hardening within her mouth and gentle ministrations. He was so sensitive, it was no wonder he'd come so quickly the first time she'd tasted him. God, how long ago had that been? And she was only doing this again, now?
"Laura," Ross's voice strained out. She glanced up through her lashes to see his face. It was a mixture between pain and pleasure, and she loved it. "Stop… You gotta stop. I-I'm about to–"
She gave a particularly hard suck, knowing what he was trying to warn her about. Ross snapped his mouth closed, sweat beading on his brow as he tried to stop from coming down her throat. He even gently tugged at her hair, hoping she would release his member. She didn't.
"Oh, fuck," he breathed out, body tensing, and hips jerking uncontrollably.
The first shot of semen hit the back of her throat. Laura eagerly swallowed it, and the rest of what he could offer. When his member began to soften, she pumped it a couple of times to make sure nothing was left, before finally releasing him with a small pop.
Ross watched her with a semi-dazed expression. When she licked her lips with a wicked glint in her doe-like orbs, he groaned and closed his eyes. Despite just coming, his cock twitched. The brunette was too sexy for her own good. She would be the death of him.
His eyes snapped open when he felt Laura start to climb into his lap. He didn't know, exactly, what she planned, but he had a pretty good idea. The way one of her hands was reaching for his member, yeah, he assumed he was right.
Making sure not to injure her, the blonde flipped her around so that her back was against his chest, and both of her wrists were captured within one of his hands. The other made sure she didn't wiggle too much. The one thing he couldn't prevent was the way his cock was cushioned in the juncture of her legs. He was just thankful her underwear was still present under her skirt.
"Ross…" she protested, trying to break free from his grip. "Come on, we are going to have sex eventually. Why not right now?"
Trust me, I'm not stopping you because I want to, he thought, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. He needed to stay levelheaded if he wanted to keep his virginity a little longer, until his plans were more concrete. At the moment, his and Laura's relationship wasn't where he wanted it to be, so he had to hold off on the actual 'sex' part a little longer.
"Look, Laura," he tried to reason with her, "I would love nothing more than to actually be inside you, but we can't right now. Someone could walk down here at any time. We don't want that, now, do we?" That sounded like a reasonable excuse.
Laura huffed. "You know, you and Riker are definitely brothers."
By her tone, he could tell she didn't mean for that to be a compliment. "Why? Did he deny you sex, too, or something?" When? And better yet… How? Because a determined Laura was practically impossible to deny.
"Stupid Darren," she insulted with a cute pout to show she didn't really mean it, "And his dumb phone call. Riker and I were in the middle of something, and he had to go and ruin it. Stupid rehearsal, too. It got in the way of everything."
It all clicked into place, and Ross had to suppress a laugh. "Oh, I see," he said, instead. "Well, I'm sorry, Laura. I didn't mean for… everything to happen the way it did, but we seriously can't have sex yet." No, that will have to wait a bit longer.
Laura bit her bottom lip. She shifted as much as she could while Ross basically had her pinned to his chest, but it did little to relieve the pent up desire tightening within her stomach. It was becoming unbearable for her.
"Will you at least touch me?" she asked, on the verge of begging. Hell, if it got her what she wanted, she'd do it. But only for Riker or Ross. Everyone else could suck an egg or jump off a cliff for all she cared. "Please, Ross? Touch me. I need you to touch me."
Confused, he pointed out, "I am touching you."
She wiggled again. "No, not like that." Jutting her chin downward, she said, "Down there. I want you to touch me down there."
"Oh, God," he softly said, wishing he hadn't heard her. He didn't know if he could trust himself with such a task. He could end up having sex with her if things got too intense, which was highly likely. "Can't you do that on your own? I can get dressed and leave." If his voice broke a couple of times, he would never admit it.
Laura turned her head as best as she could to look into his eyes. "It's not the same, Ross. Please? I need to feel your hands on me."
Ross debated the pros and cons within his mind, but came up short on both lists. Finally, he squeezed his eyes closed and nodded. "Fine, but get up for a second. I'm going to fix my clothes." He released her, and she scrambled off him before he changed his mind.
She patiently waited while he straightened his appearance and found his shirt. The only indication she was on-edge was the way she shifted from foot to foot, and how her tongue would moisten her lips as she stared at his body. It made him shudder with pleasure, but he refused to give in to his urges.
He retook his seat on the couch, feeling both nervous and eager. "You know I've never done this before, right?"
"You'll do fine," she assured him, smiling happily. Reaching under her skirt, she shimmied her panties off and dropped them onto the floor. Ross swallowed thickly, his gaze focused on the scrap of lace, before snapping it back up to her face. "In fact, I bet you'll be a natural at it."
Laura sat in his lap, her back snug against his chest. Instead of holding her wrists again, she wrapped one of his arms around her waist and guided his opposite hand along her smooth thigh and up her skirt's hem.
Everything passed by in a blur for Ross; a blur of pleasure and touch. The brunette guided him on how to please her; on how to make her tremble with desire. How to caress her to a quick fulfillment, and how to touch her slowly, make her beg for him. It was an overall surreal experience for Ross. He could even admit to a bit of an addiction to this new activity Laura had introduced to him. Hell, she was addicting.
He didn't know how much time had passed since they'd started. All he was aware of was that the girl in his lap had climaxed a total of three times before she begged him to stop, said that she was too sensitive to keep going at the pace she'd set. Ross stopped, although reluctantly.
Pulling his hand out from under her skirt, he glanced at his shiny digits, wet with her body's fluids, before lifting them to his mouth for a taste. His eyes fluttered closed as her flavor exploded across his tongue. It was sweet with a hint of feminine musk and something simply Laura.
"That…" Laura panted, body slumped against his, "Was amazing... I knew you would be a natural." Her eyes drifted in his direction, and she groaned when she saw what he was doing. "God, Ross, don't do that."
"Do what?" he asked, sucking another finger into his mouth to clean it. His chocolate eyes twinkled devilishly, and she knew that he knew what he was doing to her.
Rolling her eyes, she rolled off his lap, and he let her go. Lying on the couch, she could feel the stickiness between her legs but couldn't move from her spot. She was spent and absolutely satiated; there was no way she could walk right now, let alone get something to clean herself up with.
Laura didn't need to worry about that, however. She didn't know how she missed it, but Ross was gone for a second before returning with a damp washcloth. Carefully, he parted her legs and gently cleaned up the evidence of her desire. By the way his pants bulged, she knew he was aroused, but he didn't seem to care or notice as he took care of her. It was sweet and very considerate of him, considering the circumstances. Geez, she'd basically attacked him.
"I'm sorry," she quietly whispered.
Ross hummed distractedly. "For what? This? It's no problem, Laura." He closed her legs, fixing her skirt like a gentleman. Then, he finally looked at her with a tender look in his eyes. "I don't mind. Besides, it wasn't like I didn't enjoy it."
"But still…"
He shook his head. "I don't want to hear it. If I honestly didn't want to do what we did, I would have stopped it. Okay?" Giving her a pointed look to keep other protests from cropping up, he tossed the washcloth onto the floor. He'd throw it into his next load of laundry but, for now, he needed to find her underwear. Finding them, he easily slipped them up her legs and back where they belong. Done. No evidence to show what they did. "There. You're presentable again," he commented in triumph.
Laura softly smiled at the blonde. "Thank you," she meaningfully said.
Ross smirked sexily. Then, with a wink, he replied, "Anytime, Laura. Anytime, at all."
SP*SP*SP
The next morning, instead of filming like they were scheduled to do, Ross and Laura found themselves in the recording studio with Will and Neo Tigarian, Laura's manager/agent. The Disney songwriters had finished another song for the movie, so the two teens needed to record it. Technically, it was supposed to be just Ross, but Laura liked watching the whole process being done. It was fascinating and she loved any learning opportunity.
Besides, she needed to talk to Neo about the songs she'd been writing. This was the perfect chance.
"Alright, Ross," Will commented, talking through his microphone to the blonde in the sound booth, "Are you ready? This will be a fairly short song, so we'll only record it a couple of times."
Ross grinned, giving the music producer a thumbs-up gesture. "Awesome. Let's do this!"
Na Na Na (the Summer Song):
"Summer love hanging in the air
Hot sand on my feet but I don't care
It's all I ever wanted
I hope it never ends
So good to get away
All day in the car but that's okay
'Cause I like like like it like that
Just chillin' with my friends"
Neo and Laura bopped their heads lightly to the beat. It was a catchy song, and they were sure it would become popular, like the other songs being featured on the album.
"So, I heard that Disney wanted to feature Crazy 4 U on the Austin & Ally soundtrack," the sapphire eyed man commented, being sure to keep his voice down as he continued to watch Ross through the glass.
Laura smiled. "Yeah, Riker told me about it. The producers really liked the song and thought it fit perfectly with the movie, so they struck a deal with R5," she replied. "They're really excited about it."
"'Cause I (I), know (know)
A summer time vacation song
And you (you), know (know)
Wherever we go you'll be singing along
Like na, na na
Na, na, na
Na, na, na
Na, na, na
Road tripping with my friends
And wherever we go this song never ends and
Turn up the radio
Drop the top and drive
Not gonna get a minute to sleep
I'll be under the boardwalk moving my feet, yeah
So come along with me
Let's have a crazy time"
"Speaking of music," Neo then commented, catching his client's full attention. She turned to face him. "How are your songs coming along? I've been talking to some record labels and even showed some samples to them. They want to meet you."
"Really?" she asked, surprised but pleasantly stunned. "They like my music? But I haven't recorded a lot…"
Neo gave her an exasperated smile. Sometimes, the brunette was too modest about her singing ability. "Of course they like it, Laura," he assured. "But with this movie still being filmed, I figured I'd give you some time to write more material before meeting them."
"'Cause I (I), know (know)
A summer time vacation song
And you (you), know (know)
Wherever we go you'll be singing along
Like na, na na
Na, na, na
Na, na, na
Na, na, na
It's such a crazy journey
But I'm not in any hurry
I'm taking my ti-i-i-i-ime
It's all I ever wanted
To not know where we're going
Enjoying the ride
Yeah, yeah"
Her expression brightened. "That's great, Neo. I've actually been writing some new stuff I wanted to run by you."
"That's good. I'll listen to it when you burn it onto a CD, and we'll go from there." Pulling out his iPhone, he began making notes. "I should start booking studio time, and I'll start setting up meetings." He looked up. "Do you want to start as soon as the movie is done? You've been pretty busy lately. I don't want to tire you out." His expression turned concerned at the end. "The last thing we need is for you to collapse from exhaustion, Laura."
Nibbling her bottom lip, her gaze drifted to Ross, who seemed lost in the music. Another blonde entered her mind, and a tender look entered her eyes.
And, like that, she knew what she was going to do.
"'Cause I (I), know (know)
A summer time vacation song
And you (you), know (know)
Wherever we go you'll be singing along
Like na, na na
Na, na, na
Na, na, na
Na, na, na"
"I'll take some time off before meeting with the record labels… I'm thinking about going on a vacation to Canada. With Riker."