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Almost Unbreakable

Never Made It Home

"Oh my god, I love this song!" Daisy exclaimed from the passengers seat. She was flipping through stations as we drove home from my day at the studio and stopped it on some country station.

"What? Country?" I shook my head.

"Yes! It's called Riding With Private Malone! It's my favorite song from my childhood! My papa used to sing it with me all the time." She smiled. I had met her grandfather. He was the only person in her family that lived in Ohio and he was a great man. Basically Daisy's father. Unfortunately he passed away, which was news to me. Daisy told me when we started dating again and I was heart broken. Not only was he an inspiration to me, but he was Daisy's whole world. She begged me to meet him and I was so glad I did.

The song playing was about a man who just got out of service in the army and he had a thousand dollars. He spent it on an old car, which was said to be a Chevy but was actually a 66 Corvette. The car was previously owned by a man named Private Andrew Malone who died in his service to the army, and had left his car at home. He left a letter explaining it all and saying that he would always be riding with Private Malone. The guy who bought it fixed the car up and Everytime he rode in it he thought he saw Andrew Malone. Then he got in to a fiery crash and people who witnessed it said they saw a soldier pull him out of he car.

Daisy was was singing every single word. It made me smile the way she seemed so happy listening to it.

Once it ended she said, "Isn't that just the greatest song!?"

"It's pretty good." I grinned and she glanced over at me.

"What?"

"Nothing." I said, still smiling.

"Your smiling like an idiot, why?" She pressed.

"I just.." I shook my head, still smiling, "I love how much you enjoy the little things. It makes me love you even more."

She laid her head on my shoulder, "It makes me think of him."

"I know." I said, kissing her temple.

"I wish my papa had raised me." She sighed.

"Me too." I agreed, "He was an amazing man."

"I just want to talk to him one more time." She swallowed hard. "To thank him for being a father to me when mine wasn't."

"I remember meeting him for the first time." I chuckled.

"He loved you! Ever since he met you, he told me. Always, that ones a keeper, Daisy. You better marry that boy." She grinned at the memory.

"He knew all along." I said.

"He was always so wise." She sighed, "It was like he knew we'd break up and then get back together."

"I honestly can't believe I'm sitting here with you." I shook my head, "Daisy, I gave up on love when we left Ohio. I was a wreck, crying and drinking and crying more. The only thing that made me feel better was music and my fans. Then I started getting tattoos for you and writing all of my songs for you. I was and still am nothing without you."

She had tears streaming down her face as she looked at me, "That's how I was. I just buried myself in my school work, and tried to forget. Then, my parents set me up with Brett and...you know the rest."

"I know the rest because that's where our story starts up again and guess what?" I smirked.

"What?"

"It's never going to end." I pulled into the parking lot of our building and parked the car. Then I turned to Daisy and smashed my lips to hers. Her hands trailed into my hair and pulled on my semi-long locks. I securely planted my hands on her hips and rubbed circles into her protruding bones.

After a few minutes we both pulled away but only cause of lack of oxygen. "I love you." She said.

"I love you too, Daisy, more than anything." I sighed.

"Come on, dinner isn't going to cook itself now is it?" She smirked and got out of the car. I followed her up to our apartment and once we got inside flopped down on the couch. We had started recording our new album and I was tired everyday we came home from the studio. Daisy came with me most of the time since she wanted to hear me sing. It gave me more of an incentive. If I finished recording I could hold my girlfriend.

It felt so good to say that. My girlfriend.

Notes

I know a lot of people on here probably don't like country but that song Riding With Privage Malone, it's incredible. I recommend everyone go and listen to it because I never get tired of it.

Comments

Is it bad that I cried? I can't believe that it's over. This was such an amazing story.

<3

Ellie-phant Ellie-phant
11/13/14

Awwh, so damn cute.
I was in labor with my son for 58 hours, and it was all natural. Painful doesn't begin to describe child birth.. haha. <3

Ellie-phant Ellie-phant
10/30/14

Awwwwwwwwwww I'm freaking out sooooo cuuute BABIES AWWWWWWWW

Water birth water births (according to my mom and many women on the internet website known as YouTube) are almost painless completely so if done right