Page 143 of Before We're More Than Friends
But you still fell for me
But you still fell for me
I felt like such a
“Um,” I said. “What’s an appropriate word that rhymes with disaster?”
Dallas looked at my lyrics before doing a quick search on his phone. “We have master, faster, pastor, plaster?—”
I leaned over and studied the list. “Let’s try faster.” I quickly wrote down the first lyrics that came to mind.
My mind spins faster
As you sit by me
As you sit by me
What a happily ever after.
“This sucks,” I said, my confidence dipping. “Maybe I’m the last person you should be doing this with.”
“I’m sure we can figure it out,” Dallas said, rubbing the bracelets on my wrist. “Let’s keep trying.”
I nodded before crossing out what I wrote and trying something new.
Time passes by faster
As you wrap your arms around me
As you wrap your arms around me
Is this my happily ever after?
I groaned. “This still isn’t right. I can’t rack my brain for what else would work.” I scratched my forehead. My thoughts usually raced all the time. Why couldn’t I come up with song material?
“I know the feeling.” Dallas sighed before scribbling something in his notebook. I looked over to see that he was writing notes and not another verse. When he was done, he looked at me and said, “What was something between us that happened fast? That wasn’t expected?”
“Well, we became friends fast. Both on paper and in real life.” I looked up at the night sky, hoping for inspiration to strike. A near-full moon shined above.You’re my freaking moonlight.“You didn’t expect me to fall for you, but I fell even faster.”
He smiled and wrote something down in his notebook. When he was done, he showed it to me. “How does this sound?”
And you fell even faster
Than I’d fallen for you
Than I’d fallen for you
Is this my happily ever after?
“I love it,” I said. “You captured how I feel about you better than I could.”
He shrugged. “It just popped into my mind. If we keep working together, we’ll come up with something for Battle of the Bands. Unless Hayden or Caleb write a song they want to use.” He wrapped his arm around me, the warmth of his jacket comforting me. “Or unless we want to keep it to ourselves.”
“We’ll see,” I said with a grin, resting my head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat. It was faster than it was earlier, thrumming a fast-paced melody in my ears. “Is it wrong that I love that your heart races whenever you’re near me?” I asked as I looked into the deep pools of brown in his eyes. “Because you do the same to mine.”
“It’s not wrong at all.” The softness in his husky voice sent a tingle down my spine. “You’ve done this to me ever since we met.” His lips pursed. “When did you start falling for me? Before you realized you loved me back?”
“I’m not sure.” I listened to his heartbeat for a few moments, trying to remember when I first started feeling flutters. There was the time at his birthday party, but they were very faint. It didn’t compare to how he started making me feel once our band kicked into gear. The way he sang with passion, looking at me like I was the only person in the room. The way he beat me for the lead singer role but still wanted me to lead with him.
