Puzzle (Sequel to Puzzle Pieces)

The Coloring Phase

**Hunter's POV**
Everybody, they think they know us,
They think they've got us figured out,
Waste their words just trying to tell us,
How the typical, predictable, young love turns out

But little do they know girl, we've got a fast car
A James Dean spirit and a Norma Jean heart.
This blank sheet of paper has been waiting forever,
So baby just tell me where you wanna start

You and I can fall as hard as we want
Make the story all our own and blow Shakespeare's mind,
It's ours to write, it's our love and it's our life
And right or wrong, we'll write our own storyline

I looked out at the crowd as I sang. I saw her everywhere. Ella. It was driving me crazy. And it was only a month into the tour.

I finished the show and quickly ran backstage, grabbing a water bottle.

"Great show guys," I said to the band as I entered the bus and walked to the back.

I picked up my phone and saw that I had two messages from Ella.

"Do good tonight:)" the first message read.

Along with "Blake colored all over the wall:)))"

I laughed quietly as I replied to her.

Even though it shouldn't be something funny, it was still kinda cute and it made me miss them even more.

"That's cute. Miss yall," I pressed send and smiled to myself.

"Cleaning it up isn't gonna be cute!" I laughed at her response.

I thought about Blake's coloring phase. Right now that's all she wants to do. She draws and she colors. Normally she'll take her tiny, four year old hand and grab my hand that was five times the size of hers. She would pull it and make me sit in a chair at the kitchen table while she drew.

Thinking about her made me miss her even more.

And Ella.

Ella. The cute face she makes when I watch Blake draw. She scruffs her nose and grins while she pretends that I can't see her taking a picture of Blake and I.

I should probably stop thinking about them now that I have tears streaming down my face as I smile at the thought of them.