From A Broken Home. (Sky Media Fan fiction)

Our Song

I got my radio out my bag. It was a little boom box. I grabbed my ear buds and plugged them in I laid down and started listening to it. Ross leaned foreword and looked at me. I took the ear buds out and leaned foreword too.
"What?"
"What are you listening to?'
"The radio."
"Is that an old style boom box?"
"Yeah..."
"You know I don't mind if you unplug your ear buds. Wearing ear buds while you sleep is bad. You can strangle yourself." He leaned back.
"You sure it won't keep you awake."
"No."
"Ok."
I unplugged the ear buds and the music was so loud. I turned down and heard Max yell.
"Seranade! I know that's your radio turn it down!"
"I just did go to sleep!"
So now it was loud enough for me and Ross to hear it. Then Taylor Swift's song Our song came on Me and Ross both sang along
(Play song)
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on my heart
I look around, turn the radio down
He says, "Baby, is something wrong?"
I say, "Nothin', I was just thinkin' how we don't have a song"
And he said,

Our song is a slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone, and you talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh, on the first date
Man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have
And when I got home, before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again

I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day
Had gone all wrong and been trampled on
And lost and thrown away
Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bed
I almost didn't notice all the roses
And the note that said,

Our song is a slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone, and you talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh, on the first date
Man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have
And when I got home, before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again

I've heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song

'Cause our song is a slamming screen door
Sneaking out late, tapping on his window
When we're on the phone, and he talks real slow
'Cause it's late, and his mama don't know
Our song is the way he laughs, on the first date
Man, I didn't kiss him, and I should have
And when I got home, before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again
Play it again, oh yeah, oh, oh, yeah

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I wrote down our song

I hope you enjoyed this chapter Polka Dots
I'm Dottie and I'll see you Polka Dots later and Remember Always turn Left.