All You Need Is Love

Chapter 14

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*Michael's POV*

"Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play! And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate! Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake! Shake it off, shake it off!" Nicole sings at the top of her lungs while dancing in her seat and whipping her hair.

I'm laughing uncontrollably at her dramatization of every word while I try to keep my hands steady on the steering wheel.

She looks over at me. "I love this song, don't you?"

"Yeah," I say between laughs. "it's a good one."

She drops her jaw and tilts her head at me. "Just 'good'? It's amazing! I mean the whole message of it, not paying attention to the haters? Iconic."

I look at her and smile. "You're so cute; you and your teenybopper music." I say while reaching up to pinch her cheek.

She scoffs at me and swats my hand away playfully. "Taylor Swift is not a 'teenybopper' artist." She says while raising an eyebrow at me.

"Yes, she is." I say, nodding my head vigorously as if that would help to prove my point.

She crosses her arms and looks away from me. "Okay, then, Grandpa. What do you listen to?"

I laugh and gesture towards the radio. "Tune to 104.7."

She rolls her eyes and reaches for the knob. She adjusts it until the static can no longer be heard and the melody begins to pour out from the speakers.

"Little Red Corvette." She says. "Prince."

I look at her, surprised. "You know it?"

"Of course! My major is music after all."  She reaches for the volume, turns it up, then sits back in her seat and closes her eyes.

I let mine fall upon her for a moment- I have never seen someone look so beautiful and content. Like anything could happen in that moment, and no matter what it was, it couldn't interfere with her feelings.

"I guess I should've closed my eyes
When you drove me to the place where your horses run free
'Cause I felt a little ill when I saw all the pictures
Of the jockeys that were there before me
Believe it or not, I started to worry
I wondered if I had enough class
But it was Saturday night, I guess that makes it all right
And you say, "Baby, have you got enough gas?", Oh yeah..."