of it, and I imagine yanking the rest of it out as well. I swallow hard and wonder once again why I invited her here.
“Hey,” she says in her soft voice.
I nod and step aside. “Come in.”
She brushes past me, her sweet scent washing over me.
After closing the door I say, “Star, this is my brother Tate. He lives here.”
“Nice to meet you.” She thrusts out her hand , and he shakes it.
“ Tate was actually just leaving,” I add.
“But I can stay if you need some help with your songwriting.” Tate smirks at me.
“Oh, are you a musician too?” Star asks in her kind, innocent way.
“No, he’s not.” I give him a sharp look.
“What Beckett means is that I’m no longer in a band ,” Tate clarifies. “But yes, I am a musician.”
I clamp my hand on his shoulder. “Well, you better get going to that thing you have tonight.”
“Ah, yes, wouldn’t want to be late for that thing.” Tate says sarcastically, and I want to kick him in the shin. Star looks on with amusement as Tate heads out the door. I exhale once he’s gone.
“I didn’t know you lived with your brother,” Star says.
“Yeah, well, he’s in the construction business and he works all over. So, he’s not always around.”
“You two seem close.”
I rub the back of my neck. I don’t usually talk this much to girls about my life and it’s making me nervous. “Yeah, I guess. Anyway, you want something to drink or eat or anything?” I feel like an idiot, but I honestly have no idea how to behave. This is literally the first time I’ve had to play host to someone.
“No, I’m okay.”
“So.” I tap the notebook still pressed to her chest. “Is that your songwriting book?”
“Yeah, it is.” She smiles.
“Then let’s get to it.”
9
Star
After scrawling the words on the paper, I look up at Beckett while chewing on the end of my pen. "Okay, what about this? You're my sunny sky, the gentle breeze, making me weak in the knees."
Beckett raises a brow, the side of his mouth curling upward. "Seriously, Star?"
My stomach clenches. I release my notebook and it falls into my lap. "What?"
"It's just that songwriting is about reaching deep inside of yourself and exposing your raw feelings. These lyrics are shallow. It's like you're afraid to do more than scratch the surface."
"Well, I'm sorry that my songs aren't all sad and depressing like yours, but that doesn't mean my lyrics are shallow. I happen to be an upbeat person. These are my feelings."
"Really?" Beckett leans forward, a small smile on his lips. He's so close his breath feathers over my skin. "Then tell me who makes you weak in the knees, Star."
I swallow hard to slow the beating of my heart and sit back. "No one."
"But you said those were your raw feelings. Were you lying to me, Star?"
"No, I mean...well..." I sputter, feeling stupid. "I mean, it's what I want, I guess."
"You want someone to make you weak in the knees." Beckett smirks. "Interesting."
I take a deep breath, willing my heart to slow down. Reaching down, I flip to a clean page in my notebook. "Okay, so you don't like those lyrics. I'll write something different."
Beckett stands up. "What about the song you sang when I first met you?"
I look up from the blank page. "But you already know it. I thought you wanted something new and fresh."
"I do." Beckett walks toward his kitchen. I try not to openly gawk at his backside. "I was just wondering who you wrote that song for."
"Oh." I swallow back the disgust, thinking of Spencer. "I wrote that for my ex boyfriend."
After reaching in his fridge and pulling out a couple of bottled waters, Beckett turns to me. "And did you write a song about him after you broke up?"
I shake my head.
"Why not?" He swaggers back into the room.
"There was no reason to. I didn't want to think about him anymore at all." Honestly, I was so hurt over our breakup that I could barely crawl out of bed for weeks, let alone write a song about it.
Beckett
“Hey,” she says in her soft voice.
I nod and step aside. “Come in.”
She brushes past me, her sweet scent washing over me.
After closing the door I say, “Star, this is my brother Tate. He lives here.”
“Nice to meet you.” She thrusts out her hand , and he shakes it.
“ Tate was actually just leaving,” I add.
“But I can stay if you need some help with your songwriting.” Tate smirks at me.
“Oh, are you a musician too?” Star asks in her kind, innocent way.
“No, he’s not.” I give him a sharp look.
“What Beckett means is that I’m no longer in a band ,” Tate clarifies. “But yes, I am a musician.”
I clamp my hand on his shoulder. “Well, you better get going to that thing you have tonight.”
“Ah, yes, wouldn’t want to be late for that thing.” Tate says sarcastically, and I want to kick him in the shin. Star looks on with amusement as Tate heads out the door. I exhale once he’s gone.
“I didn’t know you lived with your brother,” Star says.
“Yeah, well, he’s in the construction business and he works all over. So, he’s not always around.”
“You two seem close.”
I rub the back of my neck. I don’t usually talk this much to girls about my life and it’s making me nervous. “Yeah, I guess. Anyway, you want something to drink or eat or anything?” I feel like an idiot, but I honestly have no idea how to behave. This is literally the first time I’ve had to play host to someone.
“No, I’m okay.”
“So.” I tap the notebook still pressed to her chest. “Is that your songwriting book?”
“Yeah, it is.” She smiles.
“Then let’s get to it.”
9
Star
After scrawling the words on the paper, I look up at Beckett while chewing on the end of my pen. "Okay, what about this? You're my sunny sky, the gentle breeze, making me weak in the knees."
Beckett raises a brow, the side of his mouth curling upward. "Seriously, Star?"
My stomach clenches. I release my notebook and it falls into my lap. "What?"
"It's just that songwriting is about reaching deep inside of yourself and exposing your raw feelings. These lyrics are shallow. It's like you're afraid to do more than scratch the surface."
"Well, I'm sorry that my songs aren't all sad and depressing like yours, but that doesn't mean my lyrics are shallow. I happen to be an upbeat person. These are my feelings."
"Really?" Beckett leans forward, a small smile on his lips. He's so close his breath feathers over my skin. "Then tell me who makes you weak in the knees, Star."
I swallow hard to slow the beating of my heart and sit back. "No one."
"But you said those were your raw feelings. Were you lying to me, Star?"
"No, I mean...well..." I sputter, feeling stupid. "I mean, it's what I want, I guess."
"You want someone to make you weak in the knees." Beckett smirks. "Interesting."
I take a deep breath, willing my heart to slow down. Reaching down, I flip to a clean page in my notebook. "Okay, so you don't like those lyrics. I'll write something different."
Beckett stands up. "What about the song you sang when I first met you?"
I look up from the blank page. "But you already know it. I thought you wanted something new and fresh."
"I do." Beckett walks toward his kitchen. I try not to openly gawk at his backside. "I was just wondering who you wrote that song for."
"Oh." I swallow back the disgust, thinking of Spencer. "I wrote that for my ex boyfriend."
After reaching in his fridge and pulling out a couple of bottled waters, Beckett turns to me. "And did you write a song about him after you broke up?"
I shake my head.
"Why not?" He swaggers back into the room.
"There was no reason to. I didn't want to think about him anymore at all." Honestly, I was so hurt over our breakup that I could barely crawl out of bed for weeks, let alone write a song about it.
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