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nothing to offer you. I can’t be who you want me to be; that girl you knew, she no longer exists.” Finally her blue eyes look into mine and I see it. There is light, it just needs the right spark to set it aflame. I’ll be that spark or I will die trying. I will see the light in those beautiful blue eyes again
It’s been two weeks since Sam told me about her past, her secret. In those two weeks, we have gotten closer than I could imagine. She isn’t ready for a relationship just yet, but we hang out all the time. I also opened up the store Uncle Scott talked to me about. It’ s going to do pretty damn well I think. Who knew so many people in small town Hickory liked music?
I’m strumming on a guitar along with a kid who hangs out sometimes, just playing a few chords. The kid can’t be more than thirteen years old and when Sam walks in wearing short cut-off jeans and a purple tank top and cowboy boots, he can’t help but stare . Anybody that looks at her would think that her outfit doesn’t fit the tattoo and the hair, but that is the Sam I remember.
“Eyes off kid,” I mumble and he laughs.
“Dude, I don’t think so. She’s smokin’.” This kid is looking for a bruising.
“Hey babe,” I smile and kiss her on the cheek and she blushes when the kid whistles. I don’t think she’s used to the attention, but damn if you’re going to wear an outfit like that people are going to stare. They can’t help it; it’s like a mosquito attracted to the blue lights in a bug zapper.
“Hey, I was looking for a new guitar and someone told me you were the place to come.” She smiles and bites her lip and I groan. Is she really trying to make me hard in my store? This shit can’t be happening.
“Well ma’am, today is your lucky day. I happen to have one just for you.” I smirk, and lean in and whisper in her ear, “And if you bite your lip again, I’m going to have something else for you too.” I laugh when I see the color come back into her cheeks. That’s a goal of mine these days is making Sam blush.
“Well, Mr. Carter, if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to see the new guitar I’m about to purchase.” She smiles and heads to the back room with the acoustic guitars.
“Christopher! I will tell Lyla if you don’t quit staring at my ass! Or better yet, I’ll get your momma on the phone!” Sam says over her shoulder and I hear the kid laugh,
“Sorry Sam, you just look so good in them shorts!” he says and she turns and slaps him upside the head.
“Hey!” he yells and sets the guitar down. “Alright I’m leaving! Thanks for playing with me Jameson! I want that guitar. Can you save it for me?” he asks and I shake my head and keep walking to get Sam’s guitar.
I pull out a case and hand it to her and watch as she sits down, opens the lid, and gasps. “Jameson, really?” She looks at me with tears glistening. Damn, why does everything I do make this chick cry?
“Happy late birthday! I’ve got about five years to make up for.” I smile and she jumps up and hugs me, then sits down and pulls the guitar out of the case. It’s a nice deep purple and has her name in silver across the bottom.
“Jameson! It’s beautiful!” she squeals and plays a few chords, then tunes it and plays a few more. I smile and walk away as I hear a customer coming through the door.
“Hey man, where is she?” Luke asks me and listens hearing someone strumming. “Gave it to her huh?” He laughs softly and shakes his head.
“I love her man. I am going to prove it.” I shrug and sit down behind the counter while Luke sits down. “So, um she told you?” He looks at me and in that instant I realize he knows I know.
“Yeah man, and I want to kill those fuckers,” I roar and he looks at me.
“Sam did a pretty good job getting them to jail, and I’m pretty sure they are getting a lot worse than Sam ever did. They were pretty boys.” I can’t help but laugh at him and he scowls
It’s been two weeks since Sam told me about her past, her secret. In those two weeks, we have gotten closer than I could imagine. She isn’t ready for a relationship just yet, but we hang out all the time. I also opened up the store Uncle Scott talked to me about. It’ s going to do pretty damn well I think. Who knew so many people in small town Hickory liked music?
I’m strumming on a guitar along with a kid who hangs out sometimes, just playing a few chords. The kid can’t be more than thirteen years old and when Sam walks in wearing short cut-off jeans and a purple tank top and cowboy boots, he can’t help but stare . Anybody that looks at her would think that her outfit doesn’t fit the tattoo and the hair, but that is the Sam I remember.
“Eyes off kid,” I mumble and he laughs.
“Dude, I don’t think so. She’s smokin’.” This kid is looking for a bruising.
“Hey babe,” I smile and kiss her on the cheek and she blushes when the kid whistles. I don’t think she’s used to the attention, but damn if you’re going to wear an outfit like that people are going to stare. They can’t help it; it’s like a mosquito attracted to the blue lights in a bug zapper.
“Hey, I was looking for a new guitar and someone told me you were the place to come.” She smiles and bites her lip and I groan. Is she really trying to make me hard in my store? This shit can’t be happening.
“Well ma’am, today is your lucky day. I happen to have one just for you.” I smirk, and lean in and whisper in her ear, “And if you bite your lip again, I’m going to have something else for you too.” I laugh when I see the color come back into her cheeks. That’s a goal of mine these days is making Sam blush.
“Well, Mr. Carter, if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to see the new guitar I’m about to purchase.” She smiles and heads to the back room with the acoustic guitars.
“Christopher! I will tell Lyla if you don’t quit staring at my ass! Or better yet, I’ll get your momma on the phone!” Sam says over her shoulder and I hear the kid laugh,
“Sorry Sam, you just look so good in them shorts!” he says and she turns and slaps him upside the head.
“Hey!” he yells and sets the guitar down. “Alright I’m leaving! Thanks for playing with me Jameson! I want that guitar. Can you save it for me?” he asks and I shake my head and keep walking to get Sam’s guitar.
I pull out a case and hand it to her and watch as she sits down, opens the lid, and gasps. “Jameson, really?” She looks at me with tears glistening. Damn, why does everything I do make this chick cry?
“Happy late birthday! I’ve got about five years to make up for.” I smile and she jumps up and hugs me, then sits down and pulls the guitar out of the case. It’s a nice deep purple and has her name in silver across the bottom.
“Jameson! It’s beautiful!” she squeals and plays a few chords, then tunes it and plays a few more. I smile and walk away as I hear a customer coming through the door.
“Hey man, where is she?” Luke asks me and listens hearing someone strumming. “Gave it to her huh?” He laughs softly and shakes his head.
“I love her man. I am going to prove it.” I shrug and sit down behind the counter while Luke sits down. “So, um she told you?” He looks at me and in that instant I realize he knows I know.
“Yeah man, and I want to kill those fuckers,” I roar and he looks at me.
“Sam did a pretty good job getting them to jail, and I’m pretty sure they are getting a lot worse than Sam ever did. They were pretty boys.” I can’t help but laugh at him and he scowls