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off of the same album. “Please tell me MT is your favorite album of theirs?”
He nodded, laughing.
“Oh, fuck yeah. Every single song on there is a winner, and I’ll forever love Sum for giving me that album for my twentieth birthday,” he said. “I honestly don’t know how they’re going to top that album. I mean, Haven’t Had Enough was amazing, but I don’t know if the entire Ever After album is going to be as good as Masterpiece Theatre.”
I shook my head frantically. “Oh, no.” I grabbed his hand and gave him the saddest expression. “You mean you haven’t heard all of Ever After yet?” When he shook his head, I patted his hand gently. “It’s gonna be okay, Hayden. I got it as an early birthday present from my sister Cecilia. I’ll let you borrow it, because I promise, you haven’t lived until you’ve heard Fallout or B Team off of that album.” I paused, grinning at him again. “And honestly, I can’t believe you love Rascal Flatts! Their song, What Hurts The Most was my number eleven song, so they barely missed the list. There’s not a single song of theirs that I don’t like.”
“Agreed. I think their best album was Unstoppable—which, by the way, their song of the same name was my number eleven song. Yes, I love them that much.”
I laughed, looking over to my right in time to see Summer heading over to us with our plates.
She set them down on the table, then flashed me a smile. “Enjoy, guys!” she exclaimed.
By the time we’d finished our meal, I knew that I’d definitely made the right decision in letting Hayden order for me. What he’d picked was amazing, and it tasted better than I could have imagined. We’d finished our lunch and ordered dessert to go, each of us getting a slice of the seven layer chocolate cake that his best friend had recommended.
We still had about two hours before I’d promised Nic and Colin I would be home, so Hayden and I were walking around the festival, visiting the vendors and listening to the music that played.
We were at a booth with bracelets, each one with different colors that each meant something different. I fingered the different colors, reading the meaning behind each. I reached for a pink one—which meant peace, a blue one—which meant serenity, and a white one—which was the color that signified a blank slate. I put them all on the counter, and then I picked up a red one that signified love, for Nickayla.
“I’ll take these, please,” I said, smiling at the woman who ran the booth.
Hayden stepped up behind me, his hand grazing my lower back. “I’ll take care of that for you,” he said. “Why don’t you head on over to the next booth, the one with the one of a kind t-shirts and I’ll meet you over there?”
I shook my head. There was no way I was letting him pay for my lunch and buy me stuff on a first date. I liked to be independent, to take care of things myself rather than having someone else taking care of me.
“I’ve got it,” I said.
Hayden handed a twenty dollar bill to the woman in the booth, shaking his head. “I’m not going to let you pay for your own things while you’re on a date with me.”
I groaned. So he was one of those guys.
“You realize it’s the twenty-first century, yes?” I asked.
He laughed. “Just meet me at the other booth in five minutes. I want to pick something up for Skylar.”
I groaned, making my way over to the next booth. I had been eyeing this one since we left Van Leer’s, because of the fact that all of the t-shirts and tank tops had been designed with original art. I’d been eyeing two tank tops in particular: one had been on a dark blue tank top, designed with half of the moon peeking over the top of the beach water, the waves, the sand, and the stars were incredibly realistic. What I loved about it even more was the fact that there was another one on an orange tank top, with the sun peeking over the top of the beach water. They were perfect opposites, but
He nodded, laughing.
“Oh, fuck yeah. Every single song on there is a winner, and I’ll forever love Sum for giving me that album for my twentieth birthday,” he said. “I honestly don’t know how they’re going to top that album. I mean, Haven’t Had Enough was amazing, but I don’t know if the entire Ever After album is going to be as good as Masterpiece Theatre.”
I shook my head frantically. “Oh, no.” I grabbed his hand and gave him the saddest expression. “You mean you haven’t heard all of Ever After yet?” When he shook his head, I patted his hand gently. “It’s gonna be okay, Hayden. I got it as an early birthday present from my sister Cecilia. I’ll let you borrow it, because I promise, you haven’t lived until you’ve heard Fallout or B Team off of that album.” I paused, grinning at him again. “And honestly, I can’t believe you love Rascal Flatts! Their song, What Hurts The Most was my number eleven song, so they barely missed the list. There’s not a single song of theirs that I don’t like.”
“Agreed. I think their best album was Unstoppable—which, by the way, their song of the same name was my number eleven song. Yes, I love them that much.”
I laughed, looking over to my right in time to see Summer heading over to us with our plates.
She set them down on the table, then flashed me a smile. “Enjoy, guys!” she exclaimed.
By the time we’d finished our meal, I knew that I’d definitely made the right decision in letting Hayden order for me. What he’d picked was amazing, and it tasted better than I could have imagined. We’d finished our lunch and ordered dessert to go, each of us getting a slice of the seven layer chocolate cake that his best friend had recommended.
We still had about two hours before I’d promised Nic and Colin I would be home, so Hayden and I were walking around the festival, visiting the vendors and listening to the music that played.
We were at a booth with bracelets, each one with different colors that each meant something different. I fingered the different colors, reading the meaning behind each. I reached for a pink one—which meant peace, a blue one—which meant serenity, and a white one—which was the color that signified a blank slate. I put them all on the counter, and then I picked up a red one that signified love, for Nickayla.
“I’ll take these, please,” I said, smiling at the woman who ran the booth.
Hayden stepped up behind me, his hand grazing my lower back. “I’ll take care of that for you,” he said. “Why don’t you head on over to the next booth, the one with the one of a kind t-shirts and I’ll meet you over there?”
I shook my head. There was no way I was letting him pay for my lunch and buy me stuff on a first date. I liked to be independent, to take care of things myself rather than having someone else taking care of me.
“I’ve got it,” I said.
Hayden handed a twenty dollar bill to the woman in the booth, shaking his head. “I’m not going to let you pay for your own things while you’re on a date with me.”
I groaned. So he was one of those guys.
“You realize it’s the twenty-first century, yes?” I asked.
He laughed. “Just meet me at the other booth in five minutes. I want to pick something up for Skylar.”
I groaned, making my way over to the next booth. I had been eyeing this one since we left Van Leer’s, because of the fact that all of the t-shirts and tank tops had been designed with original art. I’d been eyeing two tank tops in particular: one had been on a dark blue tank top, designed with half of the moon peeking over the top of the beach water, the waves, the sand, and the stars were incredibly realistic. What I loved about it even more was the fact that there was another one on an orange tank top, with the sun peeking over the top of the beach water. They were perfect opposites, but
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