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I broke the new song down to chords, the words coming to my brain in a flood. “What if you’re someone I can’t go without? What if I’m someone you don’t want to talk about? And what if I’m falling for you…but I don’t want to.”
“Write that shit down.” Tyson grinned. “Looks like Jackson has the capability to write a love song.”
I shrugged, not sure I agreed. “I don’t think that sounds like a love song.”
“Why not? You’re talking about falling for someone, even though you don’t want to. I think that could pan out to be the perfect love song.”
Nel nodded in agreement. “It’s the perfect love song for the guy who doesn’t want to fall in love—like you.”
I rolled my eyes. “The words work. That’s all that matters. Let’s see where can go from here.”
For the next few hours, we worked on taking the song further, and thankfully, Tyson was able to fill in most of the lyrical blanks. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t fucking conjure up what it would be like to actually be in love with someone.
All I could picture was Lena, playing that song on the piano.
And I was pretty sure that was not the definition of love. It was just a killer tune that I couldn’t get out of my head. Besides, I did know what love was. It was the way my brothers, my dad, and I had worked through life without my mom. But, I’d written plenty of songs about that kind of love.
And I knew that wasn’t what they wanted on this album.
“So, we’ll try again tomorrow?” Nel asked as he hung a guitar back up on the wall of Tyson’s music room. “I think that last song is really gonna be something.”
“I just don’t think Tyson’s lyrics work with what Jackson started,” Nel said, his comment catching me off guard. “Like, I get the gist, but I don’t think they match the tone.”
Tyson let out a sigh. “I was kind of thinking the same thing, honestly. Yeah, it works with the melody, but the tone is all wrong.”
“I think it’s fine,” I muttered, shaking my head as I headed for the door. Lena would be at my house by now, and I was curious to know how the bodyguard had panned out for her. I’d sent over Frank, who happened to be my favorite—and I knew I could trust him to take care of her too.
That was kind of a big deal.
“You’re just saying you think it’s fine because you want it to be.” Nel leveled with me, stopping me in the hallway. “I think you should sit down and really work on those lyrics that you started with. See if you can take it further in your alone time or something. Your best shit has always come from when you write alone.”
“I’ll try,” I said, mostly just to get him off my back. “We’ll see what happens. I didn’t really feel that one going anywhere for me.”
“Okay, well, listen to some Taylor Swift or something. You know, get your head in the game of love. You can do it.” Nel patted me on the back. “Side note though, I got a date tonight with a Russian model. I’m fuckin’ stoked.”
“Maybe you’ll be the one with the next love song then,” I grunted as he took off down the stairs. I watched as he burst out the front door, singing loudly off key.
“He’s terrible at relationships.” Aaron smacked my arm. “But I bet he will come up with some kind of song based off her. His lyrics are always fuckin’ wild though. He’ll want to write a song about how hot her body was—and that shit gets old.”
“Since when do you think that?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. As stupid as it is, Tyson and Maeve have kind of inspired me. Maybe love isn’t so stupid. Maybe finding the right person is a good thing. I don’t know. Even you and Lena are something else. Yeah, it’s fake, but if you wanted it to be, it could be real.”
“Yeah, that makes no sense,” I lied as I descended the stairs. “But whatever you say, man.”
“You wanna go out tonight?”
“Uh…” My voice trailed off, my mind running back to Lena waiting at home. “Not tonight. I have some shit I have to do.”
“You say that all the time now. You must be starting a new hobby or something.”
“Nope, just trying not to get myself into any more trouble. If I get arrested again, Genna might murder me.”
“She’d enjoy it too, probably,” Aaron joked, letting out a sigh as we made it to the front door. As soon as he opened it, Maeve blew through, a huge smile on her face—but the moment she saw us, she frowned.
“I totally thought you were Ty,” she giggled. “I was all excited for nothing.”
“Gross.” I shuddered, slipping past her.
