When We Were Younger

Chapter 25

Amber's POV

"I wrote a song about you." Max said randomly, looking distant.

"What?" I raised my eyebrows. What song?

"It's in our latest album." He said, sort of snapping back into reality.

"How does it go?" I asked, looking at him intently. He slipped his phone out of his pocket and tapped a few buttons. Then music filled my ears, beautiful music. As the song progressed, the lyrics rang in my head:

All I want to do is write a song

One I haven't ever sung before

I don't want to sing the same old thing

It wouldn't mean anything to me

All I want to do is write a song

But everything I say just comes out wrong

I guess I'll just throw my thoughts away

Maybe pick them up another day

I just lost control

I just wanted you to know

When I'm on my own

I feel invisible

And I just lost control

I just needed you to know

When in front of you

I feel invincible

I want to write a song that makes you smile

One that keeps you around for a while

I wish for small things like losing this feeling

I've seen this coming, I've seen you leaving

I know I've said and done some things

That've made you feel a little empty

I've got a whole lot to learn

Every bridge I see I seem to burn

So, all I've got to do is sing a song

Tell a little truth to everyone

Sick of saying sorry when I'm not

But after a little love that's

That's all I've

That's all I've got

I just lost control

I just wanted you to know

When I'm on my own

I feel invisible

And I just lost control

I just needed you to know

When in front of you

I feel invincible, invincible

"You wrote that?" I asked, looking up into his big brown eyes. He nodded, smiling sadly. Wow...

"With a few tweaks from Josh, of course." He squeezed my arm, pulling me closer to him. We were both squished in my bunk, which was proving incredibly hard with this stupid bulky cast on my leg. Thank goodness that was coming off soon. The bus was travelling to the airport, where we were all going home. Of course, everyone was excited to see their families, but you could tell no-one liked leaving tour. I had had such a good time here. I sighed and rested my head on the pillow, Max's hair tickling my face. Slowly, I drifted off to sleep. After all these years, I was happy. But nothing lasts forever, right?

so this is the most horrible way to end a fic, im so shit :( i feel like this story failed miserably, like nothing happened. oh well.