June 20th, 2023
Macy walked into the studio where Alex sat fiddling with a soundboard and drinking a Red Bull like it was medicine.
"Macy! You're alive!" he exclaimed, jumping up.
She laughed, hugging him. "I barely made it. Florida was humid and chaotic, but I survived." she told him.
"Good. Bring the chaos in here. Did you write anything?"
She nodded. "A couple of songs. Want to hear one?"
He leaned back in his chair, arms behind his head. "Absolutely. Blow me away."
Macy sat down, adjusted the mic stand, and took a deep breath. Her fingers found the cords almost instinctively.
"My regrets look just like texts I shouldn't send. And I got neighbors, they're more like strangers. We could be friends. I just need a way out of my head. I'll do anything for a way out of my head. And I was drowning but now i'm swimming through stressful waters to relief."
She kept going until the last lyric floated out of her mouth and disappeared into the studio air.
Alex stared at her for a beat, eyes soft. "That was beautiful. Painfully beautiful."
Macy smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Thanks. I have another one too. Delicate. I wrote it last night."
He nodded. "Let's work on it."
A few hours later, she was in the booth, recording the final take.
"Sometimes I wonder when you sleep, are you ever dreaming of me? Sometimes when I look into your eyes, I pretend you're mine all the damn time. Cause I like you."
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When she got home, her phone buzzed. Zora had texted.
Zora
do you have my green top
or did it die in Florida?
Macy rolled her eyes fondly and went to dig through her closet. She had to shove half her suitcase contents aside to get to the back shelf.
Thats when she saw it.
An old, beat up hat. The brim slightly bent, the faded band logo she used to tease him for. Dominic's hat.
Her breath caught. She pulled it out slowly, brushing off the layer of dust. The air around her seemed to shift
November 29th, 2020
They were all walking to the gas station on a sticky afternoon. Dominic was limping beside her, a war wound from jumping off someone's shed roof.
"Why do you listen to me if you're just gonna do the opposite?" she teased.
"Reverse psychology. Works every time."
She shook her head, smirking. His hat was falling apart, threadbare and ridiculous.
"That hat should be thrown away."
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If You Lie Down With Me - D.F.
Fanfiction"And don't say that you're over me when we all know that you ain't. If you lie down, lie down next to me." Dominic Fike x fem reader
