Cant Wait Another Day || M.C.

Part 8

It has been about a week since Johnny's confession in the car. I want to be able to say everything has been normal, but there were a few things on my mind that Johnny just hasn't been willing to talk about. Don't get me wrong, we were fine, but for the last few days, my mind has been clouded with questions. What was the motivation behind his sudden outburst in the car? What was his unfinished business with management about that day? And most importantly, what is he keeping from me?

We started writing and recording for our EP earlier in the week. Johnny and I have at least 7 years worth of unrecorded songs, lyrics, melodies, and so on saved. It was just a matter of decided which ones we wanted to put on our first EP, as well as turning the lyrics into music. Ian and Lou were a lot less involved with this process. Every once and a while, Lou would step in and help us out with the drums, but I've been playing guitar for over 15 years now, so Ian just steps in when he has a stroke of genius.

Right now, Johnny and I were sitting in the sound booth with piles of notebooks, loose papers, and half empty coffee cups strewn around. We were both growing increasingly frustrated with our inability to choose which songs would be best to record. It doesn't help that I am known to be a bit frazzle-brained under pressure and Johnny is never very good at articulating what he is actually thinking.

"What notebook is that one song in?" I ask him and he looks up at me, hollowed eyes looking tired and annoyed.

"What song, Sheena? We have literally hundreds of songs!" He snaps a bit and I rake my hands through my hair, pulling on it a bit. I collapse into the back of the couch I was sitting in, rubbing my eyes now with the palms of my hands.

"I cant fucking do this. Let's just start from scratch." I say, only half joking as I survey the notebooks upon notebooks of poetry and lyrics on the table in front of me. Johnny laughs lightly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You really think that would be easier?" He asks and I shrug.

"Maybe. Probably not, but it has to be easier than this." I say, pointing to the mess that has gotten increasingly worse over the last couple of days.

"Why don't we take a different take on it?" Johnny asks and I raise an eyebrow at him, hinting at him to continue. "Like... what are all of our songs about?" He asks and I roll my eyes at him.

"I don't know, us." I tell him.

"So what's your favorite song you've ever written about us?" He asks and I squint my eyes, thinking. There were a lot. I scratch at my forehead lightly, waiting for the right one to come to my mind.

"Oh my god, If It Were Up To Me!" I say, having a 'eureka' moment. This causes Johnny to smile, nodding his head as he reaches for one of the notebooks and flipping through the pages. He rips the page with that poem on it, and sets the paper aside.

"Any others? He asks and I give him a sly smile.

"No why, Jose. I already picked one out. It's your turn!" I tell him, playfully.

"That's easy. Inside out." He says and I feel my eyes dart to the floor. I try the best to hide the giant smile that grows on my face. It was the song I wrote after our first date. I lean over to him to give him a kiss, lingering a few inches away from his face for a bit. The smirk makes itself present, so I kiss him again.

"You're sweet." I tell him as I move back to my original position. He protests, grabbing me by my waist and pulls me onto his lap.

"Sweet?" He questions, noting the word I don't typically use. I shrug, knowing that I'm being a bit closed off from the questions in my mind. He sighs in return. "Alright, love. What's going on?" He asks, tossing his pen across the room. I sheepishly shrug, looking away from him. I didn't know how to ask him the questions I wanted to ask. After a brief silence, he lifts his hand to my chin, turning my face to look at him. He kisses my lips softly, over and over. I cant help but start smiling.