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He said the way my blue eyes shined
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said: "That's a lie."
Just a boy in a Chevy truck
That had a tendency of gettin' stuck
On backroads at night
And I was right there beside him all summer long
And then the time we woke up to find that summer gone
(Macey's POV)
"Hey," Preston murmured to me. He stared right into my eyes and said, "You're eyes are shining brighter than the stars tonight."
Yes. That was sort of cheesy and lame at the same time, but hey, that's what Preston would say.
"That's a lie. Technically, the stars are way-"
"Macey!"
I smiled, remembering my lesson at Gallagher and learning that, "I'm going to miss you, Preston."
But when you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness
I hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me
(Change scenes- Preston left because he moved)
I miss him sooooo much! I hoped that he thought about my favorite song, the times we danced during the election, and when we were at a lake staring out at the moonlight that was reflected on it. I hope he still remembers me.
September saw a month of tears
And thankin' God that you weren't here
To see me like that
But in a box beneath my bed
Is a letter that you never read
From three summers back
It's hard not to find it all a little bitter sweet
And lookin' back on all of that, it's nice to believe
(Scene change)
One day I sat down and decided to write a letter. I never sent it, but September was horrible. I was crying pretty much every five minutes. And so, I thought about him. But never sent the letter which was now hiding under my bed.
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness
I hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me
(Scene change)
"Mace, you have to move on. It's not anyone's fault, so don't cry again!" Cammie tried to make me feel better.
"Cammie, I miss him. Why did he have to move?"
She just smiled sadly.
And I'm back for the first time since then
I'm standin' on your street
And there's a letter left on your doorstep
And the first thing that you'll read is:
Finally, I decided to mail the letter. And I could only imagine his reaction when he read it.
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my favorite song
Someday you'll turn your radio on
I hope it takes you back to that place
When you think happiness
I hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me
Oh, think of me
Mmmm
(Scene change) Preston's POV
I opened up the letter on my doorstep. I still couldn't stop thinking about Macey McHenry and our secret relationship.
The letter said:
"When you think Preston Winters
I hope you think my favorite song
Someday you'll turn your radio on
I hope it takes you back to that place
When you think happiness
I hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Preston Winters
I hope you think of me
Oh, think of me
He said the way my blue eyes shine
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said: "That's a lie"
I remembered our last night together, staring at the stars. I told her that her eyes shined brighter than the stars, and she replied: "That's a lie."
Um...sorry if that really wasn't that good. I'm probably going to rewrite Innocent, so it makes more sense...anyways, off to update The Spy Games!
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