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September 8th, 2011
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It was really nice to hear that's how Tatum felt, he just smiled at her and nodded. Letting himself think that the redness in his cheeks was just from the fire.
He laughed. "Well dang, what the hell do you have up north?" he teased, really letting into his creole accent. "This is the type 'a music my dad listens to when we're fixin' ta work in the garage," he smirked.
"We should call it somethin' like Ole Smokey," he grinned.
He laughed. "Well dang, what the hell do you have up north?" he teased, really letting into his creole accent. "This is the type 'a music my dad listens to when we're fixin' ta work in the garage," he smirked.
"We should call it somethin' like Ole Smokey," he grinned.
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Tatum laughed at his accent, downing the remainder of her can of coke to stifle off her giggles. She almost spit her drink out when she heard when he said next, just snorting instead.
"Y-You're going to make a song called Ole Smokey and it's not about m-me?" she joked, clearing her throat and still giggling a bit. Some of the other people around the fire were looking their way, but she found that she didn't care. She was with Sam, and if anyone said anything, he would say something right back. It made her feel safe, something she hadn't really felt since getting to the party that night.
"Y-You're going to make a song called Ole Smokey and it's not about m-me?" she joked, clearing her throat and still giggling a bit. Some of the other people around the fire were looking their way, but she found that she didn't care. She was with Sam, and if anyone said anything, he would say something right back. It made her feel safe, something she hadn't really felt since getting to the party that night.
"I aint makin it about you cause you aint old," he grinned. "If I were gonna make a song about ya it would be something... less jangly," he laughed.
Sam was completely oblivious to anyone looking at but if they opened their mouths he would tell them off for sure. No one messed with his friends. He gave her a little nudge and grinned mischievously and began to play a new song. It was more gentle; soft and sweet but not too corny. It didn't sound like a love ballad, but something more... appreciative. "Like that," he said as the line came to an end.
Sam was completely oblivious to anyone looking at but if they opened their mouths he would tell them off for sure. No one messed with his friends. He gave her a little nudge and grinned mischievously and began to play a new song. It was more gentle; soft and sweet but not too corny. It didn't sound like a love ballad, but something more... appreciative. "Like that," he said as the line came to an end.
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Tatum listened closely, leaning moreso against him as he played. By the time he finished, her head had begun to droop, almost reaching his shoulder. She straightened up a bit as he spoke again. She smiled lazily. "I like it, it's way less.. twangy. I think I'm more of like a.. I-I dunno, what that was. Like a jaunty little tune," she suggested, giggling a bit.
"Now I have to play y-you though, I'm gunna.. g-gunna go home and write it, and then you'll be like, whoa Tatum, that was r-really awesome, and I'll be like, I know.. of course," she went on, cracking a little wider smile.
"Now I have to play y-you though, I'm gunna.. g-gunna go home and write it, and then you'll be like, whoa Tatum, that was r-really awesome, and I'll be like, I know.. of course," she went on, cracking a little wider smile.