-4 years earlier-

You sat in the back of your sister's car, she had to drag you to another one of her wretched games that you despised with a passion.

You thanked fate that you're guitar happened to be in the back and you and your phone, so you figured you catch up on some songs.

You wrote down whatever your heart felt, and you painfully tried to put music to them. Music was always the hardest part of the process for you.

Your sister ran up to the car, with a rather handsome guy next to her. He wore blue jeans, a gray shirt with a leather jacket to keep the wind from sending shivers down his spine. He had long, blondish-brown hair and a stunning smile.

Your sister opened your door, "Hey Kandis, come meet this guy! You'd like him a lot!"

And so you stepped out of the car, walking closer to the handsome guy. He was even more stunning up close.

He stuck out a hand for you to shake, "Jon." he flashed his bright smile and you practically melted.

"Kandis," you said shyly looking down at your feet. His astonishing looks intimidated you down to the core.

Your sister interrupted, "Alright, I gotta get back to the game. But you're welcome to hang out Jon."

He agreed to her offer and stuck around, leaving you with him.

"So what's a pretty girl like you doing at a soccer game?" he flirted.

Your inner teenage girl screamed. Him? Flirting with me?

"She's my sister, she always drags me along to these things," you replied.

"Oh, wanna go hang out back behind concessions? This game's boring," he suggested.

You agreed and followed him to the back of concessions. He pulled out grass from the ground out of boredom, "so what'd ya do? Like as a hobby?"

"I play guitar, sing, write. I'm in a band actually."

His eyes lit up, "me too! You guys should come open for one of our shows soon." he suggested.

You smiled, "That'd be cool Jon. Who knows? Maybe one day we can get it to work out."

-1987-

It was crazy, you were now watching your fiancé get the album of the year on MTV. You went back to the first you had met him, grateful that the opportunity had come along. Thankful that your sister had forced you out of the car when she did.

As you went to bed at the cheap motel that was across the street from the venue, you stared at Jon and he stared at you.

You smiled at one another, in awe of each other just as much as you were that day behind concessions.

"I love you so much, Jon." You said, climbing on top of him and hugging him tightly.

"I love you too Kandis," he said as his still soft lips hit yours, driving you crazy again. Just as they had done that day behind concessions.