"when you look at me like that i loose it."

"BECCA PLEASE ONE SONG!"

preston begged as we sat around the bonfire, with me leaning up against him, and everyone from earlier — along with AJ and Barrett — who were looking at me with pleading eyes.

"why do you want me to sing so
badly?"i ask, looking up at him as he stuck out his lip, "because your an amazing singer."

"please."he drawled out, giving me puppy dog eyes, "for my birthday."

"fine."i grumble, and he cheers, "finally!"

"who's got a guitar?"i ask, and barrett jumps up, "in my truck!"

"go get it before she changes her mind!"aj pushes barrett, making me crack up laughing.

ever since a few years ago, i hated singing in public. the only time i would sing anymore was when i was alone, which now usually didn't happen.

"what song do you want me to sing?"i question, and a wide grin spreads across his face, "sixteen."

"i literally just learned that one are you kidding me preston ray!"i yelled, and he laughed, as we caught the attention of mama grace, and kolby.

i had just finished learning how to play sixteen by thomas rhett on guitar, and this ass wanted me to play it now.

you've got to be kidding me.

mama grace gasped as she saw barrett hand me the guitar he had in his truck, and clapped her hands together, "finally!"

i started strumming the opening cords to sixteen, before i started singing.

"take a left here boy
take it slow
don't get distracted by that radio
i just rolled my eyes and said
'daddy i know. i'm fifteen
not some ten year old'

what i wouldn't give to be sixteen
wild and free
cruising up and down main
in my F150
roll the windows down
base too loud from this burnt CD
i'll be right where i wanna be
when i'm 16
16

now that i can drive
finally feel alive
but i got this curfew
sneaking in late
smelling like my girlfriends perfume
people talking bout college
and knowledge
and that's all right
but all i can think about
is an unsupervised saturday night

what i wouldn't give to be
18 wild and free
buzzing off a can
of the grizzy windup bee
looking old enough
to pull off this fake ID
i'll be right where i wanna be
when i'm 18
18

18 yeah

i'm old enough to smoke
i'm old enough to vote
they turn me away
go for the cotten nock jo
they said the grass is always greener
and i believe that's right
but my friends are off to vegas
and they're leaving me behind

what i wouldn't give to be
21 wild and free
open up a cold one
and drink it legally
chase a bunch of girls
go see the world
let my wild streak run
i'll be right where i wanna be
when i'm 21
21

yeah when i'm 21
yeah when i'm 21

everything will be alright
yeah it'll be alright when i'm 21

now i'm 25 and i'm drinking wine
with my wife at home
got a couple dogs
and a couple songs on the radios
we sit around
and laugh about how we used to be
when all we cared about
was turning sixteen."

i finished, and whistles and claps went around the bonfire making me shake my head with a large smile.

"damn you are good."aj whistled, making me smile, "only time i'm singing."

"how come you don't sing anymore again?"barrett asked, and i sighed, "four words."

"fifth grade talent show."

☆☆
lmao this was so
short and i had a
different idea for this
wHOOPS

i'm home sick but i went
to the sox game sunday
and andrew benintendi went
0-4🤧
i also got shitty photos of him
and my friend + mom are like
"he's thick/ he's got a beer gut"
nOT
here's the mans

lmaoo i suck ass

bye!