Board Thread:Ships/@comment-4199666-20141203084621

A/N: I hope you're having fun, Cece.

Mark had been sitting alone in his room for a while, looking down at screwed up balls of paper scattered hastily across the floor. His guitar felt heavy on his lap as he tried with no success to get his mind off his girlfriend and back onto the task at hand. Still, everytime he let his thoughts run enough to get some lyrics out, he thought about that first time that he'd spent with Ashley, writing songs, laughing, expressing their joy in a way which could only be matched by the happiest emoticons. Then, he kissed her, and it seemed like it went on forever. He didn't even hesitate, and it seemed that Ashley didn't either. His nerves were quickly laid to rest.

It seemed that there was really no getting Ashley out of his mind. He'd always been a better writer when she was with him. She was his muse, and at the moment, he was stuck, alone in his cold apartment while his girlfriend was on a plane, halfway across the country. It felt like she'd been gone for hours, but he still had the smiley face and love heart emoticon that she sent right before she boarded. He strummed another chord, but none of it sounded right. Writing without Ashley just felt so wrong, but he knew he needed to get past that if he was going to stick to his plans to get out of his Starbucks job and join her in New York. Plus, the more he thought about it, the more he realised just how much he loved Ashley. He stopped trying to control his thinking, and he let his thoughts run, pooling up into a sea of metaphors and poetic lyrics which seemed to flow out of him, the more he thought about her.

He certainly felt different, working without Ashley, and without the constant reassurance that she liked what he was making, but he continued anyway, knowing that the surprise of it all could have brought an even brighter smile from her face. One line turned into two, which then turned into a catchy hook about how he was going to marry her as soon as he could save up the money, then continued to transform into a full song. He wrote it down, piece by piece, until each segment fell perfectly in place, and he felt it was ready. He hadn't even glanced at the clock once he got into it, and it wasn't until he was done that he realised the time. It was eight minutes past one, and as he looked down to his phone, he awaited a message from Ashley. Her plane was supposed to land any minute now, and he couldn't wait to call her and tell her the great news. As he waited and waited, he eventually felt himself drifting off to sleep, occasionally catching his eyelids hanging low. He didn't realise until the next morning when he woke up with paper stuck to his face, just how out of it he'd been. He still looked immediately to his phone, and as expected, there was a brief message from Ashley, saying that she'd landed, stamped with a little emoticon heart like she always did. 