Autumn crinkled her nose at the kiss.
"Speaking of music…" She trailed off expectantly, giving him a look.
Autumn crinkled her nose at the kiss.
"Speaking of music…" She trailed off expectantly, giving him a look.
Alex huffed. “I’ll have to grab my laptop, which is far, far away.”
"You have two good legs," Autumn teased, poking him in the ribs.
“Alas! My brain is not nearly as good.” Alex giggled.
"That's obviously not true. It's good enough to that you can write songs. And that you're dating me," Autumb joked with a chuckle.
Alex giggled. “It did hit it out of the ballpark with you.” He kissed her gently on the cheek.
Autumn snorted and waved him away. "Okay, okay, lover boy. Go get your laptop so I can hear your song. And I will make you do it if I have to."
Alex groaned lazily. “Noooooo my laptop is so far awayyyyyyyy.”
"Hm… Then maybe I'll just go get it for you," Autumn said, getting to her feet and starting toward the office.
“It’s not in there!” Alex chided with a hum. He rose off of the couch slowly.
Autumn huffed and spun around, putting her hands in her hips. "You're impossible."
Alex laughed slowly. “Didn’t we have this conversation already?”
"Probably," Autumn said, shrugging as her lips twitched up in a smile.
Alex ducked and took his laptop from under his couch and plopped down again. “Cool. I thought we did.”
"I thought you said it was far away!" Autumn exclaimed, gaping at the computer.
“It was! I had to get up and walk a couple feet!” Alex beamed as he opened it.
Autumn scoffed and sat back down, pulling her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. She rested her chin on her knees as she watched Alex get ready.
Alex pulled up his music-making app and scrolled through his files. He finally found the song. It was titled Her; 12/03/23.
Autumn sighed quietly through her nose as she waited patiently. She was actually very excited to hear the song, but she hoped she hadn't gone too far with all of her pushing.
Alex clicked on the song and his all too familiar voice and instrumentals sung through the speakers. It was a very sad, slow-paced song, but incredibly catchy.
Autumn stretched out a bit and nodded to the music. She chewed on her lip as she listened.
It wasn't much of a nod-along, it was more like a sit and listen song. She was soon able to identify that Alex’s pain (which was clear in his deep, throaty singing voice) wasn’t fake.
(I didn't know what to write. Lol.)
As she listened, Autumn wondered who the song was about. It was obviously not just written from nothing, there had to have been something behind it.
(.p.)
Before she could figure anything out, the song ended. It was only a brief two minutes and thirty-four seconds.
“Yep. That’s it.”
"That was… Wow. That was really good, Alex," Autumn said, looking over at him.
Alex shut the laptop with an impassive face. “Thanks. I tried pretty hard on it.”
"I could tell. It really was amazing," Autumn assured him softly. "…Could– Could I ask something?"
Alex stowed the laptop away again. “Sure. Go ahead.”
"Who was it about?" Autumn asked quietly, her gaze flicking across his face to gauge his reaction.
Alex pursed his lips. “I just wanted to sing.” A very impassive answer.