You Are The Music In Me

“What is your life’s soundtrack?”

We are laying on the grass, under a maple tree in my backyard. Our math books lay open beneath our feet, we’ve been studied for tomorrow’s test for like almost two hours and a half, before we decided to take a break. I turn to look at Max—my boyfriend—but he is looking up at the sky. I can only see one side of his face from my position, and man isn’t he beautiful. Afternoon’s sunlight that peeking through the leaves fall into his short dark-brown hair creating a halo around his head, he’s a perfect figure of an angel, if you ask me.

“What?” I bring my arm to prop my head up.

He turns to look at me, smiling.

“Your life’s soundtrack. Like a song that will be played when you do something. You know, like in the movie.”

I laugh.

“Where is this question coming from?”

“Nowhere, you know I’m bored here, and tired so just answer me.” He tries to be serious but a glint of humor in his eyes betrayed him.

“Well . . . whatever song I want?”

“Yeah . . . like when you walking down the street and have a song played behind you which everybody else can hear but nobody knows where it comes from.”

“That’s kinda creepy.”

“But could be fun.” He grins.

“Well . . . I don’t know. I think I kinda have song for everything.”

“What about now? What song will be played for now?”

“You ask me?” I lift one eyebrow at him, smirking.

“Yeah . . . what is your song for now?”

“I don’t know. A romantic one I guess. Mine by Taylor Swift, or Big Time Rush’s Nothing Even Matter. Either one of those.” I shrug.

“Hmm . . .” He nods.

“What? What is your song?”

Instead of answering me, he lifts one of his arms to prop his head up. His golden brown eyes staring at mine. I can see my reflection in them, and I looked mesmerized, hypnotized. His fingers run down through my cheek, to my jaw and stop at my lower lip. He strokes it gently, sending chill through my body. Two years dating and he still has that effect on me.

“You’re my song.” He says after forever. “You are the music in me.”

Now, if your oh-honest-to-goodness-so-perfect boyfriend says something that romantic to you, don’t you just wanna tackle him into the ground and kiss every inch of his face pasionately? I do. But I don’t do it, because that will be embarrassing. The tackle part I mean. Well of course he will like that. I’ve tackled him before, in a very different occasion, and more private place. But not in my backyard where my parents can suddenly walk in (or out) and catch us doing something that is not too... educational. I’m not gonna humiliate myself in front of my parents or him.

“Stop being so sweet.” I roll my eyes at him. That’s the only thing I can do to keep my body from tackling him, my lips from claiming his.

“I thought you like it when I’m being sweet.” He gives me his mischievous grin. The grin that most likely gets him what he wants.

“Yeah . . . but not here, right now.”

“Why? What’s wrong with right now in here? I thought this is a perfect moment.”

“You just always know what to say, don’t you?”

And suddenly he rolls us over until I lay looking up at him. I’m trapped between the grass and his big, muscular body. He uses both of his hands to prop his body from collapsing into mine.

“Oh no Max,” I squeak, trying to shove him away. Not that I don’t like this situation; believe me I do,  but I don’t want my parents to find us like this. Although they have been very open minded about our relationship—they don’t check up on me every second whenever Max’s visiting, they give us some privacy, even let him into my room as long as I left the door open. But I don’t know how they will react if they see us right now. What kind of study requires him being on top of me.

“My parents.” I try to look pass his shoulder to the back door, hoping my parents are too caught up on the afternoon news they forget to check on us.

“I don’t see them.” He whispers, I can feel his warm breath on my face. It’s such a turn on. But I push the wild imagination and my teen hormones away. One of us needs to be rational right now.

“They can come out anytime. They will ban you from the house if they see us like this.”

“They wont, they’re watching the news right now.” His lips are so close to mine.

“How can you know?”

“I can hear the tv.”

“You cant.”

“I can too.” His lips are brushing mine now, softly, temptingly.

“Mmh.” I purr and sigh at the same time. My body enjoys this, it relaxes immediately under his touch, his kiss. My jaw lifted, mouth opens asking for more. And he gives me more. My arms wrap around his neck, just where they usually belong. Then just like that I don’t care about my parents anymore. Right now, right here our bodies sing harmonies to melodies that echoing inside our heads. Our song, our music. Like he says, I’m the music in him, and he is in me.