Let's Fade Away

Grabbing my ipod out of my bag, waiting for Mason to finish unpacking, I hit the one and only song I could listen to right now.

It's like chocolate when you're depressed.

It's gonna happen.

'You say yes, I say no
You say stop and I say go, go, go
Oh, no
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello
Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello'

Paul McCartney, George Harrison, John Lennon, and Ringo Starr's wonderful music blared into my ears.

Ringo Starr was awesome. Now I've just lost track of what he's doing.

The Beatles were awesome.

Now I'm depressed because they're broken up to no return.

Oh, by the way. I'm Blaire Donahue. Like you already don't know that.

Sorry for my massive obsession with The Beatles, I just think they were creative people and weren't afraid of what people thought of them.

So back to topic, I was curled on the couch waiting for my love to finish.

Oh yeah, on a tour bus.

Mason finsihed, and walked to the back of the bus, picking me up off the couch, then sitting down, me on his lap.

He kissed my forehead and I cuddled into his side.

"Beatles?" He asked, laughing.

"Yeah, why not. Best band ever," I said, smiling.

"Not better than Metro Station, though..." he said. I didn't respond and a worried look across his face.

"Right!?!?!" He said freaking out.

"Right," I said laughing.

"Why are you laughing?" He said pouting.

"You look cute when you exaggerate."