Page 45 of How to Date a Rockstar

Something hits the window and I glance over expecting to see the devil cat staring at me with her beady eyes. But it’s Dylan waving at me with a goofy grin on his face.

“What are you doing here?” I ask when I open the window.

“Thought I’d stop by.”

“We’re not teenagers anymore. You can use the front door.”

“I didn’t want to wake Indigo.”

“Liar.”

“Fine,” he huffs. “I’m bored.”

I motion for him to come inside. He trips on the sash and tumbles to the floor, landing on his fat head.

“I thought you didn’t want to wake Indy.”

“You could have helped.”

I grin. “Where’s the fun in that?”

“Did I hear you playing?”

“You suck at subtle.”

He shrugs. “Who said I was being subtle?” He sits on the floor with his back against the bed. “Go on. Play it for me.”

“No interruptions,” I order as I sit down and strum my guitar.

I've learned from my mistakes,

I've grown,

And I'll fight for your love,

I've always known,

You're the one I need,

The missing piece of me,

I'm determined to make you see.

I'm gonna win you back,

Prove my love is sincere,

Every moment,

I'll treasure and protect,

With you, I'll resurrect.

“What do you think?” I ask when I finish.

Gibson peeks into the window. “What happened to the old song?” he asks and begins to sing – off-key.

Oh, the one who slipped through my fingers,

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