Ch20

**Lane's Pov**

Tears started to well up, and run down my face.

He was on the ground fingering a random chick.

"MATTHEW!" I yelled, as he pulled his fingers out of this random naked whore.

"Delaney- I can ex-" He started.

"No you fucking douchebag, you can't explain this. You are literally doing sexual shit with someone else?! After this?!" I yelled as I took the stupid ring off and threw it at them.

"Ouch!" The girl whined as the ring hit her in the face.

"Accident." I fake smiled.

Matthew walked up to me and tried to kiss me.

"Back the fuck off." I warned.

"Lindsay, you should go." He said, and she grabbed her clothes and walked out.

"Lindsay, huh?" I flicked him off, as I walked towards the door.

"Delaney stop!" He yelled.

"What the fuck do you want?" I glared at him, with tears streaming down my cheeks.

"I want to explain." He said, and he started to cry.

"Whatever." I said, as I put my guitar down and crossed my arms.

"So..the ring, it was $9,000 dollars." He said.

I gulped a little. That was a lot of money.

"As you know, I'm only 18, and I can't really afford it all at once, but I wanted to splurge for you." He went on.

I started feeling bad.

"I asked the man if I could give him a payment for it every month, but he said no. I needed fast money, and I looked through a ton of odd jobs but none of them could add up to what kind of money I needed. So, I came back a while later, and pleaded him to lower the price at least, and Lindsay saw, and she, um, payed me for that, and another time. We never had sex, just like..that." He looked ashamed and embarrassed.

He should be, but the fact that he did that for me..

"Matty, never do that again! You're mine. I love you." I wrapped him in a hug.

I feel like I forgive too fast, but that's a good thing.

"I love you, baby girl." He said, as I nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck.

"Lets go out there and have a good night, ok?" I smiled.

"Yeah." he agreed, and I grabbed my guitar, and his hand, and walked out.

"Hey, nice of you guys to finally join us." Said Carter.

We smiled, and sat around the fire that Taylor had started.

"Hey, Lane, do you know the chords to flight?" Jack J asked me.

"Yes!! Will you guys sing it?" I asked.

"Nope. You can though." Jack G said, and Taylor high fives him.

"Taylor! You didn't tell them about my awful voice did you?" I asked.

"Your voice is amazing!" Taylor argued.

"Whatever. I'll do the chorus, but you guys have to song the verses, I can't sing that low." I lied.

They agreed, and I started strumming.

We sang:

Said you've seen it all before, right?What about tonight?Won't you open your eyes,Take a look outside,At the open skylight?

She tells me it's a little cold out,Don't worry we'll fly south,Come with me girl,I'll let you know what I'm all about,

Tell me where you wanna go,We can leave, make it feel like home,If you're ready let me knowAnd we'll fly to parts unknown.

I joined in and sang the chorus

And it's flights to L.A.Trips to Paris,They could talk butWe couldn't care less girl,Whoa,Let you shop in New YorkDrink in London,It's all the same girl,As long as you're coming,Whoa, yeah,

Said she's so sick of this town,We can make the world our playground,Spend the night in the sky girl,Tell me how does that sound?

Tell me where you wanna go,We can leave, make it feel like home,If you're ready let me knowAnd we'll fly to parts unknown.

And it's flights to L.A.Trips to Paris,They could talk butWe couldn't care less girl,Whoa,Let you shop in New YorkDrink in London,It's all the same girl,As long as you're coming,Whoa, yeah,

So fly with me, yeah fly with me,30,000 in the skies,Where you tryna be?I can take you to a place that is so exclusive,It's a view that only me, you, and the pilot see,As the clouds surround us,And drown out all the troubles and sounds,Touch down in the town,Open your eyes,Be astounded by the sights all around,They are incredible,Itinerary printed out,Baby I'm way ahead of you

And it's flights to L.A.Trips to Paris,They could talk butWe couldn't care less girl,Whoa,

And it's flights to L.A.Trips to Paris,They could talk butWe couldn't care less girl,Whoa,Let you shop in New YorkDrink in London,It's all the same girl,As long as you're coming,Whoa, yeah,

And it's flights to L.A.Trips to Paris,They could talk butWe couldn't care less girl,Whoa,Let you shop in New YorkDrink in London,It's all the same girl,As long as you're coming,Whoa, yeah.

They all applauded us and we laughed.

"Going up on YouTube!" Carter yelled, as he shut off his camera.

"Carter! No!" I laughed.

He ended up posting it, anyways.

We roasted s'mores and talked.

"You like burnt marshmallows?" Matt asked, as he roasted his to a perfect golden brown.

"Yeah they are better. And Quicker." I smiled, nibbling my second s'more.

Katy and I secretly made a bunch of them, and sneaked them to the bathroom and ate them. All 8 of them.

When we got back, Taylor was fiddling with my guitar.

"Hey! Stop!" I yelled, and grabbed it.

"Sorry, Laney. I was just tuning it down a step. Can I play you a song?" He asked.

"Yeah." I smiled, and sat on Matty's lap.

Taylor started playing...He was amazing.

He started picking "Far Away" By Nickleback.

Taylor's voice was amazing too.

He plucked the strings, and sang so perfectly.

I swayed to the beat of it, and Matthew and I danced.

The sound of the ocean, the heat of the fire, the sound of the guitar, the indescribable vibes from Matthew.

I let all my worries burn away like the wood in the fire.