Okay, so I'm really trying to get into the writing spirit and I decided to challenge myself by writing oneshots to some of Taylor Swift's song.
Sorry if you hate country music. I just felt like it.
Anyways can you guess which song this is? Kudos to whoever figures it out first. Although this first one is going to be pretty easy since over half of the lyrics are in it.
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Ted sat down on the bar stool, slowly sipping his beer while watching the football game. He was surrounded by drunk men, which was just fine by him. They sometimes made the best company.
After almost an hour the game ended and the tv shut off. It was around the time that the bar usually put someone on the stage.
There was a different show every night and when he was bored enough he would stick around and watch. It wasn't always the boredom that kept him around, though. Sometimes they had some great artists come to play. A couple of the bands had actually been signed straight off the stage.
When the stage lit up Ted almost dropped his beer in shock. Up on the stage there sat the prettiest blonde woman he had ever seen.
Her hair fell down in ringlets a long ways past her shoulders, casting a shadow across her face and hiding her eyes. She was perched on a bar stool, holding an old country guitar in her hands.
He had never seen anyone dressed so strangely. She was wearing layer after layer of bright neon shirts and a black leather belt. Her outfit was finished off with a pair of dark combat boots and a white studded belt that hung loosely around her waist.
As a means of dressing up the outfit a bit, she had twenty or more silver and gold bracelets around her wrists. She wore a silver necklace that was shaped as a lock, hanging down towards her guitar.
Ted just stared open-mouthed at the shapely woman, wondering what planet she had dropped off of. When the lights in the bar dimmed she slowly began to strum, playing each note like it was her last.
She finally looked up as her voice began to carry through the speakers and for once in his life Ted was speechless. They were a stormy blue-grey, capturing his complete attention.
"You, with your words like knives, and swords and weapons that you use
You, have knocked me off my feet again, got me feeling like a nothing," she sang.
A buddy of Ted's had turned around to watch as she seemed to sing directly to him. He laughed and hit him under the chin, finally getting him to close his mouth.
At first he hadn't really been listening to what she was saying, but as she got going, looking right at him, he began to listen.
"Someday, I'll be living in a big ol' city,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
Someday, I'll be big enough so that you can't hit me,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
Why you gotta be so mean?"
Suddenly it hit Ted that she wasn't just looking at him, she was actually telling him off. Had she been watching him earlier in the night? How could she say all of those things without even knowing him?
He turned back to the bar, slipping out a few bills to pay for his drinks. Then he stood, picked up his hat and put it on. There was no way he was going to sit and listen to some stranger judge him.
There were a lot of things that he regretted in his life, but he knew he couldn't go back and do it any differently. Even if he could he wasn't sure that he would. Without the experience he wouldn't be half the man that he was.
As he headed for the door there was a pause in the lyrics and he could hear the scooting of a stool. He glanced behind him to find her standing, staring straight at him.
"Whoa there, cowboy," she called out. "Don't you dare walk out that door. This song is special. Just for you!"
Catcalls and whistles could be heard around the bar as she wiggled her finger at him, drawing him back in. Suddenly the crowd was sucking him in and pulling him towards the front of the room.
She smirked as she went back to singing.
"And I can see you years from now in a bar talking over a football game,
With that same big loud opinion but nobody's listening,
Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things,
Drunk and rumbling on about how I can't sing,
But all you are is mean.
All you are is mean, and a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life and mean.
And mean, and mean, and mean."
His buddy clapped him on the shoulder as her song began to wind down. "Well Ted, it appears you have met your match."
He turned and a soft smile played at his lips. "It appears that I just may have."
She played quite a few more songs, but none made quite the same impression that the first one had. By the time that she had finished her set, Ted had finished off another beer, watching her with a slight smirk on his face.
Apparently she thought that she knew him pretty well.
"Alright," she called out. "I'm finished for the night, but I'll be around in the crowd."
With that she set her guitar down on the stool and hopped down onto the ground, landing right in front of Ted. Before he could even process what was happening, she had grabbed onto the front of his shirt and pulled him against her.
Suddenly her lips were on his in a passionate but dominating kiss. She slowly backed him into a wall, biting his lower lip to get him to open his mouth. When he complied, she shoved her tongue into his mouth harshly.
Her hands were everywhere on him and he still hadn't figured out what was happening. People were gathered around watching them go at it, whispering and pointing.
His wits seemed to come to him and he quickly flipped them around, taking control of the situation. He nibbled on her lower lip and let his tongue explore her mouth. Her hands had stopped wandering and for that he was thankful.
The last thing he wanted to do was lose control in a room full of strangers. He abruptly pulled away from her, inwardly cursing at himself.
"Don't forget I'm the man in this relationship," he whispered huskily.
She smirked up at him and lightly patted him on the cheek. "What relationship Cowboy?" She asked coyly, turning and flouncing away, into the crowd.
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