There’s no significant other in the picture, but Hayes knows the kind of person he’s looking for. “Someone who’s patient enough to deal with my incredibly geeky self. I just love music gear, I’m a total geek all around,” he says. “I want to find someone who’s really into something like I’m really into something, so that I can support them and we can both cheer each other on. I’ve got a lot of dreams I want to achieve, and I hope someone can cheer me on as I’ll cheer them on in their dreams.” 

(Source: people.com)

I am soo sorrry to those of you who are reading my fanfiction, I  am trying incredibly hard to try and get some new chapters out! Thank you for being patient with me, I  love ya’ll <3

So guys,  I know this is ooober late, but, the night of the CMAS I wasn’t able to watch so I had to settle for clicking refresh on my CMA app every 2 seconds…but they freak out the proceeded when my mom texted me a screen shot of Hunter titled “New Artist of the Year” was completely epic! So here is me sharing a little of this with you!

Hunter <3

You did it Hunter and we all knew you could :)

Wrote this about a friend for my English class, I wooonder if she’ll know it’s about her? And yes, there is a Taylor reference in here!

She is like Autumn.
Fuzzy scarves and wooly socks
worn under leather boots.
A favorite pair of jeans thrown
on with an old, memory-filled sweatshirt.

She is like the colors of Fall,
The Reds so passionate and fierce,
the Oranges so kind and bright,
the Yellows so friendly and welcoming.
All so bright, just before they lose it all.

She is like a childhood memory.
A trip to a pumpkin patch by
an innocent, loving child.
She is a cup of hot chocolate
shared between friends on a cool, crisp day.

She is like Autumn.
Free from Summer and defiant of Winter.
She is independent and Fearless,
like the first Red leaf to float onto the fading grass.
She is like Autumn.

Hope ya’ll love this as much as I do!!

Chapter 11

                Hunter handed me the back pack and told me to go change by the car. Normally, I might have objected but today, I really had no idea what to say. So I quietly took the back pack and went back to the car.

                I open the mustang’s passenger door and set the bag down on the seat. I had been so eager to open it earlier, but now I hesitantly undid the zipper. Inside were two things: a towel and the only bath suit I owned. It was a sky blue bikini with little bows attached at the hips and silver flowers embroidered in the top. I sighed and slipped on the suit feeling bare.

                I grabbed the towel and headed back down to the beach. I walked to the end of the short, little bridge that ran over a small stream and stopped to look out at the beach. It was now almost nine o’clock, the sun was high in the sky. Hunter had already changed and was sitting in the sand, knees folded in, hands behind him in the sand looking out at the sea. He must have heard my footsteps on the wood because he turned around and nodded toward the water.

                “Don’t think you can get out of this Charlotte SinClair. Remember, I can pick you up.”  I gave a little smile and he got up to meet me at the dock. He held out his hand, a soft smile gracing his face. I shakily placed my hand in his, not ready for what was about to happen next.

                Together we walked down to the water’s edge and stopped where the tide rushed just over our feet, the warm water washing away the sand.

                “Why is there nobody else here?” The beach was still empty, and though I hadn’t been to very many beaches in my time, I didn’t think that was typical.

                “This is a private beach so very few people know about it. The cove-like surroundings are what make it so calm.” He pointed to the rocky outcroppings that formed a semi-circle in the water. He walked a little further, guiding me until the water was knee deep and then I stopped. The last time I was in water was when I was five years old. My family had gone on a picnic by the lake and I had wandered off to go look at the ducks that were gracefully floating in the water. My reasoning at the age was ‘if the ducks could do it, so could I’ so I jumped in after them. If my father hadn’t fished me out of the water, holding me tight to his chest, I would have drowned. I cringed at the memory and held my ground, suddenly terrified of going any further. I started to pull away from Hunter but he just held on tighter and then grabbed my other hand, forcing me to look at him.

                “Charlotte, trust me.” He eyes shot through my fear and I slowly let him take me further into the water. Water sloshed around our waists and I knew that if I weren’t gripping Hunter’s hands so tightly I would be shaking. I felt myself tense up again as the water rose over my stomach; all I wanted to do was turn around and go back to the beach as quickly as possible. My mind kept flashing back to the dark water covering my face and flooding my nose. “We’re almost there.”

                Little by little he kept me walking, his eyes never leaving mine, never leaving me any room for doubt. When the water reached our chests he stopped and squeezed my hands so I would relax.

                “I’m going to let go ok? All you have to do is stand and move your arms like this.” He gently pried his hands out of mine, even though I hesitated when letting go, and moved his arms in a circular motion. He beckoned for me to try and I slowly started to mimic his actions. He had me do that for awhile and then grabbed my hands again. “Now I want you to lift your feet off of the sand, and move your legs in a similar motion. I’ll be right here holding on, you won’t go anywhere, you’re head will stay above water the entire time.”

I grasped his hands in a death grip again but did what he said and lifted my feet off the sand. I rotated my legs until Hunter assured me I was doing it right and then he joined me so we were both floating, supported by our treading of water. He slowly let go of one of my hands and started making the same motion and I followed suit. Then, I felt his grip start to loosen on my other hand.

                “Hunter-”

                “Hey, remember what I told you? Fearless. You can do it.” Before I could object, he unfolded my fingers and I was on my own in the middle of the ocean. And I was treading water. “See! There you go! Not so hard right!?” I let my feet touch the ground again and smiled up at him. That wasn’t so bad. I just swam! Sort of…

“What else you got Hayes?” For the rest of the morning Hunter taught me different strokes, staying beside me the entire time in case something went wrong.  He taught me how to dive but my favorite was floating on my back. Having the cool water at my back while being able to look up at the sky and have the sun soak into my skin.

There was one point, after he had finished teaching me the breaststroke, where I was innocently floating in the water, eyes closed, extremely proud of myself for being able to swim. Last I’d checked Hunter was floating beside me too. But then he popped up underneath me and lifted me out of the water. Obviously he wasn’t floating beside me.

“Hunter!!!” He lifted me up, spun me around and then gently threw me into the water. I came up, spitting out water, more surprised than angry. “Hunter!” I splashed him and then it was on. Our splash war lasted until he ended up chasing him out of the water. When I finally caught up I tackled him and we both went down, rolling in the shallow shore water, waves lapping over us.  As we attempted to brush sad off each other, laughing so hard we could barely see, we ended up just getting more sand everywhere. Eventually we both just gave up and went back into the water to rinse off.

We came out, still laughing and tripping over each other. We got back to where we had laid down the towels and I collapsed onto mine, relishing in the heat drying on my skin.  I turned to see Hunter digging through his back pack. He pulled out a blanket and sat it down on his towel.

“What’s that for?” I started to unfold it and lay it over the sand as he continued to dig through his pack.

He finally found what he was looking for and pulled out two bags with what looked like pb & j sandwiches. “We, are having a picnic!”

“Perfect!” I was actually getting hungry and this was a really good idea. I laid out the sandwiches and all the other food he kept handing me which included chips, apple slices, some of Mrs. Gabel’s cookies and a gallon of what looked like a gallon of tea. “Is that-?”

“Your mom’s sweet tea? Yes ma’am!”

“Have I ever told you you’re perfect. Cause you are.” He did that cute thing where he rubs the back of his neck and gave a small smile. “Oh come on, let’s eat.”

After we had gone through the lunch he had packed, Hunter took me to some of the rocky out groves that formed the circular barrier around the cove. The little tide pools were filled with all sorts of colorful creatures. There were little fish swimming around bright groups of coral and sand dollars chilling at the bottom. Hunter ran off at one point and then came back carrying a starfish on his arm. He peeled it off and I hesitantly let him put it on me.

“I remember running around this beach and playing hide-and-seek in the little caves around here. And then later that night when the sun was setting, my uncle would sit us all down and play guitar and sing for us. When I got old enough, we’d do little duets together until it was time to go.”

The sun was getting lower in the sky and we were back to sitting on the towels we had laid out earlier. All of sudden Hunter jumped off and ran off in the direction of the car.

“I’ll be right back!” I smiled and shook my head. That boy. While he was gone I started writing random song titles in the sand, humming a little bit of each as I went.

Hunter Hayes

When I reached the car, I popped the trunk and pulled out my guitar case. As I pulled out my guitar, I remembered the conversation I had had with Mrs. SinClair the other morning.

I had knocked on the door, expecting Charlotte to open it, but instead it was who I assumed was her mother.

“Mrs. SinClair?” She nodded and I introduced myself. “I’m Hunter, it’s so nice to finally meet you!” I saw recognition cross her face and she smiled and ushered me into the house.

“Hunter! I’ve heard a lot about you! Come in! Charlotte’s not home right now, but she might be soon. She says you like coffee, would you like a cup?”

“Always!” She led me into the spacious kitchen and from there I could see a piano peeking around the corner in the other room. “That’s a beautiful piano, do you play?” I looked back at her to see a solemn expression on her face.

“No, Charlotte does. Well she used to.” I felt the quizzical look cross my face as the memory of the picture in the diner came back.

“Used to? I saw a picture in the diner, of her on piano. Becca told me it was her, but that she hadn’t played in awhile.”

“Yes, Becca’s right.” Mrs. SinClair walked by me and stood next to the piano. “She used to play; everyday, for hours and hours. Between this piano or her guitar and her voice there was always music here. Always. She still sings; sometimes. But she’s not singing the music anymore. It feels empty, like there’s no emotion behind her voice. I used to be able to feel her music, now it’s just words put to notes. And her guitar, she threw it away, wanted nothing to do with it. But I took it, and buried it under old clothes in my closet. I couldn’t let her throw it away. Couldn’t bear it.”

I could hear the pain in her voice as she gazed forlornly at the piano sitting in the other room. She turned back to me with a sad smile on her face.

“I just wish she could find herself again.” Those words struck home and went straight to my heart. I didn’t know why she kept it hidden from me or why she didn’t play anymore, but I was now determined to help her find whatever it was that she lost.

Charlotte Mae SinClair

When he came pounding back across the bridge, he was holding his guitar. He came and sat down next to me again and started tuning, singing a little with the pitch.

“It’ll be just like when I was little. Except, this time I’m older; and with you.” He gave me a side-glance with a little smile and then focused his attention back on his guitar. As soon as he was done he went straight into his music, strumming notes with the simplest ease. “I think you know this one.” Of course I knew it.

Well I’ve been searching for something true,

My heart says it must be you

He continued through the opening and I couldn’t help but smile. It was one of my favorites; a friendship that could be more, that could be great but until she asks, he’d never push. I always saw a mini movie run through my head when I heard this song. Watching him sing was entrancing; the way his smile lit up his eyes and his sweet voice filled the air. It all seemed so natural, like there was nothing else he was born to do but sit here on this beach and play music.

I’d paint you a picture, write you a song,

And I’d do it all over it I did it all wrong

Instead of going into the chorus like I expected him to, he just kept playing his guitar, stopped singing, and looked me in the eyes.

“I know you can hear the music, but can you sing it? Come on Char, show me what you got.” I felt the look of surprise shoot across my face and tried to recover but knew I wouldn’t.

“Hunter-”

I don’t want to steal you away

Or make you change the things that you believe

“Come one Charlotte Mae, don’t leave me hanging!” His eyes hadn’t let mine and I could almost feel them pushing my voice out of my throat. For the second time that day memories rushed into my mind.

I saw the piano and my fingers, gliding seamlessly over the keys. I saw the image blur and then come back in as my hand wrapped around the neck of a guitar. I felt the utter happiness of blending my voice with both.

“I just wanna drink from the words you say,

And be everything you need”

                I heard it, heard myself let go and give in to those blue eyes. And for just a few minutes, those precious few minutes, I felt the joy of singing. Those few minutes that I was able to give in, to let my voice blend with Hunter’s; have them weave around each other and meld into one being. My smile matched his and it was like nothing I’d ever felt before.

                But before we even reached the last chord it was over. My mind said enough, no more, remember why you don’t and those happy, feel-good, summer-night feelings were blown away and trapped again behind the pain and grief that had made me mute for so long.

Maybe this is something I’ll never be,

But I’ll be right here till you tell me…

                His eyes still hadn’t left my face and I watched as a small smile crossed his face, softening his features, all focused on me. Something in that look made my heart start to race but I couldn’t hold his gaze. I looked down and started drawing circles in the sand, not believing what I had just done.

                “You have a beautiful voice Char, you really do.” I used to dream of the day someone like Hunter would praise my voice, my music; but right now it hurt to hear.

                “Thanks.” I muttered into the ground then tried to force a smile. “But the song made it better, that’s one of my favorites you know.” I looked back up at him and for a brief second saw his eye brows pull  together in worry, but then jumped back into a another song and he was Hunter Hayes again. He played a few more songs before we had to pack up; but not once did he press me to sing with him again.