It's the beginning of the summer and Morgan, Michael and Maggie are getting set for their first tour together. Riley's been distracting her from packing with those featherlight neck kisses he's been planting on her while she's trying to pack. She giggles as she ducks her neck, playfully elbowing him away while she's neatly folding her clothes. "You're gonna be gone for three months, Mags." He breathes against her skin. "I don't think I can..." He dips his hands into the waistband of her shorts then into her panties. "Survive without you." He slides one of his hands up under her shirt to her breasts with the other down her undies.

"C'mon, Ri." She breathes out a laugh as he starts fondling her body. "I- I gotta pack. Bus'll be here tomorrow morning so I gotta be done by tonight..." She moans softly.

"You've been workin' so hard, baby. You gotta take a break." He says, his voice low in her ear. "At least before you gotta leave me for three months." She turns and smirks up at him before she pulls him down for a hot kiss that turns into one last quickie before she has to leave for twelve weeks.

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"I'm sorry you can't come with." Maggie says to Riley while they're sitting on her front porch, waiting for the bus. He has his arm around her shoulders and her legs over his lap, she's messing with his free hand. Riley helped her get all of her things out to the curb for easy pick up so now they're just waiting. "I wish you could. We'd have a lotta fun. Y'know, sex in a different city every other night." She laughs, leaning into him.

The bus pulls up in front of her drive way. "Here we go." Riley sighs, standing with his girlfriend. He hands her things up to one of the guys that are helping with the tour before turning to back to her. "This is it, huh?" Maggie smiles sadly as she wraps her arms around his middle, her face against his chest. "Have fun, okay?"

There's knocking the comes from the window of the tour bus. "Let's go!" Morgan shouts, a laugh following. "Maggie May!"

She rolls her eyes. "I love you."

"Love you too, Mags." He smiles down at her before nudging her toward the bus door, taking the couple steps up. "You be careful with her, okay?" He tells Brooks, the tour manager. "Be careful, y'all." He gives everyone a tip of of hat before heading back to the driveway to wave the bus off before he locks up her house then heads home.

Brooks helps her move her things to her bunk then leaves her to get settled.

After an hour into the tour, Maggie sighs heavily. "You okay?" Morgan asks from his spot on the couch in the back lounge.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She sighs, sliding her tub into the vacant bunk below hers after pulling out a hoodie. "Bittersweet." Maggie shrugs.

"C'mere." He pats the couch next to him.

"Is that really a good idea?" She asks, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over the 'Carhartt' logo printed down the arm. It's obviously Riley's with how big it is on her. It hangs halfway down her thighs and covers her hands. "I mean, with what happened last time and all."

"What happened last time?" Caleigh asks from out of no where.

"Hey!" She squeals, wrapping her arms around her closest girl friend. "What- I thought you were on a different bus!"

"We were supposed to but then Morgan talked Christian into swapping the bands to the other one to keep the four of us together for your first tour." Maggie shoots Morgan a look that has him laughing under his breath. "So, how's it going with Riley Green? He's real cute." Caleigh asks, sitting on the couch next to Morgan.

"Isn't he?" She smiles, bashfully. "He's such a great guy." Morgan sighs as he stands and heads to the front lounge, siding the divider shut behind him. "I think he might propose soon."

"Oh my god! Really?"

"Maybe. I mean, we're practically living together and we've been dating for almost two years." Maggie leans over and grabs two beers.

"Oh, are there any White Claws in there?" Caleigh asks, looking at the Busch Latte.

"Uh, no. Sorry." Mags cracks her bottle open. There's a quiet knock on the wood of the wall. "Yeah?"

"Sorry to interrupt you gals, but Michael's lookin' for you, Caleigh." Morgan says, grabbing his own drink from the small cooler next to the couch.

"How can he lose me? It's a forty five foot bus." She shakes her head, hanging Mags her can before heading up the the front of the bus.

Maggie drinks both of the beers before kicking her bare feet up on the armrest. "What's up, Wallen?" She giggles, tipsy. "Where're we goin'?"

"First stop is Knoxville." He says, sitting next to her, his arm on the couch behind her. "First show is tomorrow night! Are you nervous?"

"Absolutely, I am." She says with no hesitation.

He chuckles, rubbing her shoulder. "You'll be fine. First show is always the most stressful." She reaches over and grabs his beer from him, finishing it off. "Dude!" He tries to snag it back but she grabs his hand as she gulps it down. "Slow down. It's only been an hour and a half."

"I'm just stressed." Maggie sighs, leaning back against the couch, running her hand through her mess of curls. "Never done this before. Like a year or so ago, I refused to sing in front of anyone and now I'm opening for you and Michael with songs I write for myself."

"And you wouldn't have done it if it weren't for me."

"Don't get a big head, Morgan." She rolls her eyes. "How? How does this deal with you?"

"Let's see." He turns to face her, a small smile on his face. "If it weren't for me, we wouldn't have written some pretty cool songs. You wouldn't have recorded a song for us. Chris wouldn't have heard you sing a song you wrote for me to offer you a deal-"

"You're so full of yourself." She laughs, dropping her head against the back of the couch. She hums as she thinks back to her time as a song writer. "I guess you're right."

"Told you." She playfully hits him in the chest.

"So what do y'all do with the time between cities?"

"Fuck around. Write some songs. Play some video games. Drink. Sleep. Repeat."

"For twelve weeks?"

"Sometimes we get hotel rooms or go out to bars but usually, yeah."

"Wow, that sounds pretty boring. I shoulda put more thought into this."

"We made it to Knoxville!" Someone from the front shouts to them. "Inside; ten minutes."

"What does that mean?" Maggie asks as Morgan stands. "Holy shit, I'm nervous as fuck."

"It means we all gotta be in the venue in ten minutes to get everything set up for tomorrow night. Y'know the lift for the drums, lights, stands-"

"Well, don't you do that the night of?"

"Usually but since there's three of us we gotta do it the night before if we can." She nods as she tugs Riley's sweatshirt off, tossing it on the back lounge couch before she grabs Morgan's hand, following him inside the building.

Brooks walks Maggie through the whole thing. Everyone's crazy patient with her and her incessant questioning. She finally has her head wrapped around everything as she's helping the guys set the instruments up. "So, y'all do this every year?" She asks one of the guys messing around with the foot pedals.

"We try to." He laughs back. "Wouldn't trade it for anything. I'm Dean."

"Mags." She politely shakes his sweaty hand before helping him plug some cords in. "I didn't realize how much work setting up was."

"The real fun is the tearin' down." He says sarcastically. "Packing everything back into the storage under the bus and the trailer-"

"Hey Mags! C'mere!" Michael shouts from the balcony at the back of the venue. She looks up then smiles. "Stairs are on the right of the bar."

"Holy shit." She laughs. "This- what a view."

"This is where you'll stand when we're on stage, if you want. Caleigh'll be up here the whole night."

"Hey Hardy!" Someone shouts from the stage. He huffs as he heads back down to the floor. Maggie leans against the railing of the balcony as she lights a cigarette, mindlessly playing with her lighter while she watches the boys get everything set up for tomorrow night; her first show ever.

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"Holy fuck." Maggie breathes out as she paces up and down the hallway, a bottle of water clenched in her sweaty hand and her third cigarette in the other. She heads back into the dressing room, jumping when she sees Morgan sitting on the couch. "How- how do you deal with the- the nerves?" She asks through a cloud of smoke.

Morgan chuckles as he stands, leaning against the small table against the wall. "Here." He says after pouring a dark liquid into a couple shot glasses.

"Chasin' you like a shot of whiskey." She winks before throwing it back, coughing harshly at the burn it gives her. "Woo! Hit me again." He clinks his glass against hers as they knock back their second shot. "Okay. Okay, okay, okay." Maggie clears her burning throat.

"Take a deep breath, Maggie May." Morgan says softly, his hands on her shoulders. "You're gonna do so great, okay?"

"Hell yeah, I am." She nods, getting that whiskey buzz. "Hell yeah, I am!" They share a quiet laugh as she hypes herself up. "Let's fuckin' go!"

Maggie bounces to the wings, shaking her nerves off as she takes a couple deep yoga breaths. The lights go down as she makes her way on stage before they go back up with some cheering following. She locks eyes with Dean who gives her a calming smile.

After her first song, Neon Eyes, her nerves are totally gone. She glances off to the wings and grins at her friends before starting a song that none of them have heard before. "Hey y'all. I'm Maggie Wilson and it's truly an honor to be singing out here tonight in Knoxville. Me and my buddy, Morgan," She points off stage, "We grew up together a couple hours east of here in a small town with the same dream of performing. If it weren't for him pushin' me, I wouldn't be up here in front of all y'all tonight. With that bein' said, here's Dirty Looks."

Morgan and Michael share a look as she belts out the chorus. She looks so comfortable out there. She looks like her old feisty self from high school, the feisty girl that Morgan fell for.

"Gettin' dirty looks from people at the bar. Gettin' dirty looks like, "Don't you know where you are?" Gettin' dirty looks like everybody's got somethin' to tell us but they ain't nothin' but jealous, baby, somethin' 'bout rough hands on a hard-workin' man; I just wanna get all over you like the dirt on your shirt and your jeans and your boots. If you ask me, dirty looks... Good on you, boy, good on you, boy, good on you..."

"Holy fuck!" Morgan laughs, clapping and whistling for her when her set ends.

"You did so good, baby! I told you you'd be great!" Michael says, wrapping his tattooed arm around her.

"You kicked ass, Gracie!" Morgan picks her up and spins her, both of their adrenaline spiked. She giggles, bouncing when she's set on her feet. "Wanna head up to the balcony to watch Hardy?"

"You betcha." She winks, grabbing his hand to head to the side steps, squeezing under a couple bars before sliding next to Caleigh. Morgan keeps his arm around Maggie's waist nearly the whole time Michael's performing. "His vibes are fuckin incredible!" She shouts to Caleigh, dancing with her as the sings Broke Boy.

Soon, it's Morgan's turn to be in the spotlight and Michael and the girls are pumped to see him on the stage. He looks like he belongs up on stage in front of everyone; singing his heart out to the crowd.

"Maybe it's your bad girl, underneath that sweet smile like a peek of black lace that nobody but me sees, just a trace of all the possibilities. Maybe it's a quarter moon, maybe it's the quart of wine that we haven't even touched yet, baby don't need it. Everything you're doing, girl, is my weakness..."

Maggie and Morgan point at each other as the chorus kicks in.

"I'm not good at not kissin' again when you're leanin' it on in a little closer. I'm not good at not getting sidetracked when your tank top strap's slipping off of your shoulder. Ohh, girl, I try to be, but I ain't that tough. I'm not good at not fallin' in love, fallin' in love, fallin in love..."

She squeals. "We wrote this one together!"

This is the first time she's heard a song that she's written live, the words screamed back by the adoring fans and she has tears in her eyes and goosebumps down her spine.

Her tears actually fall down her face when she hears 7 Summers start. This song is so special to her; she wrote it about Morgan and their relationship together in high school and it brings her back to those good times they had.