Maggie smiles to herself as she wiggles her pink toes in the white gulf shore sand in Orange Beach, Alabama. She looks over her sunglasses at Caleigh who also has her nose in a piece of literature. Mags has her favorite book in her lap; the Great Gatsby, and Caleigh's reading a Rolling Stone magazine. "Where are the boys?"

"Uh, there." Caleigh points to a boat pulling up to the dock. "C'mon." The two girls gather their things and head down the wood plank walkway. The taller teases Maggie about her blue oversized floppy beach hat that almost goes out past her shoulders.

"Morgan picked it out for me." She smiles, hanging her sunglasses on the thin chest piece of her navy blue skimpy swimsuit. "He couldn't stop gigglin' to himself."

"You guys are too cute." Caleigh smiles, stepping onto the boat before greeting her beau with a kiss. Michael grins, taking her bag for her.

"Where's Morgan?"

"He should be up there." Michael nods to the front of the boat as he throws his inked arm around his girlfriend's shoulders.

Maggie hands Michael her bag and pulls her thin cover up on, kicking her sandals off before heading to the small group of guys. "Hey there, pretty lady." A guy in a black and orange Vols ball cap says, giving her a confident smile. "What're you doin' here?"

"Hi." She grins back, pulling her cover up tight around her body. "I'm lookin' for a guy."

"Well, stop lookin' baby." He winks, his unbuttoned shirt flapping open, exposing his stomach and inked chest and Maggie blushes. "What's your poison?"

"Whatcha'll got?" She asks, looking over the big ass cooler. "I'll take a Shiner." The guy picks two up and bare hand pops the cap off. "Thank you."

The mystery man runs his eyes over Maggie, tucking his lip between his straight teeth. "You don't sound like you're from 'round here."

"Oh, no, I'm not." She smiles. "Are you?"

"No." He chuckles, running his hand through his reddish hair.

"Mags!" Caleigh calls from behind her. Said girl excuses herself and joins her best girlfriend. "Who were you talkin' to?" She asks, looking over at the tattooed guy with a goatee.

"I dunno." She responds, giving him a flirty smile as they make eye contact. "What's up?"

"You just looked like you were drowning over there."

"Oh no, I was fine but thanks for lookin out." Caleigh nods before walking off back to Michael.

"Who're you here with?" The tattooed guy asks, leaning against the railing, looking out to the gulf.

"Michael and Caleigh and-"

"Mags!" Morgan beams, pulling his fiancé against his side. "See y'all've met."

"Not properly. I'm Maggie." She extends her hand.

"Upchurch, Ryan Upchurch." He shakes her hand. "Nice to meet you, Maggie." He winks at her before he slides into the small group of guys, blending in.

"What's up?" Maggie asks, not even giving her fiancé a chance to even question what happened. "How's the filming?"

"'Bout to start here in a bit. Waitin' for Tyler to get here then we're headin' out to the water." Morgan explains, grabbing his own longneck. "You look cute." He gives her a once over before he kisses her cheek.

"Okay!" The director shouts, getting everyone's attention. "I need BK and Tyler with Wallen up on the front of the boat and I need the girls here." Hardy and Ryan share a look. "And y'all, just talk with the girls."

Ryan sits his ass down on the side of the boat next to Maggie, offering her a second beer. She takes it, holding it out for him to pop the top off bare handed then she takes a long drink from it.

Morgan clenches his jaw as he watches Maggie giggle at something Upchurch whispers to her. He clears his throat, hopping off the front end of the boat to get himself a couple shots before he continues filming.

=

After they finish filming the parts on the boat, the group spend the rest of the night out in the gulf partying. Maggie is a little past tipsy, Morgan more drunk than she, Michael is buzzed and Caleigh is as sober as a rock.

Currently, she's trying to rally the three in the truck. Michael was easy, he just hopped on in but the engaged couple is another story. Morgan is chit chatting with anyone and everyone who'll talk but Maggie becomes a rebellious teenager. She was asked to get to the truck but instead she kicks her shoes off and leaps off the dock into the chilly water. She gasps as she resurfaces, smirking at Morgan who's offering his hand to help her out of the water. She yanks him down in with her, squealing loudly when he splashes her. Michael shakes his head as he marches into the water and tosses his soaked best friend over his shoulder, carrying her to the truck while Ryan manages to get Morgan out and follows the two back to the Ford.

Maggie squeals as she's set in the bed of the truck, giggling hard at herself. "Morgan!" She squeaks, grabbing her fiancé's hand. Upchurch drops the tailgate and said man hops on up, laughing with the soaked blonde, leaning back against the window.

"Thanks, man." Michael says, giving Ryan a bro handshake.

"You keep your eye on that girl." He says, winking at Maggie.

"She's trouble, for sure." Caleigh laughs.

"Y'all ready?" Michael shouts through the back slider as Caleigh starts up the truck then heads down the highway to their hotel room.

=

"Shh!" Morgan slurs to Maggie as they stumble their way to their hotel room, giggling quietly with each other as they fumble with the keycard. "Shut the fuck up!" He laughs, pressing themselves against the door, falling in onto the floor of their room when the lock unlocks. Maggie let's out a shrill giggle, groaning as she struggles to get to her feet.

"I'm wet." Maggie mumbles, Morgan snorts. "You looked so fucking good in those shorts and that shirt and that ball cap." She breathes out, pulling him to the bed. "I need you to do somethin' for me."

"What's that?" He hums as she starts pulling at his clothes.

"I need you to fuck me." She moans, shoving his hand between her legs. "Right now."

Morgan doesn't question her or hesitate one second to strip their clothes off, letting the soaked pieces of fabric hit the floor with a soggy 'thwap'.

Soon, Morgan has Maggie letting out loud, unhindered moans and squeaks as they near their climaxes. "Fuck!" She shrieks when there's a pounding on the door. "Holy shit." She climbs off her fiancé, pulls on a hotel robe and answers the door with a flushed, sweaty face. "What- oh, what's up, Michael?"

"You guys are bein' real loud." Hardy says, blushing slightly as they have this awkward conversation. "We're rootin' for all y'all by the way."

"Michael..." She shakes her head, tucking the robe closed over her chest. "C'mon now."

"Seriously. It's two in the morning and there are other people stayin' in the hotel." Michael leans over and gives her a friendly cheek kiss before disappearing into the next room over.

Maggie turns to Morgan who's smirking from the bed. "Bathroom, now."

=

"Ready?" Morgan asks a couple days later with their bags in his hands. He's done filming the video so now the couple are on their way to Knoxville, Tennessee for a day, swing by Sneedville for a day, then back to Nashville.

"I guess." Maggie sighs, looking out to the gulf from the window. Morgan takes in her beauty, he's stunned. Their time out in the sun has made her blonde hair lighter, given her more freckles, and has tanned her skin to perfection. He blushes as he bites his lip. "What?"

"You're beautiful." He responds, heading to the door. "C'mon."

"You better not miss any exits this time, Wallen." She calls after him, shutting the door of their hotel room behind them.

Morgan cackles, using his elbow to his the lobby button on the elevator panel. He leans over and kisses her cheek. "Better not give me distractin' road head then." He whispers, giving her ass a pat as another couple joins them.

Maggie and Morgan make it to his truck. He tosses their bags into the bed and that action has Maggie biting her lip. "Don't give me that look, Gracie." He says, adjusting his ball cap with one hand on his hip. "I know that look."

"Let's just hurry up and get goin'."

Maggie slides into the middle seat of the cab, leaning against Morgan in the drivers side as he starts the diesel up the puts it into drive, starting the eight hour trek to Knoxville, Tennessee.

=

"So, when's your album comin' out?" Maggie asks with her head on Morgan's bare chest, fiddling with his necklace chain.

"Pretty soon." He responds softly, running his hand through her curls.

"I kinda miss singin' and writin'." She admits, tracing shapes on his sweaty skin.

"We all miss you down at the studio." Maggie leans up on her elbow and looks down at her fiancé. "Really."

"I've been gettin' little spurts of inspiration or whatever and I have so many chunks of songs in my purse and I just want to finish em."

"Well, go get em and I'll help you." Maggie slides out from under the warm sheets and tip toes to the kitchen to grab her purse. She returns with her notebook, purse, and a big bottle of whiskey. "That's my girl." He winks as he sits up, reaching over for his guitar. "Whatcha got?"

Maggie reads off a couple sentences and sighs. "I can't..."

"What?" Morgan looks up with those big blue eyes and Maggie's lips turn into that pretty smile of hers.

She says nothing as she pulls on a pair of panties and a big t-shirt then shuffles her way to the living room, sitting down on the cold piano bench. She closes her eyes as she starts on some chords, humming a melody to herself before actually singing out loud.

"Some people quit drinking too much, some people quit lying. Some people decide to grow up, but it's never too timing. Most wouldn't forgive what I put you through but I'm here tonight, hoping some people do..."

Morgan leans against the kitchen counter, a glass of water in his hand as he listens with a soft smile. "Wow."

"Yeah?" She spins on the bench to look at him.

"Yeah. You gotta record that one, for sure."

"It's been a while since-"

"Don't talk yourself outta it." He says, sitting next to her. "This is what I want you to do: I want you to write- or finish- a couple songs and I want you to come down and record em."

"It's been almost a year since I've been at the studio." She mumbles. "It's not that simple."

"Mags, c'mon now." He says, setting his glass on the top. "I'll help you, we can call Hardy and finish em but you're doing this."

"Morgan-"

"No, this- this is happenin'. You've been twiddlin' your thumbs for too damn long, I can tell." Maggie huffs and nods, turning back to her piano. "In the mornin', we can work on your stuff, alright. It's pretty late." He points at the small analog clock on the top of the piano that's sat next to her metronome. "C'mon." He takes her hand and leads her back to their bedroom, cuddle up together and shortly fall asleep in each other's arms.

=

"I kinda wanna write a song for people who've lost loved ones." Maggie states as she paces around Michael's souped-up music room with an unlit cigarette between her pretty lips. "I lost my momma, coulda lost my brother and lost a father without losin' 'em."

Michael nods, rubbing his hands together as he thinks. "Okay." He nods again, adjusting up his guitar in his lap as he clicks his tongue a couple times. "Let's see..."

"I guess more of a, uh, 'how you leave the world' type vibe of a song." She mumbles, letting out a smoke free breath. "But dedicate it to my momma and brother."

Michael hums in response, scrawling down a few lines. "Okay." He repeats. "Listen to this." He strums a couple chords, pauses to write someone down, then hands her the sheet of paper.

"Sprayed my name on a water tower, carved it in an old cottonwood tree, signed a bunch of high school year books so they don't forget about me..."

Maggie smiles slightly, continuing to the chorus.

"Did you stand or did you fall? Build a bridge or build a wall? Hide your love or give it all, what did you do? What did you do?

Did you make em laugh or make em cry? Did you quit or did you try? Live your dreams or let em die, what did you choose? What did you choose? When it all comes down, it ain't if, it's how they remember you..."

Maggie bites her lip as she fights back tears. "You, uh, you okay?" Michael asks when he sees her expression.

She clears her throat. "Yeah." She sets the sheet down on the table. "Yeah. That's a good song." She pulls her notebook out of her bag and flips to a page. "Okay, I wanna get as many done as we can so I can get back to the studio."

"You're goin back?" She nods. "Hell yeah! That's great, Mags. Everyone's missin' you." She rolls her eyes as she digs through her book again to the right page. "Whatcha got?"

"Breakin your heart is breakin mine. You ain't the only lonley one tonight, no there ain't a tear you can shed that I ain't already cried. Breakin your heart is breakin mine"

"Righteous, Mags." Michael says, chuckling at himself as he starts to throw chords together. "That's real good."

"Shouldn't take this long to get to my place, three years makes three miles feel like the long way. What I needed to do is in my rearview, shoulda seen the look on your face, watchin you, watchin me drive away..."

"Damn that's good." Michael taps his foot. "You could really just use C, F, Am and G." He mumbles, writing it down. "Just chug-a-lug luggin' along on your comeback album, baby." He hands her the paper. "What else ya got?"

=

"Y'all finished five songs?" Morgan asks from the bathroom with a mouthful of toothpaste and spit. "In a couple hours?"

"What can I say? We're the best in town." Maggie jokes, laughing as she turns down the bed. She kicks her pants and socks off before sliding in under the sheets. "But yeah, five songs have been finished with full lyrics and chords and titles and shit like that."

"Wow." He says, wiping his mouth off before flipping the switch off in the bathroom then joins his fiancé in bed. "You never lost your touch."

"Oh stop." She yawns, setting her glasses on the nightstand before turning the lamp off. "Tomorrow I'm goin' down to the studio to record 'em."

"That's great, baby." Morgan smiles, scrolling through his emails. Maggie glances over at him, feeling a different vibe than usual. "I can feel you lookin' at me."

"Are you okay?" She asks, rolling on her side.

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" He responds, tossing his phone on the nightstand. "It's late. Get some sleep."

=

After laying a couple tracks of each song, Maggie returns home with a six pack and a pizza to celebrate her return to music with her fiancé.

She sighs heavily as she slides the hot pizza on to the stove and drops the six pack in the fridge before she strips her sweatshirt off and heads to the bedroom. She freezes when she hears hushed moaning coming from behind the closed door. Maggie clenches her jaw as she swings the door open, gasping at the sight of her fiancé in bed with another woman.

"Fuck!" The girl shrieks, immediately pulling away from the brunette to get dressed. "What the-!? You never said you were datin' anyone!"

"Morgan." Maggie whispers, tears in her eyes.

Morgan glances between the two women with a guilty look. "Mags-"

The blonde is already out the door by the time Maggie unfreezes. "How could you?"

"Maggie-" She shakes her head as she spins on her heel, heading to the kitchen to pick up her purse and keys. "Where're you goin'!?" He borderline screams after her as she climbs into her car.

She has no idea why the fuck her hands led her to an old farm house about half an hour- forty five minutes- outside of Nashville. Maggie shivers as a cold breeze rolls through, tossing her blonde curls around. She nervously knocks on the door.

"Is Riley here?"