"She is my muse," he said outloud for the fifth time. McGee thought it sounded a little strange.

"They are my muse." The young author played with the words.

He sighed and leaned back in his custom black leather chair, shuting his eyes and folding his hands over his stomach. He thought back to all the memories he hasn't yet remembered, but only a few joyous ones came to mind.

Hi clicked the touch screen on his iPod, hitting the shuffle button, and lowering the volume, so it became more in the background. Fantasy stories always had background music, why shouldn't he?

He layed down in the grass, patting the soft patch next to him, motioning for her to lay down. She did so, exausted from running through the wild flowers. She could feel his heavy heart beat through his grey cotton shirt. She listened to it slow down. He rested his hand on her back, beckoning for her to come closer.

She batted her eyes, and kissed his lips.

Whoever said there isn't a song for every occation, lied.

McGee smiled, staring at the digital picture of him and Abby laying against the grass, posing with goofy grins. The thought made him smile.

He flipped the picture, seeing a small orange dauchaund, silently sleep on Abby's stomach, while she tried her hardest not to laugh. A task, which she was currently failing.

"I think she likes you." Tim chuckeled watching his neighbors dog lick Abby's face.

"Ya don't say," she said, laughing. McGee was sitting for his neighbors dog while she went to visit Oklahoma City. He was more than happy to help, and so was Abby.

"If you're still enough, she might fall asleep." McGee said.

"Oh, yeah right." Abby scoffed. She picked up the dog, sat upright, and placed the dog in her lap. When she next looked down, the dauchaund looked a little drowsy.

Tim shot her an 'I told you so' glare, which she ignored. "Lay back down. I'll take a picture." Timothy whispered.

Abby scooted the dog onto her stomach, and hit the floor with a soft thud. The little pup stirred, and the goth held her breath. But she couldn't help bursting with laughter. Quickly, McGee whipped his phone out, and snapped a picture, right where everything stood.

Timothy put his phone down, and recalled the times he's had with Abby.

"She is my muse."

He liked the sound of that.

A/N: I'm satisfied. I really am.

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