Maggie sighs heavily as she crosses through the threshold of the house, her body sweating and shaking with nerves as she quietly sets her purse on the kitchen counter. She's glad that her and Morgan had bought a house after they got engaged but put it in his name because she can easily leave.

And that's what she does.

She's halfway through packing her stuff up when the door opens. "Hey." Morgan says gruffly, clearing his throat. Maggie doesn't respond as she keeps bouncing between the closet and the big ass plastic tub on the floor by the bed where she's folding up her clothes before stacking them neatly in the bin. "Mags."

"I don't want to talk to you." She says, bunching her hair into a bun. "Okay?"

"C'mon, Maggie." She keeps her head down as she grabs an armful of jeans. "Babe-"

"Don't call me that, Morgan."

"Maggie," He wedges himself between her and the plastic tote on the floor. "Talk to me. Scream at me! Something!" She keeps her eyes on a random spot on the far wall of the bedroom. "Look at me, Mags!" He grabs her chin and makes her lock eyes with him. She clenches her jaw and smacks his arm away. "C'mon!"

"I have nothing to say to you." She says, tucking pairs of folded jeans away.

"Gracie-"

"Stop." She simply says, popping the lid back on the bin. She grunts as she struggles to lift it, Morgan huffs loudly as he picks the tub up, carrying it out to her car for her.

"Maggie-"

"Why would you do this, Morgan? Am I not enough for you?" She asks in a soft voice. "I thought what we had was good but..."

"Listen, it was a mistake."

"Well, I hope she was a mistake worth making because you just lost me." Maggie says, slipping her engagement ring off then she turns and starts to her car.

"Mags- Maggie!" He shouts after her, grabbing her hand. "Don't do this. We can work through this." She looks down. "I don't want to lose you again."

"Then why did you fuck that girl? If you didn't want to lose me, why risk it?"

"I- I don't know." He says truthfully, rubbing the back of his neck. "I really don't but I do know that I love you."

"No you don't." She sighs, opening her car door. Maggie silently slides in and drives off, forcing back tears as she heads to her brother's place.

=

It's been three months since Maggie broke things off with Morgan and she's surprisingly doing great. She's been working hard on her music and she's set to put out her third album pretty soon.

She hasn't heard a peep from Morgan; not even anything from Michael or Caleigh and it's slightly worrisome but she's trying to push the guy from her mind and heart, it really isn't working. She finds herself thinking about him every day, praying that he's doing okay but is too strong willed to check on him.

Why would she?

He caused this mess.

Maggie hums to herself with a set of noise canceling headphones around her ears as she brainstorms lyrics for a fresh song. Her tongue pokes out from her lips as she writes, nodding slightly in agreement. She doesn't hear the door shut or the voice calling her name but she jumps when she feels a pair of hands on her shoulders. "No! Fuck!" She turns, her pen tight in her first ready to strike but then relaxes when she sees who it is. "What're you doin' here?"

"You not happy to see me?" Michael asks, sitting on the small table in front of her. "Ouch, Mags."

"You're interruptin' me." Michael reaches out for her hand and pats it. "What?"

"There's a party at the club on Friday and I want you to come with us."

"Who's us?"

"Just Caleigh and me." He says, dropping her hand. "We'll pick you up-"

"No, I can drive myself."

"We'll pick you up at seven." Michael stands, sliding his hands in his pockets after adjusting his Run the Damn Ball hat. "You doin' okay?"

"Yeah, I am." She smiles, nodding. "Vibin'."

"Good. How's the song writin' comin'?"

"It's comin'. Been gettin' stuck after writin' the choruses." She hands him her notes. "But I've got some killer choruses written and I'm almost done with another one."

"These are good, like always, Mags." He says, reading over the lyrics scrawled on the paper. "How do you come up with this shit?"

"Out of body experiences." He gives her a look. "I put myself in other people's shoes; make stories up about people I've seen on the streets..."

"Wow. I've never thought 'bout doin' that. That's probably why you're the best of the best." He winks, handing her notes back.

"Oh shut up." She rolls her eyes. "You busy right now?" Michael shakes his head. "Help me."

"You got it."

Michael sits himself next to her on the couch, kicking his sandaled feet up on the table. "Let's see whatcha workin' with." He flips through a stack of sheets better settling on one that's half started.

"And what does that say about me? I could do you like I did, that I could break an angels wings. What does that say about me that I stood there like a fencepost as you drove off in your car. What does that say about me now that I broke your pretty heart, your pretty heart...

I've been drinkin' like a drunkard in these Austin neon lights. Burning smokes and wondering if there's anything that I've done right. Well I wish that I could go back, hang on to what I had. Guess that's all, babe, nothing but a dream..."

"Wow." Michael mumbles. "That's kinda heavy."

"It just kinda came from my heart when I caught Morgan. I just kept thinkin' that it's the universe getting even with me for cheatin' on Matt and Riley." She sighs, running her hand through her hair. "That one was an inner body experience."

"Wow." He repeats, editing her music. "Here."

"I didn't think I's a bad guy, I knew that you were good. You were golden on the inside and you loved me the best you could. I'm the one who dropped the ball, got you high and let you fall. Let the best thing I ever had slip away..."

"And then the chorus, my verse followed by two more choruses." She writes it down and stands, tucking the finished song away in a separate, thick folder.

"How many more do you got?"

"Three? I dunno." She shrugs, pushing her hair back. "I'm gonna talk to Gus and get a time slot to record and then finish a couple more songs and then I'll be that much closer to putting out my third album!" She squeals. "Here, I wrote this song and I don't like it so do with it what you will."

"Wonderin' 'Bout the Wind." Michael hums, reading over the song. "I think I will do with it what I will." He smirks, walking off down the hallway as Maggie gathers her things to head to a booth. "Friday at 7!" He shouts down the hall before disappearing into another lounge.

Maggie shakes her head as she locks the door behind her then shuffles to the recording booth. "Hey Gus." She smiles then stops when she sees Morgan recording; belting out songs behind the glass. "Shit."

"Just a sec, Mags." He mumbles, pushing a switch forward and the one next to it backwards. "Sounds great, Wallen."

"Thanks, man." He responds, clearing his throat before he slides the headphones off. Maggie lowkey panics and dips into the bathroom across the hallway, waiting for Morgan to leave the room.

"Mags?" Gus asks, spinning in his chair.

"Huh?" Morgan asks as he slides his jacket on, flipping his long hair over the collar. "I'll see you later, man."

Maggie takes a deep breath as she slips back into the booth. "Hey, when are you free next to lay a few down?"

"You got more songs?"

"Yeah, just a couple." She says, her blue eyes trailing across the soundboard to a sheet of paper with her handwriting on it. "What's that?"

"Oh, it's called 'Wonderin' Bout The Wind'. Morgan brought it in and we recorded it a couple minutes ago. Wanna hear it?"

"Sure." Maggie sits on the couch behind him as he plays the song that was just recorded. The way he sings it makes it sound so emotional and touching and personal that it brings tears to her eyes.

"His music is always so personal and-"

"That's my song." She exhales a breath she didn't know she was holding. "That's my song."

"I- I didn't know."

"It's fine. I'm just pissed that he can make anything sound good." She runs her hand over her face. "Anywho, I want to record a couple. Let me know when you're free so we can do that, 'kay?"

"Yeah, sure." He nods, opening his scheduling book. "I'll shoot you a text later."

She thanks him and heads out to her car, driving back to her new home.

=

Caleigh whistles when she sees her best friend locking her front door in a pair of tight ripped skinny jeans, a strapless top that she borrowed from the brunette and a pair of boots on her feet. "Damn, girl!" She shouts from the truck.

"Oh shut up." She shakes her head with a smile on her lips.

"You even straightened your hair!" She gasps, reaching out to run her fingers through the silky strands of blonde. "You look sexy, Mags! Doesn't she look good!?"

"C'mon now." She chuckles, sliding into the backseat.

"I didn't even recognize you up there." Michael comments as he starts towards the bar. "You do look pretty."

"Thanks y'all." She sighs, carefully brushing her hair behind her shoulder. "What's this party for?"

"Christian threw it together." Michael shrugs, taking a turn. "It's a real small thing."

"You're full of shit." Maggie mutters when she sees a line out the door that's starting to wrap around the building. "The fuck is goin' on?"

"Maybe it's not a small thing." Caleigh says, tapping her fingers against her lips. Michael parks the truck and the two girls hop out. "C'mon." She hooks her arm with Maggie, walking them right to the door. "Michael Hardy, Caleigh Ryan, and Magnolia Wilson."

The bouncer holds his hand out for ID's then nods the trio into the club.

"Wow." Maggie says, looking around the crowded bar, making a beeline for the bar to help calm her nerves. "Screwdriver, please." She tells the bartender, handing him a five before she gets her drink. She leans against the bar, looking around at the people to see if she knows anyone.

"Excuse me." The bartender asks. "What's this party for?"

"I was gonna ask you the same thing." She chuckles. "My friends told me it was a small get together."

"Mags!" Caleigh shrieks a little while later, her arm linking around the blondes. "There's karaoke!"

"Oh, no, not tonight." She responds, gripping her second drink. Caleigh gives her a look that has her huffing. "Fuck, fine." She sets her glass down and heads up to the stage with her best friend, shaking her head as they pick up mics.

"We've got Caleigh and Mags singin' Knee Deep by Zac Brown Band and Jimmy Buffett." The guy says, smiling at Maggie as he sets the song up then hops off the stage.

The girls can't stop laughing as they belt out the song, Maggie rolls her eyes when she sees Michael recording them on his phone.

Maggie steps off the platform and sighs, patting Michael on the chest before she returns to the bar for a water. "Okay y'all." Christian says into the mic, running his hand over his sleek graying hair before tucking it in his front pants pocket. "Thanks for comin' tonight. We're celebratin' a couple things. First; our boy, Morgan, has finally put out his first full length album. Second; it's his twenty fifth birthday today."

Maggie's head shoots to the stage before she glances around the crowd. There are cheers as the brunette bounces onto the platform, joining his boss with that silly grin of his. "Thanks, man." He says, shaking his hand. Maggie feels something in her chest as he locks eyes with Morgan, that feeling turning to tears swelling in her eyes as she heads to the back door of the club.

She shivers as a cool breeze rolls through the alleyway, her fingers riffling through her bag for a cigarette. She lights up and feels her body start to relax.

Meanwhile, inside the club, Morgan stops Michael. "There's a girl with uh, blonde hair- straight blonde hair." He says, glancing around. "I dunno where she went."

"Who is this?"

"She's real pretty." He turns to the bartender. "The girl that was sittin' here, the blonde, where did she go?"

"Outside, I think." He shrugs, pouring leftover drinks down the drain behind the counter. "Straight blonde hair?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, outside." Morgan raps his hands against the countertop before he slides down the dark hallway to the back exit.

"You okay?" He asks the back of the girls head. Maggie nods, blowing out smoke. "Crazy night, huh? I wasn't expecting this at all." He says, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. Maggie nods again, her hands trembling as she flicks the butt away before she turns and looks up at the brunette in front of her. "Woah."

"Hi." She replies, swallowing harshly. "Congrats on the new album, Morgan."

"Thanks." He says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "What've you been up to?"

"Just been busy, y'know?"

He nods. "You look good, Mags." He blushes slightly. "Never seen you with straight hair, I didn't recognize you at first." He runs his fingers through the blonde strands.

"Everyone's been doin' that." She giggles, letting him. "It's like the eighth wonder of the world."

Morgan snorts, his eyes scrunching up. "Thanks for comin' out." She nods, looking down at her boots. "It's nice seein' you again."

"Yeah, you too." Morgan squeezes her shoulder gently, his hand lingering before he turns back to the bar.

Maggie blushes to herself as she follows him, her lips forming into a small smile. "Hey." She says to Michael, her smiling widening as she picks up a water.

"What we're you doin'?"

"I talked to Morgan."

"How'd that go?" He asks, nodding to the bartender for another beer. "See you're still upbeat."

"It was nice talkin' to him." She bites her lip as she glances around, blushing hard when she makes eye contact with her ex. Maggie sets her drink down and heads back outside for a smoke.

Morgan follows her, slipping out the door to join her. "Can I help you?" She asks, lighting the second cigarette. He takes it from her followed by a drag before he presses her against the wall, kissing her deeply.

Maggie breathes out a soft moan, her head falling back as he starts attacking her neck, his hands roaming around her body. "God- wait." She pants, her hands on his chest.

"What?"

"Not here." She stubs the cigarette out against the wall before she grabs his hand and leads him outside. "Did you drive here?" He nods. "Gimme your keys." He does as he's told and fishes the key ring from his jacket pocket. She hops into the drivers seat and starts up his truck. "Where to?"

"Your place."

Morgan got the best sex he's ever had for his twenty fifth that night.