"Wow, you look like shit." Morgan says when he sees Jenna walking like a zombie down the hallway at Big Loud. She gives him the dirtiest look he's ever seen as she shoves her key into the lock of the door he's leaning against. "Thanks for the sunshine." He huffs, setting a coffee carrier and a paper bag down on the teardrop shaped table.

"Sorry, I don't mean to be a bitch." She mumbles, tossing her bag on the floor next to the couch.

"What's up?" He asks, sitting on the couch across from her.

"It's nothing." She responds, setting up the keyboard she's been keeping in the room.

"Jen." Morgan says softly, leaning against the wall she's facing. "As a friend, talk to me."

"Fine." She swallows, turning to face him then popping a hand on her hip. "I've been living out of a hotel room for the past three days."

"What? Why?"

"I told Michael what I did and he said he needed space." There's a question weighing on his tongue and Jenna can practically read it through his eyes. "I said what I did. Not we."

He rubs the back of his neck. "So he doesn't...?"

"Nope. It's my fault, not yours. I made a move on you, not the other way around." She sits at the keyboard. "But, I got a lotta lotta ideas from this."

Morgan feels bad- no. He feels terrible.

"Hey, you can crash at my place if you want. I got a spare bedroom."

"I don't- I don't think that'd be a good idea."

"I don't want you livin' outta hotel because of me." She rolls her eyes. "I'll text you my address. It's up to you if you wanna stay in an actual house instead of some grimy hotel, okay?" She doesn't respond. "Okay." He pats her back then hands her a coffee.

Jenna really wants to take him up on his offer and sleep in a real bed but staying with him after cheating on Michael with him feels slimy.

But, he doesn't know that she kisses him.

But it's wrong.

But it's a real fucking bed with real food to eat. She can't live off of coffee and dry cereal for much longer.

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By lunch, Jenna's mood as been lifted. Morgan's been cracking jokes all morning.

"Okay," Jenna says around a mouthful of burger he bought her for lunch. "What about this?" She wipes her hands off with a napkin. She picks up her guitar and clears her throat.

"...When I'm wearing your blue jeans, I feel ya here on my body. So much for forgetting, you hanging on my hips. It's tailor made how you fit me. Each seem stitched perfectly, hooks me baby like the belt loops around my finger tips. When I'm wearing your Blue Jeans, when I'm wearing your Blue Jeans..."

"Blue jeans?"

She silently licks her lips. She misses Michael so much but it's only been a couple days- it's been a silent couple days.

Silence from a guy usually means it's over, he just hasn't said so yet.

Jenna runs her hands through her hair and sighs heavily. "I feel awful, Morgan."

"You shouldn't. It's my fault."

She suddenly stands and starts pacing. "I love him. I love him so fucking much, Morgan, and I just ruined it."

"I don't know what to say. Sorry, I'm real bad at this."

"When I'm wearin' your blue jeans..."

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Jenna rolls on her side, tears dripping off her nose. She chokes on a sob, her body shaking as she grips the pillow. It's been an incredibly hard day. Her and Michael talked about an hour ago and he said that he needed to take a break from her.

An unofficial break up.

Is it permanent?

Is it just a break?

This is what happened between Ross and Rachel on Friends.

After their tough conversation, Jenna showed up on Morgan's doorstep forcing back tears.

He let her in in a heartbeat, sending her to the bathroom to unwind with a hot shower and then a nap if needed.

She's been crying ever since.

There's a soft knock on her guest room door. "Jenna?"

She sniffles in response, hiding her face in the pillow as she curls up tighter under the sheets.

Morgan pokes his head into the room, his heart breaks at the sight.

"Hey," She doesn't move. "You hungry? I made some chicken casserole." She doesn't respond. "It's my Mama's recipe." He says, trying to coax her out of her cave.

She peers out from behind the sheet. "Your Mama's recipe?" He nods. "Well shoot."

Jenna forces herself out of bed to follow him to the kitchen. She sits at the counter and Morgan serves her.

"I need your help." She mumbles. "I need to get my feelings outta me. I need to just let it out."

"Okay." He nods, exhaling softly. "Let's see."

After a couple minutes of brainstorming over chicken casserole, Jenna's at her keyboard with a notepad on the table next to her.

"How many times have I sat on this bed?

Brokenhearted all over again, wondering if God was even listening. Was He busy while I was wishing? But then you walked in the room, ordered a drink. There wasn't no halo, wasn't no wings but you fell from the sky, too damn divine and i..."

She sings, tears forming in her eyes again.

"I think heaven heard me. Hallelujah, here you are. Boy, I prayed and now you're in my arms. Every word He took into consideration 'cause you're perfect in every way. Boy, looking at you, how can I not bеlieve? I think heavеn heard me..."

She sits back against the couch and covers her face with her hands. "Son of a bitch!" She gets to her feet.

"What're you listenin' to?" She asks when she sees Morgan hunched over on the edge of his bed with his phone in his hand.

"Huh?" He quickly turns off his phone.

"Morgan," She steps closer. "What were you listenin' to?" She repeats, her tone going more serious. He sets his phone beside his thigh. "Morgan..."

He bites back a small smirk, his cheeks turning pink as he looks up at her. Jenna reaches for his phone but he's quicker than her, holding it out of her reach. "Morgan!" She whines, gripping his sweatshirt sleeve.

"Fine." He hands it over. "Michael put out a new song." Jenna pulls up the video. "Signed, Sober You." She hits play and that sweet voice that she fell for trickles from his speakers.

The words he sings is practically a stab to her heart.

Does he miss her or not!?

Jenna tosses him his phone back then stands, immediately heading to his kitchen for a bottle of whiskey then to the living room to crank out some more songs.

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"I'm like cotton blowing in the breeze on the plains of west Texas somewhere. I need a place where I can spread my wings, feel the rush and the wind in my hair. Just like a bird with a sweet song, just know I'm gonna get stuck in your head. Oh no but baby don't sing along so much that you ain't gonna forget

Cause boy I'm Wild as the West, leave your head in a mess, get your heart beatin' outta your chest. You'll feel like an old mustang chasin' that freight train cursin' the day we met. So if you know what's best, let me be Wild Like the West..."

"She sounds amazing." Joey says to Morgan. "She seriously wrote this in an hour?"

"Less than." He replies.

There's a soft knock on the door and Morgan opens it. "Hey, man." He says when he sees Michael. "What's up?"

"I left my wallet here." Morgan steps aside for him. He gets a few steps in and stops at the sound of Jenna James' voice. "Wow." He mumbles, his cheeks glowing when she looks up at him through the glass.

She stutters of her words then clears her throat. "S- sorry, Joey." She says, looking at Michael. "Can we do that again?"

"Sure." He rewinds the track then hits play.

She glances at michael throughout the chorus she re-recordes, her heart beating hard in her chest.

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