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My Favorite Kind of Blues - Teddy POV
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2025-04-30 04:10:52
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Half Wild, Half Yours Bloodlines & Beatlines
The moonlight filtered through the van’s curtains in slanted bars. Blue was curled up beside me, breathing slow and steady, wrapped in Tyler’s warmth. I watched her chest rise and fall, the soft curve of her collarbone, the way her hair fanned across the pillow. My heart felt like it might burst. But I couldn’t sleep. Not until I told her the truth. I shifted so I could look at her face. “Blue?” She stirred but stayed asleep. I brushed a kiss to her temple. “You deserve to know everything about me.” I sat up, pulling my knees to my chest. Tyler lifted his head, nosed my hand, then settled again. I took a breath and began. “My parents—” I paused, swallowing. “They run a real business. A big one. Offices, suits, boardrooms. I did my time at business school, got the degree. It was expected—get the credentials, prove yourself, then step into the family empire and run it one day.” My fingers traced the lion tattoo on my forearm. “When I told them I wanted to be a musician inste
Half Wild, Half Yours More Than a Name
We lay tangled together in the quiet, skin still slick and hearts still racing like they hadn’t gotten the memo that the storm was over. His fingers traced lazy circles along my spine, up and down, again and again, like he was trying to learn my shape in braille. The van felt like a heartbeat—quiet, alive, and completely ours. He kissed the top of my head and murmured, “Can I ask you something?” “Mmhmm,” I hummed against his skin. He tilted his head, curiosity warm in his voice. “Why are you named Blue?” I smiled lazily, not even opening my eyes. “You’re not the first person to ask.” He chuckled softly. “I’m sure I won’t be the last.” I sat up slightly so I could see him, brushing my fingers along his jaw. “My parents named me Blue because they wanted me to be endless. Like the sky. They wanted me to be free and fearless. Untamed. To live without fences. That’s what my mom always said. She wanted me to grow up knowing the world didn’t have to be something you stayed inside the
Half Wild, Half Yours All Tied Up in Blue
I jumped into his arms like there was no one else on this damn planet. Legs locked around his waist, arms around his neck, and I didn’t care who was watching anymore. Teddy caught me without missing a beat—like he’d been waiting, aching, praying for this moment. He buried his face in my neck and whispered something like “thank fuck,” but I couldn’t hear it over the roar in my ears. We didn’t say a word. He carried me across the field like I was weightless. Past the tents. Right up to my van—our van, lately. “Brody’s got Tyler,” he muttered as he yanked the door shut behind us, locking the world out in one slam. Then he turned and looked at me like he was starving. But before he could even touch me, I pushed him. He landed hard on the bed, wide-eyed. “Oh, we’re doing this?” “We’re doing this,” I said, crawling on top of him like sin in bare skin and determination. He reached for me, hungry, but I pinned his wrists down. “Nope. My turn.” Teddy looked at me like he’d just been st
Half Wild, Half Yours My Favorite Kind of Blues - Teddy POV
I don’t sleep. I pace. I write and rewrite a hundred versions of what I want to say—half songs, half confessions, none of them good enough. My notebook looks like I bled out on the page. By the time the sun starts creeping over the edge of the trees, I have a plan. No more playing it safe. No more hiding the parts of myself I think she’ll run from. It’s the last day of the festival. People are hungover, shuffling around camp with sunglasses and half-open beers. Brody tosses me a sideways look when I tell him what I’m about to do. “You sure?” he asks. “No,” I say. “But I’m doing it anyway.” I find the guy running sound for the main stage, offer him a handshake and a favor to cash in later. Then I go looking for her. She’s crouched outside the van with Tyler, hair tied up in that effortless, messy way she doesn’t realize is sexy as hell. She looks up when she hears my footsteps, but her face is unreadable. Like she’s not sure how to hold me anymore. “Come with me,” I say. S
Half Wild, Half Yours Line of Fire - Teddy POV
I wasn’t even sure how I’d ended up at this bonfire. Some kid from another band had passed me a bottle of Jack and pulled me into their circle like I was one of them. Laughs, smoke, stories—none of it registered. I wasn’t really here. I hadn’t been since she stormed off. My knee bounced restlessly as I stared into the fire, my hands twitchy with the kind of energy that couldn’t be burned off with a drink. I’d tried to talk to her earlier—hell, I’d wanted to fix it. But her eyes were a wall. Ice behind sunshine. I knew I was losing her. Knew it the second she asked what I was doing after tour and I couldn’t give her the answer she deserved. Because I couldn’t say home. Couldn’t say my real life is a cage my parents built for me. Couldn’t say I want you, but I don’t know how to keep you when I’m not even free myself. So I gave her nothing. And now I had nothing. Someone changed the music, and I heard the opening chords of Whiskey and Rain. The crack of the fire masked most of th
Half Wild, Half Yours Whiskey and Rain
The fire crackled low, casting golden shadows across the faces gathered around it. This wasn’t the same bonfire where I’d seen Teddy. That one still lived in the pit of my stomach like a coal. This one, though? It felt safer. Softer. Like a place I could sit down and not unravel. Luke and I were perched on a couple of folding camp chairs, red solo cups in hand. Someone had connected a speaker, and Morgan Wallen’s voice drifted through the trees like a worn-out prayer. I took a slow sip, feeling the sting of bourbon on my lips and the smoke in my lungs. “You know,” Luke said, glancing over at me, “I thought you were just another influencer when I first saw you.” I smirked. “Ouch.” He held up a hand. “Let me finish. I thought you were just pretty pictures and perfectly filtered van shots. But then you opened your mouth and started talking shit, and I was like—hell, she’s real.” I laughed. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” His eyes lingered on mine, steady and kind. “It is.
Half Wild, Half Yours Game Face
Rage Cage had chewed me up and spit me out. My head was spinning in that warm, buzzy way where I wasn’t drunk-drunk, but definitely riding the line. I ditched my empty solo cup on a folding chair and staggered away from the glowing chaos of the circle, hand to my forehead like I was shielding myself from a hangover that hadn’t even arrived yet. “I gotta pee,” I told no one and everyone. The music was still bumping behind me as I wandered past tents, strings of fairy lights, and a couple making out on an inflatable mattress. Typical. I found the edge of the forest, the unofficial latrine for half the festival, and was just about to dip behind a tree when a flicker of firelight caught my eye. A bonfire. Crackling, low, intimate. Not one of the big ones surrounded by drunk campers singing Wagon Wheel at full volume. This one was smaller, tucked into a dip in the land where the trees thinned out. And it had… people. Quiet laughter. Talking. One head tilted toward another. A
Half Wild, Half Yours Mam Yes Mam
The pounding on the van door shook the last bit of rose clay from my face. I blinked at Sadie through half-wiped streaks and we both froze, listening. “Let’s go, party girls!” Thomas’s voice boomed through the cracks. “Drinking games are starting!” Sadie grinned at me through her sheet mask. “We’re not turning that down.” I hesitated, nerves fluttering like a trapped moth under my skin. But Sadie gave me her classic don’t make me drag you look, and I caved. “Okay, okay,” I sighed, peeling off the rest of the mask. “Outfit change. Two minutes.” She skipped off toward the tent she and Brody were sharing while I ducked back into the van. Tyler trotted in behind me, tail wagging like he knew the vibes were shifting. I pulled on a yellow bikini top with a matching cheeky bottom, then slid into low-rise jean shorts that clung just right. My black Chacos were practical but gave outdoorsy hot girl energy. I re-braided my hair into two neat plaits, tugged a few wisps free to fra
Half Wild, Half Yours Open Wounds, Open Doors
The van was dark, save for the soft amber glow of the fairy lights strung along the ceiling. My boots were still on, half-off the bed, one heel digging into the edge of my blanket. Tyler was curled tight against my chest, breathing slow and steady like he was trying to regulate my heartbeat with his own. I didn’t know how long I’d been lying there—maybe ten minutes, maybe forever. A soft knock tapped against the van door. I stayed still. Maybe if I didn’t move, whoever it was would take the hint and go. Another knock. Louder this time. Then a voice. “Blue?” Sadie. I wiped my face quickly, dragging my sleeve across my cheeks, but I didn’t say anything. “Babe, I’m opening the door,” she said gently. “Don’t freak.” The latch clicked and the sliding door creaked open. A gust of cool air rolled in, laced with woodsmoke and beer and the distant thump of bass. Sadie stepped in like she’d been here before. Like she already understood the silence. She closed the door behind
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