Right in front of my eyes stood walls, complete freaking walls, at least twelve feet high, filled with vinyls.

"You should see your face right now," Blake laughed but I shushed him with my hand and then walked in.

How could there be so many vinyls? Honestly, it couldn't even be possible.

In the middle of the room there was a couch and a record player, but like the really old kind, with the big golden horn. My fingertips trailed lightly on it and then I looked around, almost spinning on me, kinda like when Belle in Beauty and the Beast walks in the library. That was how I felt right now. This was just like a freaking fairy tale, for me at least.

"Was enduring me worth it now?" Blake chuckled, leaning against the side of the shelves at the door.

"Yes! Yes, yes, YES," I squealed, and then actually jumped up and down and rushed to the vinyls.

"My dad puts them in alphabetical order with the artist name. You can pick everything, except the ones behind the glass that is," Blake trailed and then I turned and saw what he was talking about. There were two china cabinet, sort of, filled with vinyls in them.

I nodded to him and then turned back and stared in awe at what was in front of me.

How the hell would I choose? Just taking a few outs right now, I didn't even know who they were. I could never choose with so many possibilities that I didn't even know about.

"You look lost Pumpkin," Blake laughed beside me.

"Well, there's a lot of choice," I whispered amazed.

"Let me help you. You still want that Billy Holiday one and Frank Sinatra?" Blake asked and walked towards another wall.

"Yeah," I answered sheepishly.

Would that be too much?

"Okay and then? What else?" Blake asked, taking one vinyl out, the Frank Sinatra one, with its brown cover and I almost squealed again.

Breathe Lexi.

"You have any suggestion?" I asked.

The guy was bound to know everything good in here, right?

"What do you want? Happy stuff? Depressing stuff?" Blake asked, smirking a little.

"Can I have both?" I asked with a big grin.

"Sure," Blake chuckled and bent to take a vinyl out.

He walked to the record player and took the record out of its sleeve and placed it on.

"Now, I'm sure you know that song," Blake said and put the spindle on it.

The notes started to play, and indeed the music wasn't unfamiliar. I thought I had heard it somewhere, I wasn't sure where though. But it was only music playing, just violins and trumpets but no singing yet.

I waited, frowning but still no singing.

"When is it going to start?" I asked Blake and he laughed but before he could say anything the voice of the man started to sing, "Things that bother you they never bother me, I think everything's fine. Living in the sunlight, loving in the moonlight having a wonderful time," and I recognized it immediately.

"Hey, I heard that song in SpongeBob Square Pants," I laughed.

"Really? I was all set for oh but that's not the first version and blah blah blah. I'm disappointed," Blake laughed too.

"Huh?"

"Yeah that's Bing Crosby version. Maurice Chevalier sang it first. Wait, I have that record too," Blake trailed and walked back to the shelves, picked one up and came back, changing the vinyl.

This time the singing came much faster and the singer had a really strong French accent. I liked both versions. They were quite different.

"I do what I like just when I like and how I looove it. I don't give a hoot," Blake sang with Maurice, mimicking perfectly the accent and emphasis everywhere and I cracked up.

"You really do suck at singing," I finally managed to say, laughing.

"Oh well thanks. That's so nice coming from you. I really wouldn't be speaking if I were you," Blake smirked.

"Please! You laughed at my singing too. And you're as bad as-" but Blake cut me waving his hand in my face

"UKULELE SOLO," he screamed and indeed there was one and I cracked up again.

When the song was over, Blake took it off and placed in back in its sleeve.

"Alright two more," Blake smiled.

"Thanks," I smiled and then turned around, still amazed at everything in front of my eyes. "How did your father manage to get such a big collection? It's seriously impressive."

"A lot of those are from his family, and then my mom had quite a few too so they got them all together. When I was younger I swear that was all my parents listened to, over and over again. You should have heard Jay whine," Blake laughed a little.

"Jay?"

"Jayden, my brother," Blake explained

"Oh!"

He had never mentioned his brother's name to me, I was sure of that.

"He hated it," Blake smiled a little.

"Well, they're all here now," I snorted.

"Indeed, they are. Alright, what next?"

"I don't know. Something more depressing? A girl singing maybe?" I asked frowning.

I had no freaking clue what I wanted, seriously I didn't think I would have enough time in my life to listen to all of the vinyls in here anyway.

"You know Doris Day?" Blake asked, walking towards a specific shelf.

"Will you kill me if I say no?"

"Ugh, Pumpkin. What do you learn in school? You know stupiometrie but you don't know Doris Day? I would be ashamed if I were you," Blake said, fakely offended, smirking a little.

"Yeah, yeah! Brag! Not everyone has artists as parents," I scowled.

"Yes, that's right, I'm simply blessed," Blake smirked.

"Speaking of your parents, where are they?" I asked Blake, after he took another vinyl from the shelf.

"My dad is at the art gallery with Josh's dad and my mom is clearing out her head. She was in a writing frenzy last night and she pulled an all nightery. She needs to het out after she does that because she's like a feral animal when she gets in the zone. It's a little scary honestly," Blake laughed, smiling.

And I didn't know why, I smiled too.

His smile, that smile the guys had say every girl wanted from him, was contagious.

"Here's one of the songs I heard the most in my childhood. My parents were addicted," Blake explained and let the song start.

It was violin playing first and a little piano and then the woman started to sing, "I'm confessing that I love you, tell me do you love me too, I'm confessing that I need you, honest I do..."

The song was really nice and calm and soothing, and sad at the same time. I didn't know why but it felt like I had heard that song in Walt Disney's Cinderella's movie. I loved it!

I looked over at Blake and he had a small smile again, his thoughts obviously far away, in childhood memories probably, mouthing all the lyrics.

I looked back at the record player and kept listening to the song

"I'm afraid someday you'll leave me," she sang and then Blake looked at me and took my hand.

I frowned at him, but Blake just smirked and then pulled me towards him and started to dance, one of my hands in his one of his, the other on his shoulder.

"Wow, you didn't mention you danced too," I laughed a little, my mouth at the level of his shoulder. He smelled nice, really nice.

"Oh yeah, I rock Pumpkin, you should see the sick moves I can do," he laughed too and I could see him smile at the corner of my eye.

We kept dancing slowly, as I tried to keep a safe distant from his chest. Doris kept singing.

"Ty sucks at dancing, he always steps on my feet," I laughed.

"Poor Pumpkin," Blake laughed again.

"I like that song."

"Me too."

And then there was a man chorus at the back and I laughed.

"What?" Blake laughed too.

"Sorry, but with the man chorus for some reason that just sounded way too much like a scene in Cinderella," I chuckled.

"SpongeBob and now Cinderella? What are you? Eight?" Blake laughed.

I rolled my eyes at him and then the song ended and we split apart.

"Alright, I want that one too," I smiled.

"Okay. Anything else?" Blake asked and then put the vinyl in its sleeve too.

I thought about it for a second and then I had an epiphany.

How could I have not thought about that song?

"I got something; I hope you have it though," I trailed and looked through the shelves, glad it was all in order.

"What are you looking for Pumpkin?" Blake laughed.

"Your song," I exclaimed, bending, my fingers skimming across all the records.

"My song?" Blake asked, confused behind me.

I kept looking and finally saw the name I wanted; Dion. And then look at the choice and yes the song was there.

"Yes, your song," I smirked and walked to the record player with the vinyl in my hands, and then placed it.

The familiar beat started to play in the room.

"Oooooh, well I'm the type of guy that'll never settle down," I sang with Dion, and Blake rolled his eyes, but laughed too.

I started to dance with the beat, snapping my fingers, taking little steps, moving my shoulders a little.

"I hug'em and I squeeze'em they don't even know my name," I sang louder pointing him, laughing, and Blake laughed even more.

"Yeah, right because you didn't know my name," Blake smirked, and then I kept singing, and dancing.

Blake grabbed me around the waist and we turned and then his hand slipped in mine and he made me spin around myself, and we dance again, laughing, and singing.

He obviously knew that song too.

"I'm never in one place I roam from town to town!"

And we were both awful singers, though he really wasn't that bad. His voice was too deep and hot to ever be awful.

"I roam around around around yeaaaah," we sang and then the solo started and Blake lifted me and swung me over his should, taking me by surprise, making me squeal.

"Blake put me down, put me down," I yelled, laughing, my head upside down.

"Yeah, right, like I'm going to do that," Blake laughed and then spun on himself.

"Blake stop. I'm going to get sick," I laughed, trying to lift my head, and squirm off his shoulder.

But Blake didn't listen and kept spinning and laughing while I pounded on his back and laughed too.

"Blake?" a voice suddenly asked over the music and Blake stopped dead in his track, while I was still upside down over his shoulder, my face against his back, unable to see who was at the door.

Oh damn.

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Hello my little Pumpkins! Sorry, I should have uploaded this yesterday, but I got my vaccin and my arm was sore so I was useless at typing. XD

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