"Ehh who knows" Abby said with a giggle. She took the plate and started munching on her piece. She watched as Tyler cleaned off his guitar. She sat down on a chair and rubbed her knees. They were throbbing

Tyler didn't really feel like eating so he sat in a chair and finished cleaning the old guitar before tuning it, then strumming a couple chords. "I cannot believe this thing hasn't turned into dust already." He mused under his breath, playing a slow tune before amping it up a little. "And I said hey pretty lady would ya gimme a sign I'd do anything to make you mine all mine, I'll do your biddin and be at your beck and call. Yeah, I've never seen anyone lookin so fine man I gotta have her she's a one of a kind." Tyler started to sing the quick tune under his breath, rather absentmindely, as he adjusted different strings

Abby sang along with Tyler, her voice ringing softly in the small cabin. She suddenly got an idea. Have you ever wanted to move out of here? She asked

Tyler glanced up away from his guitar as Abby spoke. "Not really. Why?" he asked caustiously, wondering why she had asked. He had a horse here, a stables which included a good income, and a home. What more could he ask for?

"I mean like out of the cabin? Into an actual house?" She was just curious

Tyler shrugged, turning a knob on the guitar a little more before trying again. "Well... I've never needed any more space. I don't spend a lot of time inside, so what's the point? It's just more to clean or pay for." He answered, strumming a couple notes to the song *How Do You Like Me Now* by Toby Keith

Abby shrugged and sang the pet if the song that he played "how do you like me now? How do you like me now. Now that I'm on my way?"

"Do you still think I'm crazy, standing here today? I couldn't make you loved me but I always dreamed about... livin in your radio, how do you like me now." Tyler finished it out. "I know way too many country songs." He mused, putting down the guitar with a sigh and glancing around.

Abigail giggled softly then shook her head. "And I listen to too many pop and country songs." She got up and put her plate down. She plopped onto his bed and rubbed her legs with a quiet groan.

Tyler cast a slightly concerned glance at Abby. "How are your legs feeling?" he asked