So I got some very kind reviews on my first foray into this fandom, and I couldn't help myself because I feel like we did not get a satisfactory acknowledgement of this part of the 'Bobby stole Luke's songs' thing. So here is another little one-shot, not necessarily a continuation of my first one. Just finished it, any mistakes are because I've only read it through to edit once.

Still don't own, whatever.

It was a few days after the concert at the Orpheum, and the completely insane whatever it was that allowed Julie to touch the guys. She came home after school to find Luke alone in the studio, guitar pick in his mouth, scribbling lyrics and notes in his journal and occasionally strumming a chord on his acoustic guitar.

"Where are Alex and Reggie?"

He jumped a little, he had really been focused when she walked in. "Um, they went to look for Willie, Reggie and I didn't think Alex should go alone."

Julie smiled, her boys were really good at looking out for each other. "Soooo, what are you writing?"

Luke actually seemed to blush a little, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck in a slightly nervous gesture. "Nothing much, just messing around." He quickly flipped his journal shut and changed the subject, "How was school? Don't you usually go and do your homework before visiting us out here?"

"Yeah, but I heard you playing and when I saw you were alone I thought it might be a good time to talk to you about something." She came over to the couch and he shifted over and set his guitar down so he could give her his full attention. She looked a little nervous, or confused maybe, he couldn't quite tell.

"You can always talk to me Julie, about anything."

She looked down and twisted her hands in her lap for a moment, before lifting her head and locking eyes with him. "You wrote all those songs. The ones that Trevor Wilson took credit for."

Lukes eyes flashed, angry for a second, but then they softened as he remembered what she had said back when they had found out about that. Those songs were important to her, and to her mom. "You said they were your introduction to rock music."

"They were. And I have been thinking about how amazing they were and about how hard I was on you about wanting to get back at him, but I think I understand better now." Julie took a deep breath and reached out to take Luke's hand. "Those songs were incredible, and I need you to know exactly how much they meant to me. How much they are part of my memories of my mom and learning to love music the way she did. You did that."

Luke was stunned. He hadn't really thought through this part of her knowing the songs and what that meant. They had all been so upset and angry at Bobby then. He swallowed hard and cleared his throat, "Would you be willing to share some memories of her and the songs with me?"

Julie blinked back a few tears and nodded slowly, "Will you tell me about writing them?"

He gave her a sad smirk, "Anything for you Julie, you know that."

They both let out a shaky laugh, remembering the last time he said those words to her.

A tear slid down her cheek as she let out a soft sniffle, and he couldn't stand it anymore. Thank God he could touch her now. He reached over and wiped the tear away with his thumb, before slipping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her into his side on the couch, holding her close. He freed his other hand from hers and grabbed his journal off the table, flipping it open near the beginning, "Where do you want to start? Get Lost? Long Weekend? Or maybe Crooked Teeth? I know you want to know who was right about that one!" He raised an eyebrow at her and winked, "Alex and Reggie both thought it was about each other, but you'll be the only one to know the truth!"

Julie giggled quietly and beamed a smile up at him before snuggling deeper into his side. Actually being able to finally feel him was incredible, and she never wanted it to stop. She tucked her head into his shoulder and told him, "Whatever you want, tell me about one and then I'll tell you a story about my mom. We can trade off." She looked up into his eyes, and almost forgot to breathe, they were so close and so intense.

"Julie…" He whispered.

"Just don't stop holding me, please," she whispered back.

His gaze sharpened bit, then softened, and he leaned back into the corner of the couch, setting his journal in his lap. He lifted his hand and cupped her cheek, giving her a gentle kiss on her forehead before resting his head against hers and sharing the journal between them.

"Well, it started out like this….."