Here's my go at the first song-fiction.  It's my interpretation of the song "Rollercoaster" by Everything but the Girl.  This takes place when Ryan and his future wife were 'living in sin.'  I've read they spent ten years together before marrying, so here's my take on part of that ten years.  Don't sue.
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"How dare you!"  Pat exclaimed, slamming the door behind her. 

"How dare I what?  How dare I take a job that will put food on the table and pay the rent?"  Ryan shouted back as he followed her into the kitchen of their tiny apartment.

He opened the refrigerator and reached for a can.  "Besides," he continued angrily, "It's not like we haven't been through this before." 

Pat harrumphed in disgust.  "Yeah, well, maybe we've been through this too many times Ryan."  She threw her arms in the air.  "I just don't know…."

"Oh, so what are you saying?"  Ryan said loudly, "I should go back to being a waiter?  Or do you wanna just break up?"

Pat swallowed.  "Maybe I do," she said quietly as she left the room.

Ryan just shook his head and took a sip of his Coke.  "Yeah, right." he said to himself cockily.

Pat went into their bedroom and pulled out her beat-up old suitcase.  She began filling it with clothes, then went into the bathroom to gather her other essential belongings.

Ryan stood in the hall, stunned.  "You're serious?" he asked incredulously.

She stopped dead in her tracks and sniffled.  "Yes, I'm serious."  Then she reached down and grabbed her bag.  Brushing past him she said, "I'll be back tomorrow for the rest of my stuff."

Out the door she went.  And in the hall he stood, completely dazed.  As Ryan heard her drive away, he muttered to himself.  "She'll be back.  She always comes back."
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The Next Day
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"I knew you'd come back," Ryan said triumphantly. 

"That's cause I told you I would Sherlock," Pat said sarcastically.  He held the door open as she stumbled inside with three boxes. 

"What're those for?" he asked. 

"These," she said, pointing to the boxes. "Are for putting my stuff in."

"Oh, right…when you move out," he said mockingly.  "When will that be?"  Ryan peered out the door quizzically.  "I don't think see any pigs flying around out there."

She turned abruptly and dropped the boxes; the largest one fell down the stairs.  "You arrogant…son of a bitch!" she shouted. 

Ryan was taken aback.  "Pardon me?" he asked, trying to keep his temper under control.

"You heard me." she remarked.  "I can't believe I actually thought we might work this out today."  Then she quickly grabbed the other two boxes and headed for the bedroom. 

"Here, you forgot one." Ryan shouted and threw the third box back up the stairs, onto the landing.  She didn't come back for it.  Reluctantly, he climbed the steps and followed her to the bedroom.  Pat was seated on the floor, going through the bottom drawer of their dresser.

"I don't understand why you just can't be supportive of my career for once," he said, leaning in the doorway. 

"For once?" She slid around to face him.  "Once.  Right, cause I've done nothing but drag you down all these years."  She shook her head.  "Ryan, do you know what it would have taken for me to go with you?" 

"What?" he asked dryly, not knowing the answer himself. 

"Simple courtesy." She paused and waited for a reaction.  Ryan stared at her blankly, eyebrows raised; so she continued.  "All I wanted was for you to ask me before agreeing to go.  That's all I wanted.  But for some reason, you always just assume I will follow you."  She shook her head and closed the box.  "Not this time."

Ryan swallowed, realizing she was serious.  "You don't want to move?" he asked quietly.

She looked up at him in disgust.  "No.  I don't want to move.  But I don't want to stay either.  I mean, neither…with you.

Ryan nodded.  "So, it's me." he said in sudden realization, his gaze drifting to the floor. 

Pat sighed.  "No.  It's me.  Or rather, the lack of me in this relationship."  She pulled on his sleeve and they sat down on the bed.

"All my life," she began, "I've depended on someone.  First it was my parents, then I went straight from them, to you."  She sighed.  "I just need to know I can live without someone else for a while."

Ryan just shook his head in frustration.  "That makes… no sense."

"Yes it does."  She looked him in the eye.  "Look, I've got my own dreams I have to work for…for awhile.  Otherwise, I could marry you right now.  You know that." 

He nodded and whispered.  "Is that what you want?" 

She shook her head slowly.  "No." she said.  "What I want is to know that I don't have to," she said sincerely, and kissed him on the cheek.  Then she gathered the two small boxes and took them through the hall to the landing.

In the living room, Pat picked up a small, silver frame from the table.  It held a picture of them on their first Christmas together.  "All I want is this," she said, holding it up for Ryan to see.  He nodded and she put it in the box.

"I can mail you what's left," he said forlornly "…if you give me an address." 

"Keep it," she said.  "It'll save me the hassle of moving it all back." She quickly glanced around the room.  "I think I've got everything I need."

Ryan nodded; carrying the largest box, he preceded her down the stairs.  He nudged the door open with his foot; then went out to put it in her car.  She followed him with the other boxes.

When everything was inside, Ryan reached up and closed the trunk.  Then he stood there, just looking at her. 

"I guess this is it." Pat said without wavering.  Ryan nodded somberly. "I guess so."  Pat held open her arms and he embraced her.  "You take care, okay?" she sniffled into his shirt. 

"Yeah," he replied fighting back tears.  "You too."  As she broke away from the hug, Ryan put his hand on her shoulder. 

"Wait," he said and she turned to face him. 

"Marry me," he whispered. 

"I can't.  Not yet." she smiled meekly. "But someday."

Ryan released her shoulder, and then opened the car door.  He stood in the road as she drove away. 

"I'll be back," she said to herself.  "I'll always come back."