An: So, I saw this on another story, and I thought it would be a fun little challenge, for me to put my iPod on shuffle, and write a fic for what ever song I got. I wanted to start with 'Your Love Is My Drug' by Ke$ha, just for the soul fact that it was relatively easy, and I've been rocking out to that song for a while now. Hehe!


I don't care what people say,
The rush is worth the price I pay,
I get so high when you're with me,
But crash and crave you when you leave.

Once word was spread of the happenstance between them, she received pitiful looks from every pair of eyes that turned towards her for weeks. She knew they wanted to say something, but also knew it would be inappropriate to voice their opinion. So she soon grew angry with them quickly, and would stow herself away in either or office or in limbo for hours on end.

They didn't understand why she did what she did, and sometimes she didn't either, but it was when she would constantly be thinking while she was angry, when she finally realized her intentions.

She cared for him. Immensely, and she knew all too well that people left. Especially the people you cared about the most; and she was sure she wouldn't be able to live normally for months; maybe even years; if he left her.

So, to keep him with her, she had to break his heart, even though the heart is a muscle, and can only be crushed.

It was selfish, and she wasn't proud of what she did, but it would be better for both of them.

He could still be a part of her life, and he'll be able to get over her, and move on, to find someone who will love him for thirty, forty, or fifty years.

Because she knew for a proven fact, if they entered any sort of relationship he wanted, she would turn it to hell, and she'd loose him. Her partner, her best friend; the one person that meant the most to her in her life.

She hated that she hurt him, and she regretted bringing that pain upon him every second of her life, but the last thing she could do was loose him.

She would sacrifice herself just to have the happiness float through her when she got to see his gentle chocolate eyes, his soft smile, the small twinkle in his eyes when she shared something completely and utterly personal.

He plowed his way into her life, and now she would be damned if she pushed him so far from herself that he was forced to turn and leave her.

She would keep him at arm's length…like he tried to do at her reunion…the only bother of that analogy being that, eventually, they were pressed chest to chest, stomach to stomach, heart to heart. Her arms tight around his neck; her face buried in his shoulder, while his arms remained tight around her body, his cheek against her head as he held her tight to him. Just because of a few small tears, and a single, personal, high school story.