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I was royally fucked. I was in love with someone. 'What's so wrong with that?' I hear you ask. See, I'm in love with a celebrity. And no, I'm not one of those sad, obsessed fan girls. I do know him; quite intimately actually.
Still nothing wrong yet.
My problem is that I'm just friends with him. I used to date him, but we decided we couldn't continue, due to his lifestyle. He was constantly touring. This is where my problem arises.
They say home is where the heart is. Well, what if my heart isn't wanted there, and what if who it's with doesn't have a proper home.
Stupid hormones.
I feel at home around him, but then I have to leave a while later. And then I don't see him for months.
When he says "I'll take you home" I don't dare tell that I'm already there.
The idiot doesn't notice how I look at him. He's about the only one who doesn't.
So that my friends is why I'm fucked.
AN: yes, my dears, kind of random. But I felt angsty, is this classified as angst? I hope it is. I love the song. The lyrics are amazing so yeah. I'm busy writing chapters for Always Attract, just finished one. This was my break thing. I might start doing fics based on one or two lines from a song. I was ill for a whole week, and not just the school week, I mean 7 days. And on top of it, my dad would not let me do anything apart from sleep read novels and watch TV grrr. R&R
