"People use the expression, "Falling in Love," like it's romantic. It's not. It is horrible. Falling is terrible. It's like flying, except with no control. And one permanently set destination. When you fall, you get hurt. Unless, there is someone to catch you..."

Laney's POV-

I run to my room, eyes bawling. Smudging my eye-makeup, with my nose trickling and cheeks both itching. Crying sucks. Boys suck. Yet, crying because of boys sucks so much more.

It's all I can do to stop myself from grabbing a box of tissues, playing a sad movie and calming myself down with a tub of Peanut Butter ice cream. (To everyone who hasn't tried that, do yourself a favour and try some.)

However, I am better then that.

Instead of reacting the way a typical girl would, I grab my iPod, some ear-buds, open my music app and select the most gloomy artist I know.

A song begins playing, "Aware" by Front Porch Step. I relax a little. This song is my jam. I can play most of this guy's songs on my bass already.

Maybe I will get some Peanut Butter ice cream, for the sake of it?

Damn you stupid girl, Why won't you drop your guard?

Okay, here's why I'm so down...

By now it's quite obvious that I like Core. Love Core. Better yet, crave. Everybody can see it. The twins. The fans. My parents know of course. It's become common knowledge really. Yet, the boy who makes me feel this way fails to notice. The amount of times I've alluded to it and he's completely unconscious to it. Damn you stupid boy!

The space between our lips is bound to break my ever aching heart.

Another line that applies to my problem! Every time he touches my nose, high fives me, puts his arm around me. And though, The Lord forbid it, hugs me. I just feel so... warm inside. It's like his touch is a drug that I have become addicted to. It's something that I love, and can't get enough of. I cannot simply end my liking of this boy.

And I am sure that you will never find a man, that is ever gonna love you more.

What if he dates other girls?! I won't have gotten over his stupid bum will I! And if he does I wouldn't get nearly any of the affection and care from him as I would. I don't want to be that clingy girl who can't get over a crush... But when I hear the way other girls talk about him it angers me!

So why won't you love me?

Sure, he's extremely popular, and he's good looking. Though that doesn't justify the things they say! They check him out! They imagine him with his clothes off and other... sexually provocative fantasises! And here I am, blushing with every hug he gives me! Sure he is handsome, but there's more to loving a boy than to taking him to bed!

It's so unfair... Why can't you love me Corey?

So yeah... That's all folks. Haven't been here for a while. Felt down-wrote this- edited it- posted it. Standard singular person posting pattern. No clue for next chapter or just a one-shot. Do I really need to say I don't own that song? Like, come on guys, if i wow as the guy who wrote that song then 1) Id be pretty jerky to write a fanfic and use my own song 2) im sure that preoffesiona music artists have better things to do in their time... Like be rich.

Note- You should totally all eat peanut butter ice cream, u less your allergic to peanuts, or ice cream. Or death.

anywa, byeeeee