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Here's a short song fic for you all, enjoy :D
And now the party's over
and everybody's gone
I'm left here with myself and I wonder what went wrong
You are walking home from a nearby bar all alone early in the morning, looking like a mess. Ever since you broke up (or rather, got dumped) with your now ex-boyfriend Chad Dylan Cooper, nothing has been the same, nor will anything ever be the same. You try to forget your past love but you can't, you'll never be able to forget those eyes. Those sea blue eyes that hypnotized you, and they still do. Always will.
You walk into your apartment (a big penthouse suite, but you're too humble to admit that) and slam the door closed, sliding down the slick wood to come upon the cool, welcoming floor. You slowly lean your head against the mahogany door taking in a big breath but quickly releasing it. To you, your house still smells like him, everything smells like him. You begin to think about your break up. You don't know what went wrong. You can remember that day so clearly, but you have no recollection of what you did to deserve this.
You were at a party. You know, the ones with all the celebrities. People were beginning to file out the door (party has got to end sometime) when Chad pulled you into a secluded area.
You were prepared for a few kisses, maybe a little talk, not a breakup session. He began yelling absurdities (the words that flowed from his mouth were quite absurd, profound really) at you so you shouted back. You fought for yourself. No matter how much he yelled, you still yearned for him and you tried to keep, as the fans would call it, Channy together. Kept telling him how obscene his acquisitions were.
That horrible night (horrible doesn't even begin to describe the ways you felt) you came home and ended up in the position you are in now. A little drunk and listening to the song that was playing when you and him broke up, it sounds so wrong to your ears.
You should have known that no (maybe a few, but really, who are you kidding?) celebrity couples stay together. You should have known that when the party ends you're left hung over with pieces of broken bottles and a shattered heart mixed together on the ground.
And now my heart is broken
Like the bottles on the floor
Does it really matter?
Or am I just hung over you?
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~Mars
