"Sammy Keyesta! Leggoooo my Eggoooo!"

I pulled the covers over my head and flipped him the bird. "Not in the mood, Billy."

The blanket was wrenched away from me, the cold air hitting me, along with the hopelessness of everything.

"Are you still upset?"

"NO FUCKING SHIT."

"…are you on your period?"

"Go away, Billy."

This time, this place

Misused, mistakes

Too long, too late

It was silent for a few seconds and I had assumed he left, seeing I wasn't in the mood. But of course, the goofball was there the whole time and picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and carried me downstairs to the living room, setting me onto the couch.

He laid down next to me and rested his head in my lap. "I'm sorry."

I remained silent.

"Sammy? I'm sorry, okay? That was really insensitive, even for me. I know you regret what happened with you and Casey last time you wrote."

"He had asked me to marry him. And I asked him to wait. I miss him," I whisper.

Who was I to make you wait

Just one chance

Just one breath

Just in case there's just one left

Billy gave me a hurt look. "This is all my fault. I'm sorry. If I could take it back, I would."

I bent forward to place a kiss on his forehead. "Shut up. It's not your fault."

He shrugged.

'Cause you know,

you know, you know

We stayed silent for a few minutes when I finally asked, "How the hell did you get into my house?"

He gave me a toothy grin and said sheepishly, "Holly gave me her spare key to your house. I figured you'd need some cheering up. No one's seen you for about a week after you got the news."

I ignored the last thing he said and grabbed the remote, turning on the television which was unfortunately on CNN News.

"News today from Afghanistan. The platoon that was killed here by a homemade bomb last week was a tragedy that devastated the country. Today, US soldiers that were stationed with these brave men and women are going to have a memorial service. It seems that we take advantage of our troops sometimes, we never know when we'll lose them. It could be in an instant and most of us wouldn't even have had the chance to say goodbye. This misfortune is a shining example. All I ask of you all tonight, is that if you know someone who is putting their life on the line so that you are safe, please make sure they know that you appreciate it."

That I love you

I have loved you all along

And I miss you

Been far away for far too long

Billy grabbed the remote and quickly changed it to the Kabillion channel on demand where Code Lyoko was showing. Sissi decided to be a nosy little twit and followed Yumi and Ulrich to the factory. Xana was like BUAHAHAHAHAHA and fucked up the elevator so that it wouldn't move and then fucked up some pipes so that the water was continuously dripping inside so it would slowly drown them.

Moral of the entire Code Lyoko franchise:

Xana is a dick to teenagers.

My week has been depressing.

Really depressing.

There was this gaping hole in my heart that could only be filled by Casey.

But he was gone.

However, watching Sissi cry in fear of dying while watching the guy she stalks care more about Yumi cheered me up.

A bit.

"Sammy?"

"Mm?"

I keep dreaming you'll be with me

and you'll never go

Stop breathing if

I don't see you anymore

"Y'know I really love ya like a sister and I don't wanna see you all sad and maniacal as that girl with the annoying voice is about to die because of…what happened. Why don't we invite Marissa and Holly and Dot over?"

I quirk a smile and punch his shoulder. "You already invited them over, didn't you?"

"…Maybe they just wanna come and surprise you, but I would never invite someone over to your house without your permission," he replied oh-so-innocently.

"Go make me oatmeal, peasant."

"But I don't wanna," he whined.

I put a pout on my face and managed to conjure up some fake tears. "Casey always made oatmeal for me."

He groaned and pushed himself off the couch. "You don't play fair. Using Casey like that. Shame on you."

On my knees, I'll ask

Last chance for one last dance

'Cause with you, I'd withstand

All of hell to hold your hand

I squirmed uncomfortably on the sofa. "He wanted to dance with me before he left. To our song. I was really mad at him for leaving and I just didn't wanna dance. I wish I said yes."

Billy sighed and came to sit next to me while the oatmeal was on the stove. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I feel like a bitch and I need someone to tell me otherwise."

He threw an arm around my shoulder and we just sat there.

I'd give it all

I'd give for us

Give anything but I won't give up

'Cause you know,

you know, you know

Eventually he spoke up and said, "You know he loved you. No matter how cross you were with him when he left. And he knew you loved him. He knew you were just mad at him and he understood that."

So far away

Been far away for far too long

So far away

Been far away for far too long

But you know, you know, you know

"Why'd he have to leave? Why did he leave me behind?"

"Oh Sammy. It was something he felt he had to do. He wanted to protect you. Things got worse over there and he wanted to do his part so that you would stay safe."

"I'm really not in the mood for company, Billy."

He chuckled and asked, "Is this your way of kicking me out?"

"This is my way of saying I don't want anyone else to see me looking this depressed."

He nods. "I understand. Take a nap, Sammy. You look like some insensitive prick woke you up at five in the morning and dragged you out of bed."

I glared at him, but dropped back onto the couch and buried my face into that stupid decorative pillow that Lady Lana gave me and Casey as a housewarming gift. Stupid thing wasn't even comfy. And I'm pretty sure it incites painful memories because I had one hell of a flashback.

"Asshole! How could you do this? To me? To us?"

He looked at me with the most disappointed look on his face. He wasn't disappointed in me at all, he was disappointed in himself. "I didn't think you'd be this upset about it…"

"You didn't expect me to be upset about you going on a fucking tour to Afghanistan? Was I supposed to be just peachy about you going off and putting your life at risk?"

He looked down, ashamed. "I was hoping you wouldn't hate me."

I didn't feel obligated to answer that and stalked off to the bedroom, slamming the door. He would sleep on the couch tonight.

Before he left the next morning though, he snuck back into our room to kiss my forehead and whisper, "I love you, Sammy." I pretended to be asleep and he left.

It was, without a doubt, the most depressing dream I've had of late. Of course, it's the only dream I've had in months. Each time I had it, I would be trapped in it, unable to wake up. This time though, Billy was shaking me awake frantically.

"Sammy? Sammy, wake up!"

He sounded groggy. Tired. He probably fell asleep next to me and I probably woke him up by screaming or crying or writhing in my sleep. My sight was a bit blurry when I woke up, probably tears or something, which I did not appreciate. Seriously. I don't like people seeing me cry.

I wanted

I wanted you to stay

'Cause I needed

I need to hear you say

That I love you

He pulled me into his arms and I buried my face into his chest while he stroked my hair softly. "Shhh, sweetheart. It's okay. I'm here for you."

I laughed softly. "Casey called me sweetheart. It was really dorky, but it was really cute at the same time."

I have loved you all along

And I forgive you

For being away for far too long

So keep breathing

'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore

Believe it

The pout in his voice was evident as he asked, "You thought I was dorky?"

"Not you," I mumbled. "Casey."

"Should I feel insulted?"

At this point, I looked up at Billy to see that Billy was across the room, grinning while Casey was holding me and rubbing my back soothingly.

Casey.

Hold on to me and, never let me go

Keep breathing

'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore

I squealed and threw my arms back around him, pushing him off the couch and onto the rug with me tumbling onto him. "Casey!" I plant a million small kisses over his face, landing a huge smooch on his lips. I can feel him smiling into the kiss and I nuzzle his chest roughly.

"So I take it you missed me?"

"You weren't gonna come back though…you said you still had another few months before you could come back."

He kissed the top of my head and whispered, "I won't let you go again, sweetheart. I shouldn't have left in the first place."

Believe it

Hold on to me and, never let me go

Keep breathing

Hold on to me and, never let me go

Keep breathing

Hold on to me and, never let me go

A/N: This will be like a collection of requested songfics. I wanna work on perfecting this stupid stuff. Normally, I don't really care for songfics and usually skip the song lyrics to get to the story, but I wanted to try this out sooo…I don't really want to do ALL of the work because I'm lazy and annoying. So if you request a song, I'll try to make up some oneshot songfic to go with it. Do not expect it to be anything more than mediocre please because my brain is slowly shriveling.

Its like this:

Junior year = Trigonometry, chemistry, history, AND TWO ENGLISH STATE EXAMS AND THE SATS.

HOW ABOUT NO FUCK MY LIFE.

I was planning on doing a songfic once a week on weekdays and maybe updating one of my other stories on weekends?

I'm trying for you guys because I love you all.

And my "friend" (*cough* I don't wanna say more because the internet walls are watching) made me fill out a betareader profile because he thinks I would enjoy it. He's usually much smarter than this. If I'm lucky, it wont show up on my profile :D

SO HOW IS SCHOOL GOING FOR YOU GUYS? TELL ME PLEASE BECAUSE I AM SUFFERING IN HONORS TRIG, HONORS CHEMISTRY, HONORS ENGLISH, HONORS HISTORY, WILL YOU PLEASE KILL ME?