Disclaimer: I do not own Connie or Guy. I don't own the song either, it's owned by Cassie Steele and whoever helped her in compiling it. The song is titled 'Love Cost'.

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I groaned as my iHome alarm flooded my empty dorm, with the sound of strings plucked on a guitar. My dorm had this depressing feel to it. I even brought my dorm room's spirits down. I brought the spirits of my very-spirit-filled roommate down, that she can't even stand being in the same room with me. That's why she sleeps over her boyfriend's or her cheerleader friends' dorms. I rolled off my stomach to face the ceiling.

"Ouch," I said as I pulled tiny strands of my brown hair off my tear streaked face. This is so pathetic. I got up and walked into the bathroom, turned on the light, and stared at the unrecognizable face in the mirror. The person's eyes were red and puffy, and her hair had knots. Connie never had knots in her hair. That's why I knew I wasn't looking at Connie.

"Get it together, Moreau." I speak to myself a lot now, especially at night, since my room mate is always missing, and he's not there to talk to on the phone every night. I sat down at my bed, trying to think of something to wear, but I could only sink into my misery.

Do you miss me?
Am I still on your mind
Thought I made you happy baby
Then why was I left behind

I should call him.

"Connie, no, just give it time."

Julie's voice would ring through my mind, whenever I would pick up my cell-phone, and I'm one long press away from calling Guy on my speed dial. I took my pillow and screamed into it. Oh, that smell. It smells like him. Oh God, I miss him. Why did this happen? Why did I keep pushing his limits? I knew he hated when I would flirt with other guys, and now he's had it. We're done.

Symptoms of a love addict
My heart is sick
Symptoms of a love addict
I'm falling quick

"Connie, I can't do this anymore."

He was sitting on my bed, the bed I'm lying down on right now. He looked up at me, and he was hurt. Oh, he was so hurt. It was killing him; being with me, and I knew that it would be better if he broke up with me. It would be better for him, but I knew I was gonna fall apart. I walked over to the tiny fridge, and pulled out two Smirnoff's'. Drinking. It doesn't help the pain, but I feel like I have to be punished.

I'm so drunk in love with you
Drugs and candy will not do
You are poison on my tongue
Tasting you my lips are numb
All the drugs for love I take
Overdosed I lay awake
Trying to take back what I lost
To refund my love cost

You know what makes it so much worse? Her. The best friend. She loves him, it's so obvious. She hated me, so I knew she was doing a victory dance when she found out. She probably comforted him, and then he realized that she'll be there for him, the way I never was. You know, it'll be the whole best-friend-love kind of deal. I don't think I've fully realized that we're broken up. We're broken up. I can say it, but I can't quite believe it. Believe it Connie, it's been three weeks. There goes nine years of love down the drain.

Do you tell her
The same things you told me yesterday
Are you taking her
The same way you took me away

"Ah, get it together. You have class." I put my face in my hands, as my elbows were propped on my thighs. Screw class. I can't go like this. I can't go anywhere like this. I don't even know how to move on. I've never moved on before. I've heard it's really hard. I don't think I can do this. I can beat up boys and break their legs, but I can't do this.

I looked up when there was a knock on the door. I waited, thinking maybe they would go away. But then they knocked again, louder now. I rolled my eyes, and grabbed my sweater, pulling it over my head. Another knock. "Hold on!" I yelled, in a tone of voice that wasn't the nicest. I pulled my hair into a pony tail, and opened the door with a tiny glare. My face softened looking at the face that still gave my stomach butterflies. "Guy?"

"Hey," He looked nervous. "Can we talk?"

Just grab him and kiss, Connie. Show him that you're sorry; show him how much you love him. Do it.

"Sure, come in." Sissy.

He walked in, and I closed the door, quickly rubbing my hand down my face knowing that I looked like a mess.

"I miss you." He mumbled as he sat down on my bed. My jaw slightly dropped, totally not expecting it.

"I miss you too." I felt my eyes start to sting. I walked towards him, and sat down on the bed, just as a tear fell down.

"Connie." He said as his right hand touched my right cheek, wiping my tears away. "What's wrong? Don't cry."

"I'm sorry." I shook my head, "I'm so sorry. I screwed up; I pushed you too hard, I'm sorry." I wonder how many times I should say I'm sorry before he gets the point.

His head began to lean in towards mine, and I looked up at him. Those eyes; I melt every time they looked into mine that deeply.

"You're so pretty," I whispered to him as his face got closer to mine.

He smiled, as I did too, and he kissed me. My shoulders relaxed and body gave into his. Connie Moreau, you are one lucky girl.

Trying to take back what I lost
To refund my love cost

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A/N: Okay, readers. I'm throwing an idea at you, and I'm going to I need some serious review feedback if I'm going to continue with this idea. Are you ready? Okay, here it goes. I'm going to do these one shot songfics. It's gonna be based on a song, with different Ducks. For example, Julie's feelings for Adam, or Adam's feelings for Julie; only through, you guessed it, lyrics. Kind of like short stories... with a soundtrack. It's gonna resemble some type of songbook I guess. That wasn't the best explanation of my idea, but hopefully you guys will get the point. So, review please! Tell me what you think about this Connie to Guy one, as well as the idea.