My first songfic, be nice. I had this song stuck in my head, and I figured it was PERFECT for the Seddie relationship. This might not be the way the song was meant to be, but it's how I interpreted it.
I'm in love with a girl I hate
She enjoys pointing out every bad thing about me
"God, Fredward. Can't you just have a normal conversation with someone without bringing up your stupid camera or new flash drive?" Sam growled. I stood in front of her, silent as she yelled. She told me exactly what he wanted her to think of me, and I was taking it in openly without a word.
I'm in love with a critic and a skeptic
A traitor, I'd trade her in a second
"And for God's sake. Get some new shoes. Stop trying to be 'hip' wearing those two-year-old sneakers. They freaking smell, and they look bad with all your stupid jeans. You reek right now, in fact." She crossed her arms and glared down at my feet. Just yesterday, she was laughing about she thought it was funny we had the same shoes…today, her boyfriend's watching, and she's just not the same.
She's a backseat driver
"Turn left, retard," her voice was slightly annoyed, but still sweet, in a way. School had ended, and there I was, speeding to our spot like her words had never cut me. Like she wasn't two different people… "Do you have Alzheimer's or something? We go here every day, dude."
A drama provider, an instant update of the world
We sat on the bench that we had claimed ours, and she didn't say a word. She stole glances at me, her blue eyes hiding something that she would never tell me. At least, not now. I grabbed her hand and held it as she stared off into space, thinking thoughts that I only imagined I could understand.
She's a first class liar, a constant forgetter
(she's attractive but bitter)
"I didn't have my phone on," Sam's voice said from around the corner. "It was dying." Even with her strong tone, I sensed the lie and the fear. I heard a small growl then, and Sam's small voice, "I'm sorry. I won't ignore your call again. I promise."
Did you scream enough to make her cry
If you turn around baby don't return to me
If you think that I'm not worth your time
A knock. I heard a knock on my door, and I knew who it was. I ran, and threw the door open. I didn't even have to look to know who it was, or to know that she'd been crying. Whatever he did to her was bad. And she wouldn't leave that jerk. It was funny how she showed up now, alone, but simply brushed past me when he was around.
She's a lady and ladies
Shouldn't be messed with
She's a lady and ladies
Shouldn't be messed with
Then, as she sat on my couch sobbing—something she wouldn't let me tell anyone about—he would regret this. She didn't deserve his crap. She was supposed to be strong—but this wasn't the girl I used to know.
Take off your shoes
Come in the room
And baby let's try not to argue
Turn out the lights
Turn on the radio
How can we fight when I'm too busy loving you?
But then things seemed to be looking up, after a week or so. She was still stuck with that mess of a guy, but her eyes would light up more, and she'd smile. We wouldn't yell, and there was nothing bitter in her words. I prayed it'd stay that way.
I thought it was over with them.
I'm too busy loving you
I'm too busy loving you
I wanted to say it. I love you. It was repeated in my mind a million times, but she was off limits. No matter how much I hated the jerk that thought he "owned" Sam, I couldn't do that. Freddie Benson will not be "the other guy".
Here I am
There you go again, again
She raised the open phone to her ear. "I'm doing my homework," she lied again. "At Carly's house. Mom's asleep. Okay, I'm on my way now." She stood up. "I need to leave," she said, grabbing her backpack and shoving her phone in her pocket. She walked out of my apartment before I had a chance to answer. Things were different again. How could I think they'd go from bad to good and stay that way? Stupid me. Maybe it was just a lie before. A cover.
And we will not ever be eighteen again
Again
And I'm worn out of fighting
And every night you leave crying
And I
Could use
Some time
I couldn't take it anymore. "You can't come here anymore," I told her coldly the next day. "When you have a boyfriend, I don't want you at my house. You bring the trouble onto yourself, and it's rubbing off on me. I can't let that happen. When you're done hurting me, call me." I stepped back, my eyes stinging with tears, waiting for her response. It knew it wouldn't be good.
And here I am
There you go again (again)
"Whatever." Sam looked strong and collected, and I wondered if it was even a cover. Maybe she didn't care. She wouldn't meet my eyes, and I regretted what I'd just done. What a jerk I was. I just shook my head and retreated to my room, leaving her to let herself out.
So here I am and I'm dying
And I'm waiting for you, waiting for you
The minute she was gone I knew it was final. She wouldn't show up tomorrow, and I immediately felt ill. When I heard that door slam…it was everything I could do not to pick up my phone and call her. I guess I expected her to stay.
Come back, come back to me
And I'll take you gladly
And I'll take you in again
Weeks passed. Maybe months. She never left her boyfriend, but I knew the trouble wasn't over. Sam and I hadn't come in contact since that night at all. Nevertheless, I needed to have a little chat with someone. Now.
Did you scream enough to make her cry
If you turn around turn around baby don't return to me
If you think
That I'm not worth your time
Did you scream enough to make her cry
If you turn around turn around baby don't return to me
If you think
That I'm not worth your time
"So she doesn't love me." I stood in front of the bonehead himself, arms crossed. "I don't care."
She's a lady
And ladies shouldn't be messed with
"She's special. She didn't do anything to deserve you. At least try to take care of her? I know you don't do that. You're a jerk. No one can treat her like that, I don't care who you think you are. She's special to me, and if you hurt her…" I trailed off.
She's a lady
And ladies
I was up for a split second of silence after, then I felt a twinge of pain and everything went black.
Shouldn't be messed with.
And there we are. A bit confusing, I'll admit, so if you need help understanding something, feel free to PM me or question in a review. That was actually fun—maybe I'll write another one sometime.