A/N: Whoa...I honestly have no idea where this came from...gah, think i been listening to 2 many Taylor Swift heartbroken love stories nd such...but tell me what you think. Nd plz be nice. I know it's useless drabble, but try nd say something positive?
How can she be with him? HOW?! For years, YEARS, she mocked him, tortured him, scathed him with her words. Now they're going out?! Where's the logic in that?! A better question; why
are you so upset over it? She's finally in a relationship, a steady one by the looks of it. After all those loser boyfriends – Jonah, Pete, and even Griffen after you dumped him – doesn't she
deserve someone who loves her for HER, and not just her body? And you know he loves her; you've seen him staring when her back was turned, a stare of pure love, so pure it would
make even a rock's heart melt. And, even after the insults she throws to him, you've seen them share a secret glance when they thought you weren't looking. You've seen them lying next
to each other in the beanbags when they thought you were absorbed in Violin Hero. Obviously, they're meant for each other…then, why do you feel so damn jealous? You know it can't be
of him; he'd been chasing you for years, and you'd turned him down without giving it a second thought. Can it be of her? No, no it can't; she's been you're best friend for years, and you
don't even go that way. ..right? But then, it doesn't explain why the red-hot lava known as jealously is flooding your veins as you secretly watch them make out on the couch from the top
of your stairs. You see him slide a hand under her shirt, and you surprise yourself by feeling the need to go down there and punch his face in. No one should get to touch her like that.
Then his hand is moving,but not out of her shirt, it's moving up, and she's not doing a damn thing about it; in fact, she's slipping her hand down his pants and you can't watch any more of
this. You trudge to your room, your feet dragging along the carpet. You don't even realize you're crying until you bring your hand up to your face and are met with damp cheeks. As you
crawl into your bed you hear them shut the door as they go across the hall to his apartment, and you don't even want to know what they're going to do over there because the answer
might make you do something drastic, and all you can think is of how perfect they are, so damn perfect. And you should be happy, but you're not; you're anything but. And eventually you
fall asleep dreaming of her ocean-blue eyes, and his chocolate-brown ones, and how blue and brown just eventually make a sickly green.
A/N: Like i said, pointless little drabble. but i hope you enjoyed it. Review? Nd be nice? Plz?