A/N: So I'm suffering from severe writers block which is why Lover's Pain hasn't been updated. I spit this out in a desperate attempt to shake things up. It is unedited because after reading the first line I wanted to completely delete the whole thing, likely due to the block as those of you who know how writer's block works will attest too, so forgive the many mistakes and problems. Anyways, please review and help me get out of this funk.

Just a one shot!

"Harrison, this isn't working."

We all know how this is going to end. The final act is in motion, and all that is left is for the actors to play it out. A situation eerily familiar to Romeo and Juliet. Stupid plays. Stupid Shakespeare. I never liked that crap anyways.

It's just unfortunate that, for all of us, this whole mess will lead to heartbreak. Not even the 'better to have loved and lost' type. No, this will be much worse. This will be the never have had type.

"Hey, you guys are the ones that proposed this, this -"

But maybe I'll be lucky. Maybe I'm just a drama geek at heart. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe everything will work out. And maybe Tom Cruise isn't pure evil. Ok, so that last one is totally impossible

I take a deep breath, seated at this table, wearing these stupid clothes. God I look like a tool, especially next to those two. What am I thinking? I don't belong here. They belong together. Everyone can see it. Why can't I just admit it?

Why do I have to love both of them? Why can't they love me back as I want? A giant sick game, this is all it is. And this is not a fun game.

"Look, we know. It just… it hurts too much."

"You… want me to choose?"

Dark words. I bite my tongue to keep my mouth shut. Wow. This is moving fast. Much faster then I planned. Or imagined I suppose. I guess this whole thing has just spun out of control so fast. The fighting, the arguments, this crazy three way date. It's insane!

But I digress again. I know what should be said next. That I should say that it shouldn't be any combination of two that anyone expects that leave here together. I should say it. I should fight for it. Save myself, and the others, the heartbreak that they don't even know is coming. Or at least, the heartbreak that I think is coming. I've been wrong before, but who hasn't?

"Yes."

"Well… I knew this was coming. So… I'm prepared."

"You know which one of us you want to be with?"

Loaded question.

"This is really hard. Someone's gonna get hurt, and I hate that more than anything. But yea…"

A pause in the conversation. A deadly lull. It means that I can think about those words. Hauntingly familiar to what I was thinking. Replace someone with everyone and bingo. Ok, so not THAT similar. Not the point. I digress yet again.

The moment has come. It's time for the answer, and the heartbreak.

"I'm sorry Sam. I'm so sorry. I have to choose Brooke."

Another dull silence, this one far more deadly. What have I done? I can see the pain rise on Sam's face, but just as suddenly it's snatched away. The walls are up, thicker then ever probably. I'll never get back in now. I know that I've been locked away, over something so stupid. My own cowardice.

Brooke has risen and dashed off, clearly distressed by this situation. I knew it. I knew we'd all be hurt by this. Brooke, because she's not interested in me like that. And Sam, because even if she doesn't love me like that either, she still loves me like a brother. And then there's the whole…

I sigh as Sam takes off after her. Yea, right on schedule. And now here comes my heartbreak. Yep. Heartbreak train is running on schedule tonight. Three stops in three seconds. How could things possibly get worse?