"When all you wanted was to be wanted was to be wanted…" –Fifteen, Taylor Swift

Jillian Bradford stood leaning against the garage doorframe of the Heffley home again. And not only that; she was having to listen to the blaring loud music of her boyfriend's band again. Not to mention, she was going completely unnoticed. Again.

The blonde crossed her arms over her chest and looked at the group of boys impatiently. It must have been at least an hour she had been standing there and not once had any of them stopped to acknowledge her. This wasn't exactly new to her though, so she just pretended like she didn't mind. Of course - like any girl with a boyfriend – she did mind. All she wanted was a kiss from Rodrick, even a quick "hello" would have sufficed, but it really hurt to be so ignored.

Finally, Jillian pushed herself off the wall and glanced out the open door. She listened to the soft patter of the rain, but quickly turned back and walked towards the band. "Guys," she started. She couldn't tell if they didn't notice her, or if they were just acting like she wasn't there, but she repeated herself, louder this time. "Guys!"

The sudden crash and abrupt halt of any sound made it apparent that they were listening. She looked over the boys, her eyes lingering on Rodrick for a moment, before taking a breathe and continuing. "I'm gonna head home now. I told Taylor that I'd be home way before now, and it was her first day of school and everything…" she said. Once that was said, she didn't leave right away. She was waiting to hear what they would say.

"Alright" was a majority of what the reply. So she turned on the heel of her boots and slowly started towards the door. It was like she was waiting for something, and she couldn't make herself get out quicker because she was waiting for it to happen. Then she realized what it was. She wanted someone to stop her. She wanted to be taken by the shoulders, turned around, and kissed. But it's a silly expectation, she told her herself. That only happens in movies.

Jillian reached the door and, since it was already open, walked out. She shut the door a little harder than she meant to, and her hand remained on the knob. She slid her hands over the icy brass, and then she opened the door again.

She found herself walking back into the garage and watching Rodrick as he slammed the drumsticks down on the drums. "Rodrick, can I talk to you?" she shouted, just barely hearing herself over the music.

Rodrick stopped, and looked over at her. "What? Uh, sure…" He stood up and walked over to her. The other boys looked a little pissed, but neither Jillian or Rodrick minded them. She took him by the hand and lead him out of the garage, still walking slowly. She didn't stop until she had gotten outside and they were standing in the drizzling rain that was quickly turning to a downpour. "What… what is it?" he asked, looking severely confused as to why she needed to pull him out into the rain.

She stared up at him for a few seconds without saying a word. Her expression looked soft and sorry, but there were hints of anger and frustration underneath it. She looked down at the ground and said quietly, "We need to break up."

Now this took Rodrick back. In his mind, everything was going perfectly between him and Jillian. In his mind, she loved him and he loved her… as much as he disliked the word itself, and even the idea of being in love. He had admitted it to himself months ago. He loved Jillian May Bradford. And all of that came crashing down on him in that moment. He had built up this idea that he would spend the rest of his life with her, and she ended it while they were still seventeen.

"W-what?" he asked as he looked down at her in shock.

She wouldn't look at him. She just kept her gaze glued down at the puddle between them. But with what she said next, came a look of anger directed at him. "You always – always – choose your band over me. You always choose everything over me!" she told him. It was the only way she could get her anger out. Saying the words out loud. To him. "When was the last time you asked me to go anywhere besides band rehearsal?" she exclaimed. "Actually, when was the last time you kissed me, or held my hand, or just talked to me?"

He couldn't answer because the cold truth was, he couldn't remember. When the realization set in that he had been fooling himself, thinking everything was perfect, he nearly broke down. But he wouldn't cry. Not over a girl. This isn't 'a girl,' this is Jillian, a small voice in the back of his head told him. "I…" he wasn't even sure how to finish.

Jillian looked up at him with her big, hazel eyes. Her stare was cold, but you could see the hurt she'd been feeling in them. The hurt she was only now showing in a fit of anger. In a breakup. "I thought so."

And those were the last words she said to him before she stomped off through the rain. Her black-streaked hair already sopping wet, and bouncing behind her in a ponytail. The thought never even occurred to Rodrick to chase after her. He stood there, getting wetter every second he remained in the same place. He didn't move, though, until Jillian had disappeared into the rain.

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I don't even know what to say first. Um, hi? Well, I… I have seen lots of stories about Rodrick falling in love with the new girl, or vice versa, and I've seen a lot of stories about him falling in love in general. And I, personally, haven't seen any where the conflict is that he's in love with his ex-girlfriend. So, here you go.

Please read and review. It would mean a lot to me. This story will get better – or worse, depending on how you view the situations.