So this is just a really short ficclet, it's based off of two songs (or at least that's where the original idea is from) Pieces of you- Jewel and Kiss the Girl- Ashley Tisdale version.
But here it is, tell me who you think the other person is, I'm dying to know!!!
Anyways, Thanks to Jason (astrozombie50) for betaing because I can't type at 1 am.
Wah (warning it's kind of em0)
Peace,
Dragon Pants
Something About Her
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You can see her, walking down the hall. Stomping in her little silver shoes, scowling. Throwing her hands up, she blows past. Pretending she's better than you, pretending she's above all. You're friends smirk and shudder as she passes, one of them voices what everyone is thinking, what a bitch.
Her brother, faithful consort walks by her , one step behind. Always, always matching in a way that no man in their right mind could come up with, all the complimenting makes you wonder, not for the first time, what has she done to him? With the way you act, your team acts, it makes you think sometimes, that no one likes her. How could they? She's cold, concieded, stupid.
But all in all you know the truth. There is no middle ground. People either love her, or they hate her. And for everyone that hates her, two love her, they enjoy her company, or at least try their best to please her. You also speculate however for everyone one that loves her, there is one that follows her, but secretly hates her. But that makes you wonder, how many people that say they hate her, really are infatuated with her?
Like at yourself, you are a disgrace. Here you are sitting here speculating, aren't you supposed to hate her? You do hate her, you know you do. Then why are you spending so much time on this issue? Why do you care so much?
Deep down you know. There is a reason why there is nothing in between. It's because she is who she is. She knows people hate her, she knows people use her, she uses people. And she's okay with that.
You hate her, because she is herself, no matter what. No matter the situation, the ideas or the bitchiness. She is just her. Secretly you admire her, aspire to be like her. Anything that is thrown at her she can handle. That is why she's better than you, or at least why she thinks she's better than you. And you kind of agree. Even though she may be a bitch, she's just her.
Looking at yourself, you're disgusted. You're not an individual, you ebb and flow more than the tide. Your not even your own person. You're a follower, you live to serve the greater good. Like a little worker ant, collectively called Troy's Basketball clones. It makes you hate yourself, and hater her even more.
Just for once you want to lead, to call the shots, to be the one. But you're too afraid to break out, the situation is too unstable. You're not a natural leader, nor are you a natural follower; really you're a bit of a loner. But no one thinks that because of your status. You like basketball so of course you like cheerleaders. You're stupid, but popular.
All of it is just assumptions, nothing real. For once, you just want to be yourself.
Pathetic.