Disclaimer: I own nothing!!!!! The song, which is called 'Stay', belongs to Lisa Loeb. I'm not going to say who Magnet is thinking about during this ficlet. It's your job to figure it out. Tell me who you think it is in your review, okay?

You say, I only hear what I want to

You say, I talk all the time

We're fighting again, he and I. It seems like that's all we do anymore. I know I'm a hard-headed jackass. I should know, he calls me that everyday. He tell's me I never shut up, and when I do, the silence rings in his ears. What he doesn't realize, is that I love him. That's all there is.

And I thought what I felt was simple

And I thought that I don't belong

And now that I'm leaving

I know I did something wrong, because I missed you

Yeah, yeah, I missed you

I've always loved him, I think. How could I not? It just took me so long to figure it out. I'm stupid in that way, I suppose. Does anyone else know, I wonder? Who am I kidding? The whole camp probably knows. Except him. He'll probably never know. I often wonder what he would do if he found out. Beat the hell out of me, most likely. I don't know if I belong here, but I couldn't leave. I tried that once, but I found myself missing him. He's all I'll ever want or need. Too bad he doesn't know that.

And you say, I only hear what I want to

I don't listen hard, don't pay attention to the distance that you're running

To anyone, or anywhere

I don't understand if you really care

I'm only hearing negitive

He says I don't listen to him. If he only knew that I hear every single word. He says I don't understand. Well, sweetie, you're right there. I DON'T UNDERSTAND. I don't understand how you feel. Hell, I don't understand how I feel, for that matter.

So I turn the radio on, I turn the radio up

And there was this woman, she was singing my song

Lover's in love and the other run's away

Now lover is crying 'cause the other won't stay

Some of us hover while we weep for the other

Who was dying since the day he was born

Well, well, this is not that

I thought I was throwing, but I'm really being thrown

So, here I sit, alone in our tent. Zig has a little radio. Maybe I should turn it on, and listen to some music. Absorb myself in his culture. My God, what is this song? Why does it sound like the story of my life? Does this woman know me or something? It's like she's walking around inside my head. Who knows? Maybe she is.

And I thought I'd live forever, but now I'm not so sure

I thought that I was clever

But that won't get me anyhow, or anywhere with you

Was there ever a time in my life when I shone number one? Probably not. But when I'm with him, I feel like the only person alive, even when we're fighting. How strange is that?

You said that I was naive, and i thought I was strong

I thought, hey, I can leave, I can leave

But now I know that I was wrong

Because I missed you

Yeah, I missed you

Maybe I am just a brainless, naive, moron. When I was younger I thought I was oh-so-strong. Well, he put me right in my place. That's for damn sure.

You said, "You called me 'cause you want me, and one day you'll let me go'

You try to give away the keeper

But you're just so scared to lose

And you say, 'Stay'

Well, maybe he does know how I feel. Maybe he feels the same way. Maybe I should talk to him. Maybe he loves me too.

And you say, I only hear what I want to

Maybe.