This was meant to be completely random drabbles but it didn't quite work out like that. There's a second chapter which I will post in a bit, or you can read it on my LJ (alicelattey)

No need to cry about it
I cannot live without it
Every time I wind up back at your door
Why do you do this to me?
You penetrate right through me
Every time I wind up back at your door

Back at Your Door- Maroon 5

He always ended up back here. No matter what happened he would always come running back eventually, it could be a year before he did. It could be four. But it was inevitable. He always would.

If he was honest he didn't want to stop running back. He couldn't live without her. He slowly raised his hand to the door, hesitating for a second. Should he really do this?

He had to.

He knocked a few times and waited. After a few seconds the door was opened, and there stood Elliot. His Elliot.

So she said what's the problem baby
What's the problem I don't know
Well maybe I'm in love
Think about it every time
I think about it
Can't stop thinking 'bout it
How much longer will it take to cure this
Just to cure it cause I can't ignore it if it's love
Makes me wanna turn around and face me but I don't know nothing 'bout love

Accidentally In Love-Counting Crows

'What's the problem baby.' Elliot said in her usual caring tone of voice.

JD didn't know. He couldn't stop thinking about the way he felt. He'd never felt this before. Not with Julie. Not with Kim. Not even in his past relationships with Elliot.

He thought it might be love. But then it couldn't be. Everyone had said this was a mistake; that it would always end up the same way. A train wreck. And he couldn't help but partially agree with that.

Can you cure love? He certainly couldn't ignore it.

'JD?' Elliot laughed.

He muttered, 'Accidentally in love.'

You left me hanging from a thread we once swung from together
I lick my wounds but I can't ever see them getting better
Something's gotta change
Things cannot stay the same
Her hair was pressed against her face,
her eyes were red with anger
Enraged by things unsaid and empty beds and bad behavior
Something's gotta change
It must be rearranged

Goodnight Goodnight-Maroon 5

He was such an idiot.

Everything was going well. Everything was finally going well.

And he screwed it up. Like always.

He could still she her in front of him as he told her he got drunk and cheated on her, the image seemed burnt into his mind. Her head hung, tears streaming down her face, sticking her hair down.

He hadn't meant to hurt her, he hadn't meant to do anything. He'd been more drunk than he ever had been before. He didn't even remember why.

It didn't matter, he couldn't make excuses.

He had to try to get her back. He couldn't lose her again.

I'm not broke I'm just a broken hearted man

I know it makes no sense

What else can i do?

How can I move on

When I'm still in love with you?

Man Who Can't Be Moved-The Script

He didn't know how long he'd been sat here.

All he could remember is her message, telling him she'd gone to stay with her parents to 'get some space.'

Everyone had heard what he'd done and everyone hated him for it. He had constant evil looks pointed in his direction, and constant talking about what he's done whenever he walked past.

Even Carla said that he deserved having his heart broken and that he just had to move on.

But how could he move on?

He still loved her so much.

So he sat in the doctor's lounge, where they'd first met.

She'll come back eventually. I'll stay here until she does.