So...yeah. This takes place after the last episode. The end, I'll just let you all imagine what you want to happen there.

Disclaimer: I don't own the songs or the show.

I'm sitting on my bed in Cheertown. Listening to my roommate, Savannah, drone on and on about a date that she just got back from with Dan. My best friend. Well, former best friend. We're still working our way back up to where we used to be.

Savannah and Dan got back together at his brother's wedding. I stood from the stage, singing, my heart breaking. And I know it's my own fault. When he asked, I should have said no. I should have said, 'No, I was going to say that you're my best friend. But I love you. And it's me you're supposed to be with.'

But I didn't. and that's why I'm sitting here, with my head up against the wall, my ear buds in, and listening to a song that suits me right now. Eleven Regrets by Manic Drive. Eleven regrets. Yeah. Savannah and all the stuff I put her through. Lewis, and hurting him. Hell, though it helped Travis, I feel a little bad for Jake. I'm not a very nice person. Not the best daughter. And then there's the others I don't want to list.

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It's been a few hours since Savannah finally quit talking about that big date. She left to go spend the night with her family. Something to do with wanting to do this every once in a while so she can see her sister more often now that she's pregnant.

So I'm still sitting on my bed, this time with a few beers. I've got old pictures in front of me, some have fallen to the floor. I also have my Facebook open on my laptop. I've lost track on how many beers I've had, but that's alright.

My bedroom door is locked, so no one can bother me. I don't want anyone to see me like this. I know I've already worried my squad. Heck, even Alice knows something's up. I put on a mask, but when I'm alone…

I click next on my iPod and the song begins to play.

"Picture perfect memories

Scattered all around the floor.

Reachin' for the phone

'Cause I can't fight it anymore.

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind?

For me it happens all the time.

It's a quarter after one

I'm all alone and I need you now.

Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control

And I need you now.

And I don't know how I can do without

I just need you now."

While the song is playing, I let a few tears fall down my face. I started to reach for my cell phone dialed the familiar number.

"Another shot of whisky

Can't stop lookin' at the door.

Wishin' you'd come sweepin' in the way you did before.

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind?

For me it happens all the time.

It's a quarter after one,

I'm a little drunk

And I need you now.

Said I wouldn't call,

But I lost all control and I need you now…"

It rings.

"Hello?" he asks.

"Dan."

"Marti? You know what time it is?"

"Yeah. Sorry. I'm a little drunk. Dan, I need to talk to you."

"Then talk. What's wrong?"

"No. Come here."

"Where are you? Cheertown?"

"Yeah."

He sighs. "Okay."

"Dan?"

"Yeah, Marti?"

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine."

"No it's not. I hurt you. I hurt Savannah. I hurt Lewis. I hurt myself."

"We all forgive you."

"Yes, I'd rather hurt

Than feel nothing at all.

It's a quarter after one,

I'm all alone

And I need you now.

And I said I wouldn't call,

But I'm a little drunk,

And I need you now.

And I don't know how

I can do without,

I just need you now."

"Marti? You still there?"

"Sorry. Listening to an extremely relevant song."

"What?"

"Nothing. I'll unlock the door for you."

Hope you liked it. It wasn't my best writing, but hey, it's late. Or early depending how you look at it. Review please!