A/N: The first of my song fic series for FMA. I am so happy. Okay, so the song is "Cup Of Coffee" By Garbage and this is about Jean Havoc. It fits him well I think. Enjoy and feedback please!

I don't own the song or FMA.


You tell me you don't love me

Over a cup of coffee

And I just have to look away


"Listen, It's not you it's me." She half-heartedly smiled at the blonde before her. "It's just…Jean, You're a great guy and everything its just...I met this other guy last night, Roy Mustang. He swept me off my feet ya know?" She reached out and took one of her hands in his. "Are you gonna be okay Jean?"

Jean nodded and looked down into his half-empty coffee cup. "Y-yeah. I hope you and Roy are happy together Misty." He glanced up and forced a pained smile at her.

"Okay. I should go…I hope we still stay very close friends Jean." She stood. " I'll stop by later and get my things from your house alright? "

Jean sighed sadly while watching her leave through the window, his hand on the engagement ring Misty left for him to take back on the table.


A million miles between us

Planets crashing to dust

I just let it fade away…


I'm walking empty streets

Hoping we might meet…

I see your car parked on the road

The light on at your window

I know for sure that your home

But I just have to pass on by


He sulked as he walked through the rain.

Jean slowed his pace and stared. Across the street he saw Roy's black mustang parked outside her house, the living room light on…two silhouettes in the window dancing to what he imagined was once their song. He pulled his soaked jacket around him and trudged home, the rain as a constant reminder that he was alone.


So no of course we can't be friends

Not while I'm still this obsessed

I guess I always knew the score

This is how our story ends…

I smoke your brand of cigarettes

And pray that you might give me a call


Jean sat in his kitchen eyeing the telephone on the wall. On the table laid a pack of cigarettes… On the counter there were at least three more packs …upstairs in his coat pocket there was a pack and there even was one in his car, his addiction to the nicotine was the only thing keeping him sane right now.

He took a long drag from the lit cigarette held to his lips and sighed. "Call me?" He whispered while he grinded out the cigarette and proceeded to light a new one. I just want to hear your voice…


I lie around in bed all day

Just staring at the walls…

Hanging 'round bars at night

Wishing I had never been born…

And I give myself to anyone

Who wants to take me home…


Jean sat at the bar with Breda and Falman.

"Barkeep!" He sang. "Another one on the double!" He slightly waved his bottle around.

"Don't you think you've had enough Havo? " Breda eyed him suspiciously. "That's like your fifth one in the past hour."

Jean turned to him angrily. "S-shut it! Shut… just shut up!" He pointed at him with the hand holding the bottle. "I know when I've had enough!"

Falman took the bottle away from him. "Come on buddy let's get you home." He slipped an arm underneath his drunken friend's much to his constant protests.


So no of course we can't be friends

Not while I still feel like this

I guess I always knew the score

This is where our story ends…


You left behind some clothes

My belly summersaults when I pick them off the floor…


He sat on the floor clutching her nightgown to his chest. It still smelled like her. He closed his eyes unaware that a few tears began to fall onto the fabric in his hands. "I miss you so much!"He sobbed loudly. More than you'll ever know...


My friends all say their worried…

I'm looking far too skinny

I've stopped returning their calls.


Hughes barged in, with Breda and Falman in tow. "Jean!"

Jean looked up from the floor where he was laying. "What?"

"What's been going on with you? You're not eating, you're not sleeping, you quit coming to the office…you ignore Roy when he calls…"

"Leave me alone." He turned away from them.

The other three exchanged worried glances.

Hughes and Breda each grabbed one of his arms.

"Hey!" Jean yelled from the sudden jolt.

Hughes turned back to Falman. "Call Hawkeye, we're having an intervention. "


And no of course we can't be friends

Not while I'm still this obsessed


He sat beside Fuery looking directly ahead at the scene before him. "Why am I even here?" He mumbled.

Fuery looked at him sadly. "Because they said it would help you get over her and not be mad at Roy anymore if you did?" He paused. "And Misty and Roy invited you because you've been friends with them for years?"

"It's not working." He stood, mid ceremony and walked out. They're not my friends…I hate them.


I want to ask where I went wrong

But I don't say nothing at all…

He unlocked the door to his car and got in, the door making a satisfying slamming noise when he did so. " I hate you! "Jean screamed. He turned the key in the ignition and sped out of the parking lot, leaving behind his friends in a cloud of exhaust.


It took a cup of coffee

To prove you don't love me.


Jean sat once again at the café and stared into a cup of coffee. He sighed sadly.


TA-DA! Stay tuned~