A/N: Okay, I know what you all are thinking. "This girl is insane for posting so much shit on such a wide array of topics." Why thank you. Here's another MyMusic fic. :)

Title: Bad... ROMANCE?
Pairing(s): IT'S A SECRET! :) But a hint is... it's a Metal pairing. :)
Summary: After breaking up with Tina and losing custody of Rayna, Metal begins to think he's lost it. He thinks he's in love... with the WORST possible person he could be in love with. After one of the MyMusic staffers finds out, the secret gets leaked. Will Metal end up with who he really wants?
Setting(s): Flashbacks; The day after the 13th episode of MyMusic. Storyline Time; A month later.
Rating: T. Why? IT'S A SECRET!
Author's Notes: WILL INCLUDE RESPONSES TO YOUR REVIEWS! :D

"I... I thought you loved me..." Tina Jefferson cried, through sobs of sadness. "I thought you wanted to BE with me! WE HAVE A DAUGHTER, ALEX! DON'T YOU WANT WHAT'S BEST FOR HER?!" Tina begins to yell. Alex Jefferson had had enough. He wasn't going to be with someone he didn't love anymore. He couldn't stand being with her, and having a CHILD with her. He couldn't bear to see his daughter have to go through the suffering of having divorced parents.

But he couldn't stay, either. Life was just too complicated for him. "Tina," he began to reply, with his bags in his hands. "You know I would never wish this upon Rayna, or you. You're very kind, but... I don't want to spend the rest of my life unhappily married." Tina's makeup was smearing as she watched her husband leave her. He stopped in the doorway. "I won't be needing THIS anymore," he said, dropping the wedding ring he had once cherished.

Funny how one simple motion could end a whole relationship.

But that was a month ago, and this is now. Alex, who many people know by his nickname at work, Metal, is at his workspace, trying to fix the cameras that tape their show, The Mosh. And here comes the wave of sadness. He has just been thinking about what happened, and now he can't take it. He needs to be happy again, and unfortunately, Metal hasn't found that happiness yet.

But he wants it. Don't think he doesn't. And he can't obtain it, no matter how hard he tries. What happened a month ago still lingers in his thoughts. And he absolutely hates it. "Hey, Metal," someone says. It's a guy. A very distinctive guy. Intern 2. "Is that camera almost done?" he asks, looking at Metal and the camera. He notices the tears streaming down Metal's face. Intern 2 had never seen Metal cry before.

"Metal," Intern 2 says, breathlessly. "Are you... crying?" Metal sniffles a little and stares up from the camera to face Intern 2. Metal, trying to put up a front about his emotions, replies with a, "No, something just got in my eye. Damn allergens." He wipes the tears away from his face and goes back to work. Intern 2 just stares at him. Since when did Metal show sadness or vulnerability?

Now, it was no secret that Intern 2 didn't like relationships with co-workers, but he was looking for love, and figured that the work area was as good a place to start looking than any. He hoped to maybe find love with Scene, or Idol, or maybe even Techno. But he highly doubted Scene or Techno, seeing as Scene had been lusting after Indie for quite awhile and Techno practically belonged to Dubstep.

And here he was, feeling sympathy for the devil. And no, he did not feel sympathy towards the actual devil. Okay, he was only thinking figuratively. Metal sniffles again and then replies, "Uh, yeah. The camera's almost done. It should be up and running by Thursday." Intern 2 nodded and left Metal's cubicle as fast as his polished, shined black dress-shoe-wearing feet could carry him. He didn't want to spend more time with Metal than what was necessary.

Metal shrugs off the whole ordeal with Intern 2 running off so quickly and keeps working with the camera. He begins listening to Artist vs. Poet's cover of "Bad Romance" by Lady Gaga. He usually isn't into all of this, but this cover is one of his favorites. As he listens, he begins to think. And Metal thinks about a wide array of things. He can't help but think about how badly he'd screwed up things with Tina and Rayna, and he also thinks about who he would consider to be worthy of a shot.

'Scene? No, she's too naive. Besides, she's practically wrapped around Indie's finger. He's just playing her. She follows him around like a little puppy dog, and he doesn't even pay attention. But I know that he likes her. He's slipped and said it to me. He's just messing with her emotions, trying to make her believe she's special one second and then worthless the next. I couldn't handle all of that. I think that girl's bipolar or something.

'Idol? Umm... no. Why not? Because she's a psycho hose-beast. That woman is a Grade-A bitch. And all she listens to are those gay-ass British dudes with the fucked up wigs that call themselves One Direction and that stupid Canadian chick, Justin Bieber. Sorry, but I'm not a Belieber and I'm headed in the opposite direction. That's all I have to say about that.

'Techno? Dubstep already called dibs. Besides, those two were practically made for each other. Literally. Dubstep was probably made by Techno or Indie or somebody to give Techno companionship. Maybe Intern 2 made her. That would explain his boringness and "Oh-look-at-me-I'm-a-dweeb" shit. Or maybe Dubstep made her. I never could tell what the hell he was saying.

'While I mention it, what is Intern 2's deal? He's weird, I can tell. But he's kinda fascinating in a way. Hmm. Maybe he's friend-potential. I suppose he's the most sane person in this building. Of course, I'm not gay. I mean, if I was... Rayna wouldn't exist. Neither would mine or Tina's wedding rings. But, that's done with. It's over. Wait, am I really questioning my straightness? This whole ending-marriage deal has fucked me up completely.'

Is Metal considering going gay? He can't tell for sure. He decides to stop thinking about it and keep working on the cameras. Perhaps a good night's sleep will clear up his head so he can think clearly. But unfortunately for Metal, that long-awaited sleep wouldn't come for about another 8 hours, and a break at the bar with a surprising co-worker.

That's Chapter One! I figured I needed to write another MyMusic story that WASN'T a one-shot or that ISN'T 'The New Intern.' I suppose by now you already know the main couple in the story. So here it is, revealed; MINTERN 2! :)

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