Song: Fefe Dobson- Get over me. I don't own it.

There's too much
I have learned from you
The love you gave
Was something new

"I love you."

"And I love you for that. I've never been treated this well by... anyone, okay? None of my other boyfriends ever treated me half as well as you do..."

But now I've gotta go
I don't expect you to be ok

"But I have to leave you."

"How do you expect me to be okay with this?"

"I don't. Something Alex said. I'll get over you much faster than you'll get over me. And I'm sorry."

So get over me
Cause everything I do to you
Causes you pain

"But I don't want you to leave. I don't want us to break up."

"I don't want us to either. But it's what's best. This isn't a healthy relationship. I see that now. I hurt you. I don't mean to but I do."

Just walk away
Anyone in love
Knows you deserve better than me

"My parents only found out when I told them by accident. My friends don't even know you exist. Luc read my journal and told Alex. I've been hiding you. I don't know why, but I have. You deserve better, because you are a great guy who shouldn't have to be my dirty secret. So please, I'm begging you, just walk away before I hurt you again."

You fight
And tell me to be strong
You say we're special
That you want to carry on
You beg me for one more try
I can't help but ask you why

"No! you don't hurt me. I don't care that you weren't ready to tell anyone. We lasted through that, we can survive anything. I've never felt like this before. You're special. We're special. Don't stop the best thing that's ever happened to me. Let's start over. Try again. Please?"

"Why?"

The other guy
Is waiting right outside

A horn sounds. "That's my ride. I gotta go."

Gotta get my things
Gotta leave you tonight
See some things don't work out
I never meant to hurt you now

"Can we just talk it out? Please?"

"No. I'm sorry. Some things don't work out. No, no, don't cry. I never wanted it to work out this way."

Don't know why
I always sabotage everything

"I screwed up, okay? I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted to make you cry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I always do this. I mess everything up. I can't help it."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

We may be perfect
But that don't mean a thing

"We were perfect."

"And I still got it wrong. I still screwed up."

The horn goes off again.

"I have to go." Haley says, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"No you don't." Andy corrects, taking a step forward, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"Yes I do. Goodbye, Andy." She sighs and picks up her bags.

"A man honks to support the troops, not summon his girlfriend." He tells her as the door closes.

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Haley struggles to the truck parked at the curb. She gives a pointed look to Dylan, who is sitting in the front seat, as she loads her heavy bags into the trunk. Suddenly, Andy is by her side, helping her put her stuff in the car. His eyes are red and puffy. She remembers something he once said to her. I know when I'm in love when I'd do anything for that person, even if I broke my own heart in the process. I'd do anything for you, Haley.

"Ready to go?" Asks the boy in the front seat of the car. She nods and opens the passenger door.

"Haley! Wait!" Andy runs to her window. Dylan drives forward about a meter, laughing. Andy appears at her window again, and Dylan, still laughing at his own joke, drives forward another meter, narrowly missing Andy's foot in the process. The same thing happens again. And then one more time.

"Stop it!" Haley yells. "Stop playing with him."

"C'mon, babe. It's funny." Dylan laughs.

"I'm not your babe." She glares. "I only asked you for a ride because you have a truck."

Andy appears at the window again, and Dylan drives forward again, still laughing.

"I told you to stop that!" Haley frowns and bites her lip in thought. "This isn't right."

"Fine,I'll stop. Happy?" He snaps.

"No, I mean this isn't right." She sighs. " Stop the car. Now." She climbs out and walks up to Andy. "Help me get my bags." He does. Soon her bags are standing on the curb with them sitting on the largest two. Dylan has long since driven off. She pulls out her phone and sends a text.

"Is someone else coming to get you?" He asks.

"Nope. I texted everyone in my contacts." She smiles.

"What did you send them?" He frowns.

"A picture of the two of us. The message told them a little about you and said that you were my boyfriend." She frowns. "You are my boyfriend, right?"

"Can't think of a reason not to be." He smiles. "What did you say about me?"

"Curious, are we?" She smirks.

"If you're telling people about me, I want to know what you're saying." He replies.

"Just that you were my smart, helpful, caring, amazing boyfriend who I love and who treats me better than any of my exes ever did. And not to worry about me because I'll always be happy, safe and loved as long as he's around." She grins. He grins back.

"Love you, too. Shall I help you with your bags, m'lady?" He says in a British accent, then winces at how dumb he sounded.

She laughs and replies in the same voice, "yes please, good sir."

Once her bags are all in the house he stops her from entering. "Nope. We're going to do this my way. A new start." He says, as he picks her up bridal style.

"What are you doing, you doof!?" She laughs. He carries her over the threshold, then puts her down.

"Remember? A new start. A clean slate. That and in some cultures we're probably married now and I don't want you leaving again."

She rolls her eyes. "Fine. But you didn't need to do that." She slides her hand down his arm and interlocks their fingers. "If anyone's going to break this up, it won't be me. Again."