Title: This Love

Pairing: Maddie/Zack

Sort of based on Maroon 5's "This Love"

A way different take on Zack/Maddie

I always loved her, I knew I did, everyone else did as well.

Even her.

But the real thing was, she would play with my mind, play me like I was some sort of toy, she took me as a kid, like she always did, but even though I was eighteen and she was about to turn twenty-two, and I was no means a kid, she still treated me as I was still 14 years old having a school boy crush on her.

Here's Miss Maddie's game, tell me she loves me, I end up getting lost in myself, then I wake up, and she's no where to be found.

Then, I'd call her and she would tell me she was going back to her Harvard campus and to hang out with her friends for a while, when I knew just what she was doing

She would come back a week later, and we'd start the cycle again, but she'd stay longer.

Finally I'd get fed up with her and tell her it's over and she'd bawl crying and say that she's sorry and then it would kill me that I was breaking her heart.

Then, I'd bring her back, like the fool that I was and we'd start what I call "Cycle 2" where we'd act like nothing was wrong, like she wasn't going to leave, she would come back every night, and I would always have her there the next day.

She would tell me she loved me and would hang around me like I meant the world to her for the time being.

Then one day, she'd decide to up and leave again.

It would piss me off beyond reason and I'd call her and she'd come back home and we'd have a fight, and then end up at square one again.

I'd try to look like I was trying to fix what was wrong and all I'd end up doing is creating a fire in one of us that would ultimately end in one of us fiercely kissing the other and hitting square one dead on the head.

I would have never pictured myself letting some girl get the best of me, but was I ever wrong.

I, Zack Martin was in love. I, Zack Martin was also in hate.

I couldn't choose. I didn't care.

I hated to love her, Loved to hate her, like some broken record player.

I never thought sweet Madeline Fitzpatrick would turn out to be as cold as she is now, but was I ever wrong, the worst part, I am still in love with her. She's like an addiction.

I can't stop her, she can't stop me. We're killing each other.

We don't care.

It's all this thing called 'love'.