A/N: Alright, so I'm proud of this fic. First one I've ever posted that is 99.9999 completed (all the chapters done, maybe some more editing needed). Actually, it's the first one I've ever completed (I've got an alter ego out there who's stories were notorious for never being completed. Not gonna say who though. The stories on this name haven't been finished either).
I finished this entire story (I have 60 pages on word) in 4 days. I'm proud of it.
This is a song fic, with each line being a different chapter. There is going to be 26 chapters, unless I decide to get rid of some. The song is "The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot" by Brand New.
The characters are Sean and Ellie. Each will have their own chapters, about their thoughts to one and other after Back In Black, and Sean going back to Wasaga. I'm not going to say which chapters are Ellie and which are sean, but you should be able to figure it out easily (there is no pattern, FYI).
"TIME STANDS STILL" AND "BACK IN BLACK" TAKE PLACE IN MID-OCTOBER. According to me, anyway. I mention seasons and months a few times, so this piece of info will help.
Warnings:
Characters may probably seem a little OOC in some points. But, they are both very messed up, as you will realize as you read.
The story is also extremely AU in some parts. Not so much in others. But this is an AU.
I also jump about from first person and third person, and present tense and past tense a lot. I do it purposely, sorry if it bugs you.
Sorry for that awful long AN, on to the story.
Chapter 1: If it makes you less sad I will die by your hand.
I can't believe what I did.
No, I can believe it. And I don't regret it.
But, shit. I'm pretty sure I'm going to be kicking myself for this one later.
The look on her face after she slammed the passenger door of Jay's car.
Don't let me remember that. Please.
Hurt, sad, confused, mad. Me and her alike.
She's mad at me. Hell, I'm mad at me too.
Who wouldn't be?
If your mate (whom you were sharing a home with) completely blew you off to go live with their parents, how would you feel?
Not so good, eh?
I'm an idiot.
God.
My fucking parents?
They treat me like shit.
Why the hell else would I leave to go to Degrassi in grade 7?
Oh yeah.
There's him.
Well, he's beside the point.
I shouldn't be here.
I should be with her.
But I don't want to.
I mean… what am I saying!
I love her.
I need to be here though.
And shit, I need to be with her too.
Toronto is where I live.
But Wasaga is my home.
It has been all along.
It's always been the place I run back to.
Why else would I be here?
I need to be here.
But Ellie.
She needs me to be there.
I need me to be there.
Like hell she can survive on her own.
And it's not like she can go back to her mother.
Or anywhere else.
I wonder if she's sad.
Heartbroken?
Or mad.
Or has she forgotten all about me already, and is already hosting a huge party at her new pad?
Hopefully not the latter.
She never was huge on parties anyway.
Or, at least, what I could tell.
She once told me that the only person she would ever dance with was me.
I don't know if she even remembers.
I miss her.
Horribly.
I've called her 6 times in the few hours she's been gone.
She hasn't answered any of them.
Is she mad?
Or is the party's music just too loud?
The battery is dead.
Let's go with that.
Yeah.
We've been out all day.
The battery is dead.
And they're probably not even home yet. So she can't charge it.
Right.
Exactly.
I hope.
She's pissed and I know it.
I've thought of all the things I'll tell her once I talk to her again.
Maybe I'll mail something to her.
Dear Ellie,
I love you.
I miss you.
I'm sorry.
I'm a huge piece of shit.
And I don't deserve you.
But feelings are feelings.
And I love you.
So much.
So fucking much, Ellie.
I'll be back for you.
Don't you forget about me.
We'll live together for another 100 years.
More, if I'm lucky.
If it makes you less sad, I'll die by your hand, Ellie
Please forgive me.
I love you.
Love,
Sean, Your boyfriend.
Reveiws are liked. I'm finished with all chapters, so depending on how many reviews I get, I'll update more. It's all up to you.