I walked into the bar and found him; sitting there by himself. There were at least five empty beer bottles next to him and it looked like he was draining a sixth and the bartender was setting a seventh in front of him. I shook my head at the sight. How could a man with so much to offer end up like this? How she treated him wasn't fair and the world knew it. Everyone around him had seen it happening…except him that is.

I made my way across the crowded bar and pulled a stool next to him. He was too busy telling the bartender to bring him another beer (that would be number eight) that he didn't even notice that I sat down next to him. I took this opportunity to get a good look at him. John's always been such a handsome man with strong features. But right now, the normally twinkling blue eyes that I loved were bloodshot and sad. His normally confident posture was gone; he slumped over his bottle, obviously trying to drink away his heartache. How could she be such a blind fool? My heart picked up a little bit as I thought about what a great guy he was and how I would have never treated him the way Eve just did this past week. But John had no idea that I felt that way about him. I've had a crush on him for several years; but he only thinks of me as a friend…

Oh, sweetheart put the bottle down, you've got too much talent

I see you through those bloodshot eyes

There's a cure, you've found it

"Hey you," I said softly as I poked him in the side. He jumped a bit at the sudden touch. He looked like he was going to start swinging, until he saw it was me. His tense expression relaxed a little bit. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," I mumbled quietly as I motioned for the bartender to bring me a glass of white wine. I wasn't much of a drinker, but after a day like this, and seeing my friend's heart being torn in half, I needed something to calm me down. "How are you doing?"

He shrugged his big shoulders. "I'm all right….." he mumbled as he started to down his beer. I let out a sigh of frustration; I knew he wasn't all right. And he knew he wasn't all right.

"Want to talk about it?" I pressed.

It was his turn to let out a sigh of frustration. "What do you want me to say, Ashley? You and I both know that I'm not okay right now. She fucking broke my heart and humiliated me. What else is there to say about it?" he snapped back, his bright blue eyes darkening slightly with anger and annoyance. "She used me. She strung me along for six months! And then she dumped me and embarrassed me in front of everyone. What can I say about it?"

"Don't bite my head off, Johnny, I was just trying to be nice," I said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

John's face fell when it hit them that he had hurt my feelings. "Sorry….I'm just so pissed off; I mean, how could she do this to me? I thought we had really clicked."

I reached over and patted his big hand. "It's okay, I know you're upset. I'm just trying to be your friend." I went to move my hand away from his, but before I could, his fingers wrapped around mine and held them there.

"Ash…..I….um….." he started to stutter. He closed his eyes briefly, took a deep breath, composing himself before he continued. "I'm lonely, Ash…Eve really messed me up…." he softly confided as he licked his bottom lip and looked me up and down. Oh no, what was he thinking right now?

Slow motion sparks, you've caught that chill, now don't deny it

But boys will be boys, oh, yes they will

They don't wanna define it