Okay, so I honestly don't know what the pairing is...I had about five or six running through my mind, most involving either Derrick or Josh and Massie, in both places.

Holdin on, the days drag on, stupid girl-

I should've known, I should've known

I'm not a princess

This ain't a fairytale

I'm not the one you sweep off her feet, lead her out the stairwell

This ain't Hollywood

This is a small town

I was a dreamer before you went and let me down

Now its too late for you

And your white horse

To come around…

-Taylor Swift, White Horse

Tears.

They streamed down your face, your willpower nowhere close to stopping the sadness. You knew you wasn't supposed to be sad--no one had even knew about your covert relationship. But seeing him back with her, the girl you despised so deeply, cut you deeper than any razor blade ever had.

You had believed in him, you had waited for him to come sweep you off of your feet. No, he had said, it isn't good for my image. We can't be seen together. But you know its you I love, right? You had believed him. You had ignored them when they were together, pretending you were the one with him.

But then the day had come--he had broken off your secret relationship.

I feel so dirty. I need to stay faithful to her, okay? He had said, avoiding your suspicious glance.

But you said you loved me! You remembered him saying it--it was the memory you had replayed over and over in your mind whenever you saw them together.

Did I, really? Aren't you supposed to be her friend, anyways? He bore his eyes into yours.

I guess you could say that. And that was that--the spell had been cast.

It had gone on for months. He had "broken it off" with her, crawling back to you, wanting comfort. And every time, you had said yes. Because you thought it was because he really loved you, because he knew you were the one for him. But then he got back together with her, ignoring you more than he ever had. And so the pattern continued.

But finally you had had enough. You had confronted him, saying it was me or her. Make a choice. You had assumed it would be easy for him, that he would finally break down, become your Prince Charming, and sweep you off of your feet, off into the sunset.

But it didn't happen.

No. He claimed he couldn't choose. So you countered him, saying that if he couldn't choose, it was over. Fine. He had said. And so he went back to her.

And that was why you were crying. You had always assumed it was really you he loved, she was just the image maker. But that wasn't it-- you were just a lonely girl willing to do anything for him. You were destined to sit on the sidelines and comfort him when he was in need and then endure the heartbreak that came along with his momentary lapses of love.

That was all you were--a sideshow, an opening act for her, the girl you desperately despised.

And you desperately missed it.

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