So. I guess this is sort of a songfic (is that what they're called? o.O). It's kind of different than my usual. Anyways, I actually wrote this a while ago and just rediscovered it last night.
Disclaimer: I do not own ER or any of the characters or the song Red High Heels.
Red High Heels
He was leaving me. I couldn't believe it. We loved each other. He told me that he loved me all the time. Heck, I wouldn't have slept with him if he didn't. I thought he was different. He was older, a grown man, more mature than the idiots that I went to high school with. Somehow, he managed to be a complete radical at the same time. That's part of what drew me to him. He had piercings and tattoos, and he drank and even did drugs sometimes. We did it all together. He was a wild man, and he was mine. My friends at school couldn't believe it when they saw him with me the first time. I still remember the looks on their faces. They were so jealous. He was perfect. Everything was perfect.
I honestly don't know what happened. I mean, everything was great. We started sleeping together the same week that I met him. I'd spend the night with him and even skip school the next day just so I could spend more time with him. Life was perfect. How couldn't it be? We got drunk together, got high together. We did everything together. But then something happened, and I don't know what it was. I just know that something's different now, and that he's leaving me.
He hasn't said so, of course. He's just drifted away. Now all he does is hang out with his friends. He tells me to leave him alone, to get out of the way and go to school. I stayed at his place a couple nights ago, but his friends came around. It was all good fun at first, and for a while I thought things were going to be fine, that everything would go back to normal. I was so wrong. We were all more than a little drunk, which wasn't particularly unusual. But then his friends, they started to scare me. And the way Steve looked at me, it wasn't like he used to. So I left.
Then yesterday, I knew for sure that something was really wrong. Steve wasn't anywhere to be found. Finally I ran into him in the afternoon. I could tell he wasn't pleased to see me. Want to know why? He had some other chick hanging onto his arm. So I left again. I was so angry with him. I felt hurt so hurt. And betrayed. And used. I still can't believe it. How could he do this to me? I thought we were in love. I mean, sometimes, deep down inside, I guess I knew that all he really wanted was my body. But I was good with that. I didn't care, as long as I had him.
So, he wants my body? Well, he ain't getting' it no more. And guess what I'm going to do. I'm going to make him want me. And it'll be just too bad for him.
I just kicked you to the curb in my red high heels.
I dressed the better than I ever had before. That shirt would work just fine. And the jacket, too. I decided on a nice pair of red high heels to top off the outfit. I looked good, and I mean really good.
Oh, you can watch me walk if you want to, want to…
He was going to see how much he wanted me.
I bet you want me back, now don't you, don't you?
He was going to see how much he wasn't going to get me.
I'm about to show you just how missin' me feels…
And I was never going to take him back.
In my red high heels.
*********Next Day*********
Yeah, he wanted me. He wanted me really bad, I could tell. I didn't give in, though. I didn't take him back. It was perfect. I walked out of his life forever. I'll never let a man use me again. There's only one little problem, now. I found out yesterday after I tortured Steve.
I'm pregnant.
So. There you have it. I was listening to this song and all of the sudden this idea popped into my head and this is how it turned out. It seemed to fit. Please review.