Her disgruntled expression lay stiff on her delicate face as Remy switched rapidly through her ipod library. She couldn't seem to take the pained look off her face, trying to take her mind off of him, rummaging through love song after love song. What had she come to? Love songs? She was known for her indie rock band obsessions, not sickly love songs by those artists she could make herself gag for. The soft ripples of her duvet covers fell against her soft skin and Remy's ears strained to hear the longing sound of her cell phone ringing. She could already imagine his name on her caller id, and her heart would already pound. She heard a soft knock on her door. She whipped her head around and ordered the person to go away.

"Wait." It was Charlie. Lovely wonderful Charlie. "You haven't talked to anyone in over three days." He whispered softly as he lay beside her on her bed. Remy groaned and ripped her earphones out. She couldn't help but sigh in despair.

"No need to remind me of how pathetic I am. Now, please. Let my brother, someone, show you the door." Regret and anger seethed through Remy's teeth as she spoke her last words. Charlie was her best friend, but she couldn't help but push him away, farther and farther away.

"I know your break up with Asher was bad, but you've got me here. He wasn't so amazing anyway. You deserve better." Charlie's soft blue eyes lowered slightly. He pursed his lips and his muscles quickly softened.

Charlie watched as Remy's brown eyes rose in fury. His jaw instantly tightened. "He wasn't amazing? No. He wasn't. That's certainly why I'm practically not able to live without getting his asshole of a face out of my head. The way he said 'i love you' and the way he first kissed me, it was all too perfect. He wasn't amazing. He was too amazing. And that's the point! I don't deserve any better. I'm not good enough for him, or for anyone after him." Remy sighed deeply and continued, "Now that I've made a complete and total idiot of myself, please please, go." She reached for her ipod, turning on Avril Lavigne's "when you're gone."

Charlie, a shocked and horrified expression on his face, swiftly slipped out of her room, and closed the door behind him.

When you're gone

The pieces of my heart are missing you

When you're gone

The face I came to know is missing too

Avril's convincingly stupid lyrics seemed to fit perfectly.