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So yeah, wrote this kind of quickly - but I like it even though it's a little random. The idea popped into my head because I couldn't think what to write, and I was thinking - What if Nate didn't know what to write? and the idea escalated from there. Then I realised it fitted into the 101 prompts for Confusion - so yeah :P

Hope you enjoy :)

Nate stared at the blank piece of paper in front of him, thoughtless.

Technically, it was a notebook. It was thick, black and worn out where the pages had been endlessly thumbed through. The pages held indents where he had pressed too hard with pen, correcting and crossing out and adding in. Making everything word perfect.

But at this moment in time, he found it hard to categorize his feelings. Because he didn't know what he felt. That girl, she was confusing, beautiful and he hated her with every fibre of his being. But she was oh so beautiful. How do you write about someone you hate, but adore so much?

He ran his fingers through his hair softly, taking the guitar draped over his lap and placing it in it's case carefully. He took the pen in his hands, ready to write about whatever crossed his mind, the first thing that crossed his mind.

But all that crossed his mind was confusion.

Confusion and frustration.

He threw the pen across the room, leaving a small line on the white wall of his dressing room. He sighed softly, looking around the room for inspiration - or to take his mind off that girl, the girl so insane and beautiful and bitchy. The girl who was sarcastic, witty and simply amazing.

Oh how he hated her.

Slowly, he made his way across the room over to the stack of magazines. There she was. Ever present in his life, like a fever you can't sweat out. He thumbed through the magazine effortlessly, looking at her picture with such intensity. Her eyes sparkled through the glossy magazine pages, and although she wasn't looking at the camera - he felt instantly connected to her. But there was something not right. He wasn't staring at the girl he loved (though he would never admit his love for her to anyone but the pages of his song book) he was staring at what Hollywood had made her. They had made her cold, and unfeeling. He knew if he dug deep he could find her again. She was evil, she was a bitch - but once upon a time. He was hers.

He placed the magazine carefully amongst the others, and pulled out a blackberry from his back pocket. He smiled as his desktop wallpaper caught his eye. It was a simple, black and white photo (set like that because she claimed it was more glamorous, he said he didn't care as long as he could see her pretty eyes).

He smiled softly, because she was looking straight at the camera phone. Her smile was un-prepared, because last minute Nate had said something funny and she'd burst into musical laughter. Then the f l a s h went off.

He smiled softly as he stared at his girl. She was not the carbon copy Hollywood had made her there. She was his girl.

and all it took was a black and white photo.

Sometimes you'll find, it's better black and white.

The girl wasn't meant to be named. I know who she is, of course... but I wanted you to sort of make up your own mind/guess. Who do you guys think she was?