Hello! So lately I havn't had much time to write, because i'm in University. But I had some ideas I tried to write in the past and just didn't have time to finish. So I decided to publish it here, in case anyome wants to take one of them and make it longer and more readable.. (:

If you want to take one of the ideas here, and write them better than me (and actually finish them) I would really like to read what you write with it. So feel free

He's drunk. Not sure when he got back to his apartment, or from where, but here he is, standing in the middle of his living room, with a bottle in hand, drunk. His vision is blurred, his mind fuzzy. He looks up, and takes a step back, nearly falling.

In front of him stands a woman, staring right at him. He knows she's not really there, she can't be really there, but she seems so real.

"W-what are you doing here?" he mumbles, can't control his voice.

"Hey, Barney," she says, ignoring his question. Instead she takes a step towards him, causing him to take another one back.

"What are you doing here?" he asks again, trying to sound more firmly this time.

She lets out a little laugh, moving her hair out of her eyes and smiling at him. "You brought me here, silly," he can see her white teeth flashing at him and he has to blink a few times, hoping she would disappear. She's still there when he opens his eyes.

"Go away," he barks at her, takes another sip from his drink and stumbles back into the sofa. She ignores him again. Her hands are on her hips when she's telling him mockingly, "look at what you've become."

"I'm a-awesome," he tells her, but even he knows how pathetic he sounds.

"Awesome? You are not awesome." She says, laughing again. God, how he hates her. "You know when you were awesome? Seven years ago. Seven years ago, Barney. And it was because of me, by the way."

"What?!" he shouts, not caring how crazy he must sound to his neighbors, talking to himself. "You?! You… you did nothing to make me awesome! You… you cheated on me!"

"Like you're any different," she smiles, and he wants to punch her. But she is right. He cheated on his girlfriend. How could he do that?... but this is different, it has to be. He did it because he was… no. NO.

"You broke my heart." he blames her instead.

"Exactly," she says, pleased. "Think of how you were before you met me, Barney."

"That's not-"

"Think, Barney."

And Barney does. He thinks about his collage days, his long nerdy hair and his big clothes. He was working in a coffee house, having no friends besides her.

"I-" he wants to protest, but he knows she's right.

"You know I'm right. I turned you into what you are. I made you a man. You're welcome."

He hates to admit it, but she is right. After she cheated, after he saw her kissing him, he changed. He promised himself he would never make the same mistake again, he would never fall in love.

"And yet," she says, as if reading his mind. She is in your mind, he has to remind himself, "Here you are, in love with someone."

"I'm not-"

"You are. You can lie to everyone else, but you can't lie to me. You can't lie to yourself."

There is a short moment of silence, and then she adds quietly, "She doesn't love you, Barney."

He looks up at her, eyes wide. "Don't you think I know that?! I fucking know that!"

"But you hope she does. You still hope she will change her mind. But she won't."

"She might-"

"You broke up with Nora for her, and she didn't choose you."

"I know, but maybe-"

"She chose Kevin. She doesn't love you."

"I know, but-"

"She never loved you."

"That's not-"

"She was just playing with you."

"No-"

"You're in love with her, Barney. And she broke your heart. Again."

He stares at her without saying a word, waiting for her next words.

"Want to know the difference between her and me?" she asks him, not waiting for his answer. "I changed you in a good way, I made you awesome, made you stronger. But she made you weak. Look at you, Barney," she looks him up and down before saying, "you're weak. Pathetic. You're sitting in your own living room, crying,"

Barney feels the wetness on his cheeks to realize she's right, once again.

"Instead of going out there, out in the world, to party and be awesome and find a stupid bimbo to make you forget about your problems. That's what you used to do to get over me, isn't it?"

He nods weakly, hung to her every word.

"You know when you were over me, Barney? The night we finally slept together, you knew you were over me, five years after we broke up. Five years, Barney. And that night was over almost seven years ago. And that night also happens to be the night after you almost slept with her for the first time. But she rejected you, just like she rejected you tonight. It took you five years to get completely over me. How much time do you think it would take you to get over her?"