Jar of Hearts.
Songfic. Columbia is fed up with Frank's endless screwing. I don't own nuttin except the shoes I'm wearing right now, which are awesome.
I wish I had missed
the first time that we kissed
Cause you broke all your promises
And now you're back,
You don't get to get me back,
And who do you think you are,
running round leaving scars,
collecting your jar of hearts,
and tearing love apart.
Columbia looked up from her iPod, Frank was having a threesome down the hall with Magenta and Eddie. She could hear Magenta screeching and Eddie making weird biker love sounds. Columbia kicked over a shoe next to her bed,
"Shit." she moaned to herself. "Good Lord." she whined, hearing heels outside her room, she looked out of the crack in her door and saw fishnets. She opened the door.
"Screw you." she slammed the door in his face.
"WHAT THE HELL, COLLIE?"
"Don't call me Collie."
"Wanna do it? I know it makes you happy-"
"SCREW YOU! SCREW YOU AND YOUR ENDLESS SCREWING." Columbia pounded the door and punched a hole in the wood, her hand went through the door and she let it hang limp on the other side. Frank licked her middle finger. Columbia could tell he was trying to be seductive.
"I hate you." She whined. "I hate you and your damn Jar Of Hearts."