A/N: Hey! I started this fanfic because of a song, as usual. Anyway, I guess this is what everyone considers a 'songfic.' It is based off of one song called 'Back At Your Door' by one of my favorite bands, Maroon 5. It is on their new album 'It Won't Be Soon Before Long,' which comes out on May 22; just FYI. :D Italics are the song lyrics.

I heard the song and immediately thought of a certain IS couple and magically, this chapter was born. It's different from the only other fanfic I have posted on here, 'So Damn Clever,' which I know has not been updated for like a week or something or other. I haven't forgotten, believe me, I just couldn't help myself with this one. This week a new chapter will be up. Promise. Maybe some Jommy. Or maybe not. :D

Anyway, the writing is different on this facfic, so we will see how this goes. It shouldn't be too long; maybe 10 chapters at max, at least that's the idea. However, some of you may know my ideas don't usually go as planned. :D

Oh well, I hope you like. I also hope you do the following: listen to Maroon 5, watch Dancing With The Stars on Monday and Tuesday and drool over Apolo Anton Ohno, and maybe vote for him too. That's what I'll be doing when I'm not writing on either of my fanfics. :D

THANKS MUCHO:D

He stood in front of his best friend's house for what felt like hours, if only mere minutes. How was he going to fix this? No one knew. She left him; like she did every day, but this time, she wasn't coming back. He knocked lightly for a few seconds, watching a bedroom light turn on and then the porch illuminated. A sleep deprived man opened the door and stood in front of Tommy. Disheveled and shaken, Kwest pulled the door back a bit more and let his friend in.

"I fucked up, Man," Quincy confessed. Kwest walked away, having heard the same song and dance for the past two years; the same amount of time his best friend and on-and-off artist had been more than just musical collaborators.

"Blanket and pillow on the couch. You guys will be fine tomorrow. Just get some sleep," Kwest said yawning as he started up the stairs to occupy his bed once more.

Tommy shook his head, still standing the foyer of his friend's place. This wasn't easy for him. "Kwest, you don't get it. I messed up. Like break-up messed up."

"She wouldn't break-up with you," Kwest stated on the stairs as he turned to face Tommy.

"What does this say to you?" Tommy held his hand up. In between his index finger and thumb held a platinum circle with three diamonds; their past, their present, and their future. So they had a past, their present was looking pretty gloomy, and their future was nowhere to be found.

Kwest's eyes widened. He scrambled down the few stairs he had climbed and rushed to Tommy. He took the ring in his hand, just to make sure it was real. The inscription inside the ring read 'To my Girl.' It was hers, but what was he doing with it? "She gave you her ring back? T, what did you?"

"Is, um, Sadie here?" Tommy asked, unsure if he wanted her input on the situation.

"T, ANSWER THE QUESTION!!!!" Kwest sounded angrily, standing a few feet away from Tommy with the ring still in his hand.

Tommy sat down on the couch. He put his head in his hands. "I, uh, I-" Tommy sighed, "I lied." Tommy picked his head up, not knowing if Kwest had heard his muffled confession.

Kwest rolled his eyes. This was not new. Everyone knew Tommy Q was a liar. "About what? Lip-syncing in BoyzAttack? The number of your conquests? What?"

Tommy swallows hard. "About being married. Before."

Kwest's right hand met his forehead in complete and utter frustration. He walked up to Tommy, who was still sitting and looked at him in the eye. "How could you?! HER PARENTS ARE DIVORCED! You know how she is about marriage. ONCE AND THAT'S IT!"

"I GET IT, KWEST!" Tommy shouted.

"NO! You don't. If you did, you would be at home. With her. Not sleeping on my couch," Kwest looked disgusted, "Man, I can't even look at you. You'll deal with this in the morning." Kwest backed up and walked to the stairs. He had had enough for one night.

"Yeah, Man. Thanks for-" Tommy started.

Kwest angrily brushed him off as he pounded up the stairs. "Just go to sleep."

Tommy silently nodded and leaned back. His head was full of thoughts and voices. Her voice to be exact. 'We're done.' She threw the ring at his head and walked away, picking up her purse and coat. She took one final look at him as she opened the door. The last thing he remembered before falling asleep, tugging the blanket around him and holding onto the pillow as if it was her, was the door slamming shut.

That had been exactly one year ago. On the dot.

From the moment the lights went off
Everything had changed