Disclaimer: I do not own Code Lyoko or the song Beautiful Disaster by Jon McLaughlin.

I don't know if this song fits the best and I as I start writing I have no idea about what this story will be about, probably some lost shapeless story, but I hope you like it anyway! Told in first person, I'll let you guess at the pairing, because as of now I'm not sure.

She loves her momma's lemonade

Hates the sounds that goodbyes make

She prays one day she'll find someone to need her

She swears there's no difference between the lies and compliments

It's all the same if everybody leaves her

So that was it, this summer we were all going our different ways, and could only hope to meet up again when the new school year started. I hoped that I wouldn't be forgotten, I wasn't sure how we would cope after years of being tied together by the supercomputer. But that was gone now wasn't it? We had shut that thing down months ago, and the group was slowly beginning to unravel. Like a ball of yarn, could this summer make our friendships disappear completely? I hoped not.

And all the magazines tells her she's not good enough

The pictures that she sees makes her cry

A picture, all of us standing together and laughing. At the time I wasn't to thrilled that we had to get Sissi to take it, Milly or Tamiya would have done it, had they been in school that day. But now I was glad that we had, it was the last picture of us all together, just us five. It makes me sad thinking about it, and the memories still bring tears to my eyes, as I assume they always will.

She would change everything, everything, just ask her

Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster

She just needs someone to take her home

I guess hoping never changed anything, but I wish it would. Thinking back now, there was something we could have done to save our friendship, so that I wouldn't be sitting here crying over the memories of their faces now. That summer had been the end of it, I lost my chance, and it was my fault. If I had just had the courage we might still be friends, or maybe more.

She's giving boys what they want

Trying to act so nonchalant

Afraid to see that she's lost her direction

I didn't want to admit it before, but I guess that I can now. After that summer, I pretended not to care that I was lost and alone in a world where they knew about my past, and they refused to accept me because of it. I pretended not to care, and nobody could see through my fake smile. Nobody but him; but he left me and pretended not to care either. I could tell he was only pretending, but I couldn't do anything about it.

She never stays the same for long

Assuming that she'll get it wrong

Perfect only in her imperfection

I thought I was wrong, but looking back now, I can tell that I was right, I was just to afraid to let myself believe that it could be. I'm a fast runner, and a great thinker, and I can lead if push comes to shove, but I like to co-lead better. And none of that can help me now.

She's not a drama queen

She doesn't wanna feel this way

Only 17 and tired, yeah

I hate thinking back to that day, when we left each other, all hoping to see each other again. I remember giving each of them a hug, unlike me, but that didn't matter. I remember the tears welling up in their eyes, knowing that my eyes sparkled just as sadly as theirs did.

She would change everything for happy ever after

Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster

She just needs someone to take her home

I hate thinking about them, just because it makes me so sad. But I can't stop thinking about them, because I don't want to forget. I know I should move on, but I can't help thinking that it's my fault that we split up. It was never easy, but that friendship always seemed like it would last forever. And how badly I wanted that to be true.

She's just the way she is

But no one's told her that's okay

Everyday of my life, after that summer ended, I put on my fake smile and headed out for the day, only to return home and pull that smile off, throwing it across the room. For months I cried myself to sleep remembering how it used to be. Sometimes I still do, but only because I miss them, and mostly him. How badly I want to tell him how I feel, but now I can't.

She would change everything, everything, just ask her

Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster

Do I wish that it could have been different? Yes, I want to go back and change that summer. No, change that time after the supercomputer had been shut down. I would tell him how I really feel, I would make sure that no gaps came between us, I would bring Einstein to his senses faster, get him to come back, to stop moping. But I can't change the past. How I wish I could, and I'm sure that I'm not the only one.

She would change everything for happy ever after

Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster

She just needs someone to take her home

She just needs someone to take her home

That picture, the last with just us five, all of us laughing. I wish that weren't true, but it is. I can't remember truly laughing since we left. I can't remember being truly happy since that horrible day when I walked into the school, towards him, that day, when I walked to class, I left my happiness behind, with him. I have watched him ever since, from a distance; but I can't go get my happiness, it wouldn't feel right.