Beck's POV:

"Who says I can't get stoned?
Turn off the lights and the telephone
Me and my house alone, who says I can't get stoned?
Who says I can't be free? From all of the things that I used to be
Re-write my history, who says I can't be free?
It's been a long night in New York City
It's been a long night in Baton Rouge
I don't remember you looking any better
But then again I don't remember you
Who says I can't get stoned?
Call up a girl that I used to know
Fake love for an hour or so, who says I can't get stoned?
Who says I can't take time?
Meet all the girls on the county line then wait on fate to send a sign
Who says I can't take time?
It's been a long night in New York City
It's been a long night in Austin too
I don't remember you looking any better But then again I don't remember you
Who says I can't get stoned?
Plan a trip to Japan alone
Doesn't matter if I even go
Who says I can't get stoned?
It's been a long night in New York City
It's been a long time since 20 too
I don't remember you looking any better
But then again I don't remember you."

There I go. Another set at the coffee house. Singing another stupid song that nobody cares about. I'm starting to believe that everyone is right. Maybe I'll never get anywhere with my music. Rob says I'm 'letting them get to me'. And he is right. I am. If they don't like my music, nobody will. Andre is my best friend and he thinks I'm being foolish. But, he comes to all my shows with the band anyway because he is a good friend, i guess?And again, like every saturday night after my show we are going out to dinner. All six of us. Tonight we are going to The Purple Lobster. Tonight; another night to sit next to my boyfriend and act like we are nothing but friends.

"So, that last song was actually kinda good, Beck." Cat said, flipping her red hair behind her back.

"Uh, thanks, Cat." I sighed. "Why do you guys even come? Not like you care about it." I shook my head eating.

"Cause we're friends, man!" Andre said. I felt Robs hand slide down my leg and I jumped slightly. When the others weren't looking I shot him a glare.

"Don't you ever do that in public again." I growled in a whisper. "Got it?" He frowned and nodded. I hated being mean to him. But he needs to be more careful. He cant just touch me like that whenever he wants. I looked around and noticed the cameras were returning. They left to get a new battery. I groaned. "Do they have to come everywhere you go, Jade?" She nodded.

"Uh, duh." Cat said. Tori laughed and looked over at me.

"They're like my paparazzi, except they get paid to film them." She said. There she goes. Inflating her ego again. Tori is single. Has been for a while. She's always trying to make herself feel better by talking about how famous she is. Dinner is always like this. I just wanted to go home.

"Look, Rob and I have to go. I'll text you, Dre." I got up and threw money on the table.

"See ya, guys." We left quickly, so they couldn't protest. We got home and I went directly to the fridge to get a beer. Rob gave me a disapproving, worried, look but I ignored it and opened the beer anyway.

"All you ever do is drink and smoke weed..." He said, walking to the couch. "You know that I hate that."

"Mmm, you don't hate it when I'm so drunk and baked that I fuck you senseless, now do you?" I smirked, lighting a joint.

"I hate when you talk like that..." He crossed his arms, leaning back. I leaned over and kissed his neck lightly.

"Shut up." I said, blowing smoke in his face. He glared.

"Don't fucking do that, Dick." He pushed me away from him. "You know, sometimes, you're a real asshole." I laughed, I had no idea why I was being so mean to him.

"Get over it." He started tearing up and looked away from me.

"Oh, stop crying, you faggot." He looked at me quickly and actually started crying.

"You're...you're fucking kidding, right?" He let tears fall down his cheeks. "Believe it or not, act it or not, you're a 'faggot' too!" He stood up and walked off to our bedroom. I sighed, sat down the beer and put out the joint. I walked quickly behind him, nearly falling, and grabbed his arm.

"I-I didn't mean that, babe." I pulled him closer to me. I could see the pain in his eyes. I felt his pain for a minute and then it faded. I felt all of my anger building.

"Get the hell away from me!" He pushed me into the wall and started to walk away. In that moment everything went black. I felt my fist connect with his head and his stomach. I felt myself push him into the closet and my vision slowly returned. I realized what I did when I heard him crying. I started crying then, trying to block out what was happening in the back of my mind. I just hit Rob. I hurt him. I pulled my hair and walked over to him. I felt like I was slipping away from myself. Maybe I did have a drinking problem. I took Rob into my arms, holding his head to my chest.

"I'm sorry, Robbie...I didn't mean it baby." I stroked his hair, kissing his head lightly. "Baby, don't cry. I'm sorry.." I cried harder, sobbing against his curls.

"G-get off of me..." He cried, pushing on me.

"Please, baby, stop. Don't, don't do that." I cried. I knew if I let him go, he would leave me. I didn't know if it would be for good, but he would leave. I pulled his chin up to me. I kissed him hard, knotting a hand in his hair and he pushed my lips away.

"Babe, no. I'm in pain. I wont leave...just go get me some ice?" He knows me so well. He knew thats why I wouldn't let go. I bit my lip and got up quickly to get the ice. When I came back he was sitting up on the bed. He looked up, holding his head.

"Baby, you need to stop drinking." He wiped his eyes. I sighed, handing him the ice bag.

"No, I don't. You just need to stop pissing me off."

"Don't blame me, Beck." He begged. "You have a problem." I ran my hands through my hair, watching him hold the ice to his head. I never hurt him before. It was killing me.

"I'm sorry...please, don't hate me."

"I could never hate you." He whispered. "Just cut back on the drinking please?"

"I'll try my best." A few minutes later he laid in bed next to me. I wrapped my arms around him, and kissed his cheek.

"I'm sorry, baby." I whispered to him. "I love you. I'll never hurt you again."

"Promise?"

"I promise." I saw his eyes drifting closed and moved his head to my chest and kissed him through his hair. "Goodnight, Robbie." I felt horrible. All I wanted was to lay with him forever. I cried silently to myself. I cried myself to sleep that night.