Hey guys! This is my first hurt-ish story, and I hope you like it! I'd really like to know how I'm doing in your point of view! :)

When I was Your Man

Same bed, but it feels just a little bit bigger now.

Our song on the radio, but it don't sound the same.

When our friends talk about you all that it does is just tear me down,

'Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name.

And it all just sound like, 'oooh oooh oooh oooh ooohh.'

Hmmm too young, too dumb to realize:

That I should have bought you flowers, and held your hand.

Should have gave you all my hours, when I had the chance.

Take you to every party cause all you wanted to do was dance.

Now my baby is dancing, but she's dancing with another man.

#2: Sorry

A swirl formed in the pool of red as Jeremie twisted the stem of the martini glass across his fingers. He imagined it as the vortex of his deepest, most pensive, most inner thoughts- thoughts of major heartbreak, double-crossed betrayal, and full resentment. They would all come together and create something with a deep, depressing center -a whirlpool- and would cause destruction around him and his world to fall apart.

He knew it was best to let go, but he couldn't. The feelings would just grow stronger and eat him alive, consuming him until he couldn't breathe.

In front of him was a picture he detested, abhorred. Odd's arms were wrapped around his girl's waist, as she would hold the large knife that would cut through the beautiful, five tiered wedding cake, complete with pink pearls and piped buttercream roses. Ulrich, the best man of the wedding, stood behind his eccentric friend, his right hand resting on his left shoulder blade, patting him as to say, "Great job," while Yumi, the maid of honor, stood to the side while holding the bouquet of flowers, cheering the pinkette on.

It would only make sense. The cake was monstrous compared to the petite, fragile bride.

What stood out the most to Jeremie was her smile. That beautiful, radiant smile that would light up any room instantly, the smile that she used to give him. It would lift her sharp, elfish features beautifully, putting every other girl to shame.

What happened?

He knew just what happened. Due to his misunderstood fondness towards computer-programming, he couldn't make time for Aelita and buy her flowers or take her out, like Odd could. She moved on like any other strong woman.

Maybe he should, too.

Large roars of applause erupted as the first slice was cut from the bottom of the cake, mercilessly yanking Jeremie out of the corners of his mind. Odd affectionately buried his face into the back of her head, probably kissing that bundle of rustled, pink hair that she never seemed to want to grow out. Aelita broke her smile to momentarily let out a sigh of relief as Odd littered kisses across her jawbone, assuring her that she did a great job.

Every single kiss burned an individual hole in Jeremie's heart. He could just feel the pain that lurked inside the chasms.

He downed his glass of wine.

Bottles of champagne were popped, slices of cake were passed out. Jeremie watched with pure repugnance from his empty table as the two newly-weds fed each other cake, loving expressions plastered across each of their faces. He almost vomited when Odd smeared frosting across the pinkett's lips -probably on purpose- and cleared it by pressing his lips gently on hers. Jeremie couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness that came when he found that Aelita was happy, happy without him, happy with someone else.

Not wanting to know how much more he could withstand, he lost it. Unintentionally causing a scene, Jeremie dropped the newly-filled glass of wine, its contents splashing all over, sickly resembling blood. The crystalline glass broke apart into hazardous shards with a deafening crack!, sprinkling all over the marble floor.

And like that, he stormed out of the room.

Heads turned in Jeremie's direction, only seeing the evidence: broken glass and red wine. Silence quickly filled the room, the occasional whisper erupting from an information-craving relative.

Odd shrugged Aelita out of his arms, and followed Jeremie out the room. Guilt undoubtedly started to overtake him.

Odd ran down the steps leading to the sidewalk, empty now because of the late hours. The wind was just a gentle breeze, failing to disturb his spike the slightest bit, and the stars hovered overhead. He found Jeremie sitting on the bottom step, his face cupped into his hands, though he wasn't crying.

He sat himself next to the moping einstein, and asked, "You okay, man?"

You betrayed me, stole her from me! Instead of the answering the question, Jeremie replied, "I loved her, Odd."

"But you didn't show it," Odd answered in a comforting tone. Realizing what he just said, he shook his head, and restated, "Look, Aelita is amazing, and... I promise I'll do everything in my power to make her happy. I will buy her flowers, dance with her, kiss her, hug her, hold her.. I want to grow old with her. I will do anything to bring that smile upon her face. I will take good care of her, Jere."

Jeremie withdrew his face from his hands, and looked up to face the pleading expression on Odd's face. He wore his tux with his purple bow tie, for the wedding was in pink and purple.

Maybe he should really just let go of her, because if he really loved Aelita, he would want her to be happy. And if it was with Odd, then so be it.

He would have to admit that he was treating her wrongly. Placing his hand on Odd's shoulder, he smiled warmly and replied, "I'll trust you, then. But if I see one scratch on her, then-"

"Okay, okay, I get it. Don't get all wound up, einstein."

So the two men who just rekindled their relationship went back to attending the wedding. Aelita asked what the commotion was about, and Odd answered by telling her that it was all an accident, and that Jeremie left to find something to clean up the mess.

Once the festivities were done with, Odd carried Aelita in his arms, her flowing mermaid dress draped all over him. She squealed with delight as Odd bounced down the steps and towards the limo that would bring them to their new home, and Jeremie watched with new found happiness.

He would have to let her go, release her from his invisible grasp. She truly deserved someone else.

After Odd placed Aelita gently into the backseat, he looked back to face Jeremie with a slightly guilty face. It gave off one word, and one word only.

Sorry.

Before Jeremie could reply, Odd was already in the car. The door shut, and the limo drove away, its license plate bearing the words, 'Just Married' getting smaller as the distance increased.

Then, it completely disappeared into the darkened horizon.

Jeremie then looked up into the stars, and thought to himself, "There will always be another girl, and I promise to treat her right."

Although it hurts I'll be the first to say that I was wrong

Oh, I know I'm probably much too late

To try and apologize for my mistakes

But I just want you to know

I hope he buys you flowers, I hope he holds your hand

Give you all his hours when he has the chance

Take you to every party cause I remember how much you loved to dance

Do all the things I should have done when I was your man.

-Bruno Mars (2013)

Author's Note: So how was that? Like it, hate it? This is my first ever writing that ever portrayed feelings of hurt and resentment, and I hope you like it very much. I tried my best! :) Reviews are highly appreciated! :)

Just to tell you guys, and please don't tackle me for this, but I'm truthfully not an OddLita fan.. I wrote this because I wanted to try something new, and like I said before, I wanted to experiment. (: I don't necessarily hate OddLita, I think they're adorable too. So don't go all fighter on me, please! ;)

Thanks for reading! I love you all!