Omg. Thank you guys so much for the reviews in the last chappy. It really made me feel happy(:!
Dear Fang,
I still hate you. Not a very pleasant way to start a letter, huh? I think, though, that you totally deserve a terrible beginning like that, because you hurt me so much. So you thought you staying would be a distraction from what I have to do? So what do you think you leaving did for me? Do you think that now that you are gone, I can concentrate more? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? All you did was fall for the filthy lies of that creeper Dylan.
Oh and about Dylan...I finally came to my senses yesterday and realized that he's just using your "gone time" to worm himself into my personal bubble. You and my mom are the only ones I've ever let enter my person bubble (other than that other creeper Angel), and now I'm seriously having doubts about you. Dylan's constantly trying to nose his way into my personal business.
So today, when he asked me if I needed help going to the bathroom, I seriously held it, stomped over to him, and yelled at him. More like screamed. He got that really scared "OMG" look on his face, and I told him to take his precious wings and scram, and he just said "fine" in a snotty way and left.
Well actually he sort of went stumbling and his first attempt at flying failed quite miserably. Then he went hurtling through the air like an ungraceful elephant. A hot, ungraceful elephant. Wait...forget I ever said that.
I don't miss him a bit. Right now it's 9 PM, and I told him to leave four hours ago. He left, he never came back, and, frankly, I don't give a damn where he went. Yes, Fang, if you're reading this, I know it sounds mean...even for me...but one can only get on your nerves a certain number of times before you lose it.
Oh, and by the way, you also left your precious iPod behind. So I decided to go through your songs, and guess which song said it was played the most on your iPod? My Life Would Suck Without You, sung by Kelly Clarkson. So...you decided to listen to it before you left me here, huh? Well it absolutely positively makes sense why you would...so I'm going to listen to it again, right now.
Guess this means you're sorry,
You're standing at my door,
Guess this means you take back
All you said before,
Like how much you wanted,
Anyone but me,
and Red-Haired Wonder
Said you'd never come back,
But here you are again,
'Cause we belong together now, yeah,
Forever united here somehow, yeah,
You got a piece of me,
And honestly,
My life (my life) would suck (would suck) without you,
Baby I was stupid for telling you goodbye,
Maybe I was wrong for tryin' to pick a fight,
I know that I've got issues,
But you're pretty messed up too,
Either way, I found out I'm nothing without you.
'Cause we belong together now, yeah,
Forever united here somehow, yeah,
You got a piece of me,
And honestly,
My life (my life) would suck (would suck) without you.
Being with you,
Is so dysfunctional,
I really shouldn't miss you,
But I can't let you go,
Oh yeah.
'Cause we belong together now, yeah,
Forever united here somehow, yeah,
You got a piece of me,
And honestly,
My life (my life) would suck (would suck) without you.
'Cause we belong together now, yeah,
Forever united here somehow, yeah,
You got a piece of me,
And honestly,
My life (my life) would suck (would suck) without you.
How is it that that song relates to me, EXACTLY? Except for the fact that...indeed you never came back, and you probably will never, either. You are pretty messed up, and I never did anything that would have pushed you away.
I also do the craziest thing for you...I just sang that song out loud, and Iggy came in to make sure I was okay...because he thought I was crying. Seriously, I didn't know that my voice was as bad as you've always told me it was.
Anyway, today was...interesting. I finally went out of my room again, for the second time since you left (duh! How else would I get your iPod?) and again the amazing Fang smell from your room acted as a magnet and dragged me towards that cursed place. And again, I sat on your bed and lay down with my head on your pillow and sobbed until Nudge came in and talked to me for a while. After she left, I found your iPod and stole it, and I've been listening to all your songs. Not a bad collection, I have to say.
But I like mine better.
Max
P.S. Now I understand why you'd never let anyone listen to your iPod. Huge mistake leaving it here. Is it because you're just embarrassed about the Miley Cyrus songs you put on there? Well there's nothing to be embarrassed about. You're, like, OVER SELF-CONSCIOUS.
AND YOU'RE NEVER GOING TO COME BACK SO I CAN SEE YOUR BEAUTIFUL AND STUPID SELF-CONSCIOUS FACE. THUS I STILL WANT YOU TO DIE IN A HOLE.
I'm not a songfic writer, don't worry ;P ~Gale