This really pissed me off. I was almost done with this chapter and it just disappeared. Ugh Oh well. there's nothing else I can do with my time. The songs are He wasn't by Avril Lavigne and Not Meant To Be by Theory Of A Deadman.

BlackAthena- i'm not really sure what Dave's reply to that was. He mutters a lot. I heard the words- goat, Yahtzee, yogurt, and squishy in the same sentence. So...Yeah.

Disclaimer- I own nothing. Except the plot.


"We ask first," Iggy said. I had a feeling I wasn't going to like his question. "Why don't you have any friends?" Yep.

I so don't like his question.

"I don't fit in." Lie. I do fit in. Did fit in. Had friends. Lots of them. When my dad died, I drifted away from all of them except JJ. When I was head over heels for Sam, I lost JJ. I spent so much time with him, I lost my best friend. Two weeks later, he started hitting me. I wasn't expecting that.

"You fit in with us."

I looked away. The truth was, if I had any friends, the beating would get worse. And it wouldn't only affect me. I don't want to submit anyone to that kind of pain. I've learned to deal with it, but I don't want anyone to have to deal with it.

"Okay," Gazzy said, looking at me. "Sing." He demanded. For a second, my inability to listen to orders kicked in. I was about to say a snark reply, but stopped myself. I didn't want them to think that I was opening up. Becoming my old self. The old me wouldn't deal with Sam's crap. The new me was getting tired of not fighting back. The old me would've faught back the first time it happened. Sam kept trying to get me to sleep with him. I refused and he hit me. Soon he hit me for no reason. On the brightside, I'd been able to avoid sleeping with him, but I don't think that I'll alwaysb be that lucky.

I went over to the cabinet and grabbed He Wasn't. I turned on the song. And, for the second time that day, I began to sing.

There's not much going on today.
I'm really bored, it's getting late.
What happened to my Saturday?
Monday's coming, the day I hate.

Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone.
He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no.
He wouldn't even open up the door.
He never made me feel like I was special.
He isn't really what I'm looking for.

This is where I start to bite my nails.
And clean my room when all else fails.
I think it's time for me to bail.
This point of view is getting stale.

Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone.
He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no.
He wouldn't even open up the door.
He never made me feel like I was special.
He isn't really what I'm looking for.

Na na na na na, we've all got choices.
Na na na na, we've all got voices.
Na na na na na, stand up make some noise.
Na na na na, stand up make some noise.

Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone.
He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no.
He wouldn't even open up the door.
He never made me feel like I was special.
He isn't really what I'm looking for.
He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no.
He wouldn't even open up the door.
He never made me feel like I was special.
Like I was special, cuz I was special.

Na na na na na

"Okay," I said looking at Fang. "My turn. Why are you so quiet?" I asked him.

"What makes you think I'm quiet? You've only known me for like an hour."

"I hear things."

"So you gossip?"

"No. I hear things."

"So you admit it?"

"Admit what?"

He shrugged.

Ugh. Boys.

"Just sing," I said annoyed.

"Not Meant To Be," Fang said, not even bothering to speak in full sentences. I don't really mind. I do the same, sometimes. And he was kind of cu- No! YOU CANNOT HAVE THOSE THOUGHTS! He's not your friend. He means nothing to you.

It's never enough to say I'm sorry
It's never enough to say I care
But I'm caught between what you wanted from me
And knowing that if I give that to you
I might just disappear

Nobody wins when everyone's losing

It's like one step forward and two steps back
No matter what I do you're always mad
And I, I can't change your mind
I know it's like trying to turn around on one way street
I can't give you what you want
And it's killing me
And I, I'm starting to see
Maybe we're not meant to be

It's never enough to say I love you
No, it's never enough to say I try
It's hard to believe
That's theres no way out for you and me
And it seems to be the story of our lives

Nobody wins when everyone's losing

It's like one step forward and two steps back
No matter what I do you're always mad
And I, I can't change your mind
I know it's like trying to turn around on a one way street
I can't give you what you want
And it's killing me
And I, I'm starting to see
Maybe we're not meant to be

There's still time to turn this around
You could building this up instead of tearing it down
But I keep thinking
Maybe it's too late

It's like one step forward and two steps back
No matter what I do you're always mad
And I, I can't change your mind
I know it's like trying to turn around on a one way street
I can't give you what you want
And it's killing me
And I, I finally see
Maybe we're not meant to be

It's like one step forward and two steps back
No matter what I do you're always mad
And I, baby I'm sorry to see
Maybe we're not meant to be

Wow. His voi- my thoughts were cut off by the ringing of a doorbell.
Crap. Sam was supposed to come over to 'hang out'. For some reason, in his little world that means beat the shit out of me. Joy.

"Guys... just stay up here. Talk." And with that said, I ran downstairs, plastered a fake smile on my face, and opened the door.

"Max." He was obviously drunk. As always. Idiot. "Who'shere?" His words were slurred together. "Thereare carsout front." Crap. The guys are here. Oh shit. This is bad.


There it is. Song suggestion is OnTheBrightside by NeverShoutNever. R&R

-VickkkyXD