Title: Lost For Words

Summary: Jack Martello, Lost For Words song fic. Just something I wrote in fifteen minutes. Not much substance and won't make much sense if you haven't heard the song.

Rating: T


I heard it all. I was just around the corner. They weren't being as careful as they had thought.

Why is this a big deal?

Because I'm your date! And you're blowing me off!

We've already been through this…

So, what? You don't mind that you're embarrassing me in front of my co-workers? That I'm being talked about behind my back? That you are hurting my feelings by… flirting with that bitch?

I wasn't flirting! I can't talk to a woman without you getting on my back about it?

Talking to you is like trying to reason with a child.

Good. Maybe you should give up. Because I'm done with your fucked up bullshit.

I heard a set of footsteps walking away. It quickly stopped and stumbled back.

Don't say that…

Why does this happen? Why does she compromise? Who are they fooling? He has her wrapped around his finger. She thinks about everyone but herself. And whenever he threatens to leave, she jumps into bed with him. Pathetic. How does he do it? It's absurd that this has lasted so long. Why doesn't he just be a man about this and swallow his pride? Leave her. It would be the one kind thing he has done for her. I don't know how he gets her to run after him. It's not easy for me to forget you…

I've heard the tears, the angry words, the spiteful swears. Their relationship is hanging in threads. She is trying to sew it back together just as he cuts the stitches. He cares of nothing else but himself. This can't be good for her, chasing after him and trying to please his whim. He plays games with her. Rumors float around them, most of them shockingly true. He is so high above it all. And she… She is in his shadows, grappling for his attention. It's not easy for me to forget her. Not her complaints, her pleadings, her bribes. She would do anything to be with him. And he toys with her. How on Earth could this not have gone wrong?

He stepped into view, catching my eyes. I shifted away nonchalantly. Why should I care? I say what I see. I have no worries because I am watching from the outside. What's between them is… between them. I don't know how he gets her. I don't care how he gets her. But it's not easy for me to forget her with all the things that she said.

He pulled me into the dark room, kissing me harshly. I tasted her on him and it disgusted me. His hands touched me. I was his. I melted. I don't know how he gets me to run straight back to his bed.

It's not easy for me to forget her… I'm becoming what she is.

His lips bruised possessively. My heart's been broken enough times to know what to expect. He has broken it enough times. Why can't he let me go? I don't know how he gets me. His games leave me lost for words. What does he want? How on Earth could this not have gone wrong? My breath mingled with his as I tried to stay in the moment. His fingers wrenched my hair.

He needs me.

One of his games. He would never need me…

I need him.

I can be replaced.

It's not easy for me to forget you with all the things that you said.

He pushed away from me, breathing heavily. He slipped out of my hands as easily as I had held onto him. He brushed his thumb against my lips. I gazed into the masked green eyes. Always masked. I could never read him. He leaned forward. My place at eleven, he murmured.

I would say yes. I would say yes to anything he asked me. Yes…

He kissed me breathless. It was always a few seconds too short. He cared about nobody else but himself. It's absurd that we've lasted so long. It's not easy for me to forget her. She is like me. Later, Malfoy, he whispered after the kiss. He left me in the room, leaning against the wall and trying to forget the things that she said. The things that I wanted to say to him that she had already told him.

His games leave me lost for words…