Johns P.O.V

3 weeks. It's been 3 weeks since I last heard from Kat. She just disappeared without a warning. I was so angry at myself. Did I do something wrong? I thought to myself.

I laid on my bed, with my back laying on the bed and my legs against the wall, looking up at the cieling. I had my guitar in my arms, strumming at random chords sadly. I just sighed, and heard Mimi yell up to me, "John! You've been in your room for days now! It's time to get out! Come help me clean up the messes you have made!" She yelled. "Piss off, Mimi..." I grumbled to myself.

I closed my eyes, sighing, thinking of Kat. Her beautiful blonde hair. Her emrald green eyes... What if I never get to look into those eyes again? What if I never get to kiss her again? God listen to meself, I sound like a queer.. But I didn't care. Kat is the only girl that has ever made me feel this way.

I just kept wondering if I did something wrong. Did I make her parents not want me around? What the 'ell did I ever do to them? Besides bringing Paul 'ome wasted out of his mind one night... and throwing up in their driveway wasted meself one time... and getting the police almost called to their house from being 'disruptingly loud' forever ago... But that isn't such a big deal! If they loved Kat, they'd let me be with her! They'd want what's best for her! I'M what's best for her..

"They don't even know the first thing about parenting..." I mumbled to myself, scratching my head. God, did I miss that bird or what...

Maybe if I call her 'ouse, she'll answer.. I thought to myself, reaching for the telephone. 2426772125. I dialed the number into the phone, hearing it ring for what seemed like an eternity. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Nothing. No reply. I sighed, setting the phone down, and strumming at my guitar again, making up random hooks as I go.

This happened once before

When I came to your door

No reply

They said it wasn't you

But I saw you peep through your window

I saw the lie, I saw the lie

I know that you saw me

As I looked up to your face

I tried to telephone

They said you were not home

That's a lie

Cos I know where you've been

I saw you walk in your door

I stopped singing, getting writers block. Ugh. I can't even write right now, I'm so upset about all this shite. I sighed and set my guitar down, laying in my bed normally, and fell asleep, having Kat on my mind the entire time.