-1Disclaimer: I don't own Connie, but I did make up her friends, even though you don't even meet them. They're fake, though, in more ways than one.
Song: She's Gonna Break Soon
Artist: Less
Than Jake (Great band.)
A/N: Okay, so I love this song, and I swear it's going to be one of my favorites for all time. If you guys haven't heard it, I definitely think you guys should, it's awesome. All right, so I must say, this songfic was inspired by the music video of the song, with Alexis Bledel in it. I know I haven't written one of these in a while, and haven't updated this, but I've tried to write one, but couldn't get a decent one of me. I'm hoping this one will be okay, it's a tad bit depressing, but create a good ending in your minds. Anyway, on to the songfic, and please, keep those reviews comin'!
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She's
gonna break soon
Gonna break soon
Gonna break soon
With
so many problems in her life it really comes as no surprise
She's
gonna break soon
Gonna break soon
She's gonna break
Connie pulled down on her cheek to drag the pencil across the lid on the bottom of her eye, she let go, and did the same to the tip of her top lid. She dropped it in the sink, and searched through her makeup bag for mascara, and her eyelash curler. Connie did this nightly before going out. She would find an outfit, that wouldn't be too hot in a club environment, which wasn't much of an outfit because of the pieces of cloth she would be missing to cover the legs and body. She would apply her make-up, brush her hair, and then leave her dorm to find her room-mate and her friends.
Connie turned around, mid eyelash curling, and walked over to her bed, checking to see who was calling. She stared at the name, 'Charlie' and dropped the phone back down on the bed. She sighed, and stared back into the vanity mirror, singing along to the song ringing from her cell-phone.
"Okay," Connie said to herself, pulling her shirt lower, and patting down her short jean skirt. "Let's go get fucked up." She grabbed her purse, heading out the door.
Welcome to her busy dizzy
life
Of going out and getting high
And following all the
latest trends
While shedding all her oldest friends
It's
been weeks worth of weekends
when fake I.D.s and fake passions
are her best friends.
It wasn't hard for Connie and her friends to get into the club that played underground bands, and was crowded with druggies. It was because they would bring such a pleasure to those worked in the club, as well as those who partied there. They would wink, smile, and kiss they're way into every person's heart. But Connie, unlike her friends, would stare at the band playing, and the people around her, wondering where she went wrong. Was it when she and Guy broke up? Was it when she lost her best friend, Julie, because of a silly fight? Was it when she stopped answering the phone calls the Ducks made to her? Or was it just because she felt she didn't have anything left?
When Connie's eyes finally made it away from the band and she detached herself from the beats she could feel rock her whole body, and the lyrics that engulfed her mind, she saw a group, with girls that looked similar to herself, stare at her, give a laugh, and walk away, only looking back to make comments on her wardrobe, or her face, or how fat or skinny she may be. Connie rolled her eyes, feeling her heart get hit like a punching bag, then turned to face her friends and new victims they picked up at the bar, and she took a swig of her beer.
She's been
thinkin' wishin' she could hide
From the girls with the
comments passing by
It's the boys in bars on Friday night
That
replace the emptiness inside
She'll be spending her whole
weekend
Faking laughs and faking smiles with her fake friends
Connie threw her bag
onto her bed, stumbling to take her heels off, and plopped onto her
bed. She didn't feel as wasted, or as high as she was the
night before, which meant she was thinking about her life, and how
out of control it got. The worst part was that she felt she
didn't have a reason to fix, or get on the right track. She
sat digging through her purse, and pulled out her cell-phone.
She missed two calls from Charlie, and Jesse, but she wished that one
day maybe it could Guy who would call. Maybe then she would
finally answer.
She flipped through her text messages, and read every single one that Guy sent her when she first moved to Los Angeles for college. One specifically said, 'Connie, take care of yourself out there. I'll be worrying about you all the time, so at least do it so I don't have a heart attack from the stress.' Connie smiled to herself, and slowly got up to look at herself in the mirror. Whenever Connie would wake up, in the middle of the night, in the morning, or in the middle of afternoon after she went out, she would stare at herself in the mirror. She had make-up smeared, and her eyes covered in black make-up, and she would just stare, wanting to punch the mirror in front of her, so maybe that person she saw would run away in fear, and bring the old Connie Moreau back.
Connie stared, and for the first time, of the many times she would look at herself, punched the mirror in front of her. It cracked slightly, and it sent a jolt through Connie, and she began throwing her stuff off the desk, then throwing her papers, and books around. She took her pillow, and threw it across the room, then fell back on her bed, as a tear slipped through her right eye. She was breathing hard, as she still had her phone in her left hand, and she looked at her knuckles that weren't in bad shape, but blood was starting to seep through the cuts from the mirror punching.
Promises you made back home
Are crumpled like the goodbye notes
And last night's dirty
clothes
Were on the floor next to the phone
And it's been
disconnected months ago
No calls from your friends back home
You
lost your point of view and now
It's got the best of got the
best of got the best of you
Lifting her left arm, Connie's fingers began dialing a phone number that she would probably memorize for all time. She held it up to her, as it rang. A sigh came from her mouth, and a smile came in the comfort the voice gave her, 'Hi Guy."
