This chapter was updated for a lovely, resting subnormality. I hope you feel better soon! Sorry this chapter isn't optimistic. It probably won't make you too happy...

Anyways, enjoy!!

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I stormed back into my dorm room, refusing to let the tears that threatened my eyes to spill over. I would not cry. I had done this to myself. I could not cry.

"Emily? Where'd Tom go?" Andrea asked worriedly when she noticed I was alone.

"He left." I choked out, barely able to hold back my tears.

"Left? Oh no… Jake!" She snapped, turning to yell angrily at her boyfriend shocking him as well as me. I clearly hadn't planned on her turning on her boyfriend, and he obviously hadn't seen it coming either.

"What? What did I do?" He asked sounding extremely confused.

"You couldn't just keep your mouth shut, could you?"

"From what? What are you going on about?"

"Why do you ALWAYS have to force your freaking musical bullshit down other people's throats? You're not always right, you know!"

"That's not why he bloody left!"

"Yes it is you idiot! He's in McFly!" Andrea screeched, causing the entire room to fall silent. Andrea had known? Had she recognized him? Why didn't she say anything?

"…What?" Jake asked, stunned. I glanced over at the two as I breathed deeply, trying to hold my tears back. Now I was causing them to fight! I was Cupid's counter part! Instead of building relationships, I destroyed them.

"He's in McFly, you idiot! And you were ranting on about how shit they were. Obviously he's not going to stay and listen!" Andrea continued on angrily.

"He's in McFly? Damn, if I'd have known that I would've pissed on the mother fu-" I cut Jake off before he could finish his statement.

"Jake, shut up! Okay? Seriously, can't you just keep your opinions to yourself for once? Yes he's in McFly! I've known him for years! Tom's the nicest guy on the planet and now he probably never wants to see me again!" I spat, letting all my anger and sadness out. I knew it was probably unfair, seeing as Jake hadn't known it was Tom… but he would've said something anyway.

"I can't believe you didn't tell us you knew those freaking money leeches! All of those times we talked about them and you just let us go on! You think I'm the bad guy? Look at you!" Jake yelled back, glaring at me angrily. Was it bad that a part of me agreed with him?

"God Jake! The reason I didn't tell you is because I didn't want to be treated differently because of it! You would've labeled me a little pop girl and gone on with your life, Andrea right by your side! For some reason, that scared me but now I wish that I had told you! Why did I want your friendship anyway?" I flipped, glaring at him.

"Because you're a faker! You think you know what's cool but you don't! Stop listening to that crap music and actually-"

"Jake! Shut UP!" Andrea yelled, stepping up to my side.

Girls stuck together. It shocked me, but I appriciated it all the same.

"Not you too, An-"

"You want the truth, Jake?" I asked, my voice back down to normal conversation level.

I began pacing back and forth, unable to look my old friend in the eye. I was about to get everything out. I was about to loose everything I built for myself but I wanted it gone. I wanted all of the secrets gone.

"You want me to be honest and real? Fine. My name is Emily Jones, sister to guitarist and singer, Danny Jones of McFly. I love him with all my heart but I hate all of the people who use me to get to him. I think people who take music way too seriously need to recheck their thinking because you know what? Music shouldn't be about what band you listen to or how long you've been a fan, but how you decide to actually listen. Every band has fans! If you don't like them then don't listen to them. And if you do like them, don't fucking act like they're gods! Because they're not. They're just people who like to play instruments or make cool sounds or sing really loud and saying you don't like one popular band because they're popular is literally one of the most insane things I've ever heard!" I sighed as my rant sided down to it's end. I just wanted to curl up in my blanket and never come out.

Andrea stood silently at my side, glancing over at me a few times as the empty noise in the room went on. Jake shook his head and moved off of the couch.

"Fuck you, Emily Jones. Come on, Andrea." Jake spat as he walked towards the door. I gasped slightly as realization hit me.

I had probably just lost what I thought to be my best friends. I completely spilled my entire story to the schools biggest gossip. Everyone would know by morning. I couldn't take any of it back. I didn't want to.

"I said come on, Andrea." Jake said again as he opened the door and beckoned to her.

"Fuck you, Jacob Stone." Andrea spat back, linking her arm through mine.

Jake slammed the door loudly behind him, his eyes glaring at the two of us before it fully closed. I turned towards Andrea, completely shocked by what she'd done.

"You didn't need to-" I began, but she shook her head.

"Em, I pretty much hated him anyway." She laughed, leading me over towards my bed. I sighed happily as I slid under the covers, the warm heat welcoming and comfortable.

"I'm still sorry." I sighed as she sat at my feet, glancing down at her hands thoughtfully.

"I just want to know why you didn't tell me any of this. Did you think I'd want to use you, too?" Andrea's voice was small as she glanced up at me, a little amount of hurt evident in her eyes.

I was just hurting everyone tonight, huh?

"It wasn't just you, Andrea. I didn't tell anyone. It wasn't that I didn't trust you…" I trailed off, apologetic. "I didn't really trust myself."

"You know that I'd never do that to you though, right?" She asked, still sounding hurt.

"My best friend in high school was like that… and she turned around and stabbed me in the back…" I sighed, rolling over onto my back so I could see her a bit better.

"Really?" Andrea asked, shocked.

"Yeah. I'll tell you about it sometime." I sighed, closing my eyes and allowing a few of the tears I'd been holding back to escape.

Andrea and I were silent for a while, neither of us wanting to mention the crocodile tears rolling down my cheeks. Even though Andrea was kind enough to forgive me, I would never ask Tom to do the same. He could stay mad as long as he wanted to, as long as he wasn't hurting.

"Do you think he'll come back?" Andrea asked quietly a few minutes, hours, or days later. I wasn't keeping track of time.

I knew who she meant though.

"I don't think so." I sighed, my heart pounding sadly at the thought. I was just a royal fuck up. But who was I to complain? I asked for it. I deserved it.

"I'm so sorry, Em." She sighed, comfortingly stroking my arm.

"It's fine. It's okay." I only said it to reassure her. I knew that it wasn't really fine or okay. How could it be? I knew that eventually my perfect little fairy tale would have a horrible ending. It was inevitable. What else could I do beside accept what happened and move on?

But how was I supposed to move on? That would entail me actually being okay with Tom gone. I would have to move out of my bed and continue with life as it was before. Was that even possible?

I had to do it though, right? What other option did I have? Regret and wishful thinking really wouldn't get me anywhere. My actual life wouldn't stop just because a small part of me died inside… I still had exams and papers and homework…

I would probably be like a walking ghost.

"Do you want me to stay the night? We can watch movies and eat pop corn till we explode." Andrea offered, smiling lightly at the idea.

"No… it's okay. Amanda's staying over Chelsea's tonight and I really wouldn't mind the alone time." I sighed, sitting up and hugging Andrea lightly before she got up to leave. How lucky was I that she had taken my side? She was actually a true person. She was real.

"I'll call you tomorrow, okay?" She checked before her departure.

"Yeah. Tomorrow." I spoke, not really bothering with coherency. What did it really matter anyway? As long as my point got across, who really needed a subject, verb, and noun to explain themselves? They were just extra tools thrown in by society to make our words pretty and fluent.

Who needed fluency, anyway? It was just a waste of time.

My body completely checked out from that point. The last thing I actually heard before my head hit the pillow was the door closing quietly behind Andrea.

How was it possible for such a wonderful night to go so wrong?