You see, here's my boy. His name is Georg. He's in a busy band called Tokio Hotel but I've been seeing him for the past ten months and we've been doing great. I live in France, so you can say we see each other rarely, but when we do meet, he always tries to make it worth every second. He never gets upset at me. And yes, even when I'm having the world's worst day...

"I said go away!" I screamed at Georg. "Leave me alone!" I got up and threw my handbag across the room.

Georg followed me senselessly. "Baby, don't be angry!" he said. We communicated in English because he didn't know a lot of French and I wasn't that good in German either. Our accents were accentuated when our voices got louder. "I'll make you a sandwich, ja? Your favorite strawberries and cream sandwich," he gave a smile as he appeared right in front of me, holding me tightly by the shoulders. He leaned forward to give me a kiss but I pushed him away.

"Let go of me, Georg Listing," I said firmly, trying hard not to thrash him against the wall or something. I really hated when anyone bugged me. It's not a secret I was having PMS... really bad PMS... but I also got sabotaged by a bitch from my high school and it was the most annoying thing ever. I really wanted to stab her for accusing me of copying her work when I was innocent. She made me undergo two hours of detention and I was late for my dream job interview! "Let go or I'll hit you like I wanted to do to Audrey! I'm warning you!" I shouted, eyes wide with anger.

Georg laughed at me. Stupid boy. "If that makes you feel better," he says calmly. He's always so calm, and I wonder how he can take my stupid nonsense but that's not the point now, is it? I looked at him. There was his stupid smile again. It's the as-long-as-you're-happy smile he gave me whenever I got moody.

"Don't tease me!" I frowned, trying to contain all the anger inside. The job wouldn't take my calls now and they think I must have bailed out on them. "Georg, I'm so damn angry and I need to go on a killing spree!" I said as I hit him hard on his chest. Besides venting my anger, I was pounding hard on his killer chest. Did I ever mention how tough he was? He's my personal boxing bag.

I didn't really notice but when I looked at my boyfriend's face, he had this little smile still on as he tried his best to stand straight just so I could hit him the Hell away till I felt better. I felt tears streaming down my eyes, and I felt my cheeks burn as I thought only of that annoying Audrey Perrin when I violated my poor boyfriend. After about two minutes of tears and frustration, I slowed down and turned away to hide myself in my room.

"Jazz," Georg called out. "Hey, babe-" I banged the door shut when I saw Georg following me. I slammed it into his face and jumped on my bed. For once, I didn't care about anything. It was like every time I had my moody mood swings. I get so restless, and I never thought about Georg's feelings.

"Shit," I mumbled in French when I realized I didn't lock the door. Georg would definitely come in again. I knew he would. The next moment, there was silence. I could only hear sobbing, and they were of my own. I waited for Georg to come in, but he didn't. I was angry, pissed, mad, all you'd ever hear to describe that emotion and now my boyfriend has had enough of me. I couldn't believe it. It wasn't even his fault and I had to spoil our four short days together before he left again. I am such an idiot. A childish one.

I sat there, crying as I huddled in the corner, and I picked my phone up and called Georg. I called him twice, but he didn't pick up. Great. He's leaving me because I was a little brat. I used him to vent my frustration when I should have just gone to Audrey's house and kill her.

I took advantage of my boy... how could I? I cried harder, feeling so terrible about what I did. I started to think back; how have I really shown Georg how much I loved him? We did say I love you, but it was more than words that mattered and I realized I was the one that greatly lacked in that part. Georg overcompensated for me. That calm, understanding, gorgeous man. God, oh God. I have screwed up this time. Georg's not coming in. It was fifteen minutes past the time I came in... and he wasn't here with me. I called him another time. He didn't pick up.

And then came a knock on the door. I was so lethargic from crying I felt like sleeping so when I got up, I realized it was twenty minutes past the time when Georg supposedly left the house. I didn't answer as I was technically half asleep. Maybe it was my room mate. The door opened, I could hear it... and when I saw who it was, it was Georg. I immediately sat up, feeling my eyes well up again. "Georg," I mumbled in a sad voice as I got up.

He came towards me with a plate and a glass of orange juice. "Feeling better now?" he asked with a concerned smile, and he brought forward a serving of strawberries and cream sandwich. I was rendered speechless, feeling like there was no other word to describe how I felt. I cried softly as he put down the two items on my bed and I immediately threw him a hug. So that was where he'd been all this while; making my sandwich!

"I'm so sorry!" I cried into his chest, taking in his gorgeous scent from this French cologne I got him for his birthday. It made me positively giddy and I loved it. "I'm so sorry for being such a bitch to you. I always ruin our time together but you... you're always so patient with me! I can't believe you, Georg."

Georg held me tighter. He rubbed up and down my back soothingly and I could feel he was smiling away. "I think it's cute when you're mad... so it's impossible for me to get angry with you," he mumbled into my ears, stroking my long brown hair. "Are you feeling much better now?"

I pulled back to look at this standing pillar of everlasting support. I couldn't believe how lucky I am. "I am," I said. "You're impossible, babe. How can you stand me? I feel like shit for treating you like that," I said, frowning sadly. I was angry at myself now. How could I treat Georg this way? He deserved so much more.

"It's because I love you," he said, like as if it was the most obvious reason in the world. He smiled at me before that gorgeous smile turned into a drop dead gorgeous grin. "And that's why I can never get mad at you. I'll always let you hit me, as long as you're happy." He wiped my tears away and gave me a peck on my lips as he held me lovingly by the waist.

"You're amazing," I said. "You put up with me... and no, wait. You're beyond amazing," I smiled, blushing a bit. I was falling in love all over again. Georg looked so handsome for some reason. Or maybe he was always this way. The fact that he made me happy again, it made him look angelic.

"Only because of you," he smirked. He rubbed my waist affectionately. He sat down and pulled me down to sit on him, and he brought the sandwich up to my lips.

I took a bite and Goddamn, it was the best damn sandwich in the world right now. "Je t'aime," I said to him in a low voice, a smile playing on my lips.

"Ich liebe dich auch," Georg said in his own deep sexy voice, and I gave him the tightest hug ever. It was only instinctive that I let a few more tears roll down my cheek. Am I the world's luckiest girl or what?