Song: What Hurts the Most- Rascal Flatts
Requested by: K2-Romance
Dedication: Certainly not school work...
Pairing: Shane x Tess (Shess)
A dream.
That's what this is right? A stupid dream?
A stupid wish.
A stupid fantasy.
This tear isn't real. It's a part of the dream. The fact that this pillow is wet with them is part of the dream too. Nothing is real.
That picture on the nightstand certainly isn't real. Everybody is too happy for it to be real. The smiles. The laughter. The joy.
That kiss wasn't real.
Just another part of this big joke we call life.
Shane Gray can't be real. He's too perfect. He's too kind and funny to be real. He's too sweet to ever be more than just a dream.
If Shane Gray isn't real, then that means that the picture isn't real. And that the kiss wasn't real either. The fact that Shane Gray doesn't exist on planet Earth makes sense because then the pain wouldn't be real either. If Shane Gray isn't real, then my pillow isn't wet because he didn't say that he was seeing someone else. He couldn't have.
Because he's not real.
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Here is a warning to everybody. Don't fall in love, especially with someone who is simply fantasy.
All he'll do is pretend to be your friend, pretend to care. And then…he leaves. He's gone.
Figuratively, of course. He's still there…in your thoughts, in your heart. In fact, he is still in the same room. But while he is standing right in front of you, he is in a different galaxy altogether.
All I did was fall in love. I didn't realize the heavy price I had to pay.
Shane Gray, if he was real that is, was the perfect friend. He'd hug me and let me win at the video games we play. Shane was thoughtful and more insightful then most people would think. He remembered birthdays and other special days. Shane could make anyone laugh, so long as he tried hard enough.
Don't ask how I fell in love with a figment of imagination.
Because I myself don't even know.
The scenes that play in my mind. Over and over again. They come to haunt, not to help. I can't help but hate the feeling.
He led me on. I thought he liked me the way I liked him…but I was wrong.
One day…one day he was gone.
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The last day of summer is my least favorite day of the year.
You want to know why? It's not because school is about to start, oh no. In fact, I was filled with glee when I realized that school would be starting soon. My thoughts of Shane Gray would be clouded by algebraic equations and long words like antidisestablishmentarianism.
The last day of summer is my least favorite day of the year because I was going to tell Shane how I really felt. I thought it would be easy, considering how much I've talked to him before. It should've been the easiest thing in the world, right? I was certain that he felt the same way. And that we would be happy, like all the other couples in the world.
We'd spend the rest of our lives together, and even if we were miles and miles apart, we'd still hold each other's hearts to ourselves. We'd be together, even if it was impossible.
But I couldn't tell him.
I couldn't tell him because he is not real.
I couldn't tell him because he did not feel the same way.
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To see him with her made my eyes water. She was perfect. Her hair was never frizzy, her smile was never crooked, and her voice…her perfect, perfect voice. I felt alone and betrayed.
I thought he was in love with me! But then maybe it was a good thing he is not real. If he was real, it would've hurt a lot more.
The pain subsided, and I thought I could go on with my life.
But the truth is; is that whatever I do, or whatever I see…I think of him. To think, only a few months ago we might have been together.
But then he met her.
I never stopped thinking about you Shane. Even though you hug and kiss her and not me, I still think about you. Even when your arm is wrapped around her petite shoulders, I still think about you.
Why don't you think of me too?
Didn't you ever think how great of a couple we would be?
I know you are happy with her…I understand why. She's pretty and outgoing. She knows how to be herself. But can't you see, I'm not hiding behind anything anymore! Come back and be my dream, my wish, my fantasy!
I love you Shane Gray.
Why can't you see that?
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I lied.
Shane Gray is very real, and so is that picture of us kissing. Everything was real. The tears, the memories, the happiness.
It wasn't a dream.
But I wish it was.
If it was a dream, I could've woken up and pretended like it never happened. Everyone dreams about stupid things from time to time? I could've lived my life, and forgotten about the dream. I could've kept the images of Shane and me in my mind and not cry whenever I think about them.
I could've kept the picture of the kiss on my nightstand and loved to look at it.
But now every time I look at it, I think of her.
I think of how Shane loves her.
I think about how horrible Shane Gray and Tess Tyler look together.
And I think about how Shane Gray and I, Mitchie Torres, could've been together instead.
End
A/N: HA! I bet you thought this was in Tess' point of view about Mitchie! Well you were WRONG!! Bwahaha!!! Ok, so it was originally in Tess' POV, but I think I've written about enough sad Shess fics…although this was more of a bittersweet Smitchie then a Shess, but well…why can't they be happy together? Seriously!
Anyways, I liked how this turned out. Review please!!!
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