A/N: Okay, really short Laine/Nothing fic… Laine's POV. "Love is a Battlefield" belongs to Pat Benatar. Laine, Nothing, and all recognizable objects belong to Poppy Z. Brite. I'm not making any money off of this.

Love is a Battle Field By Freakish Lemon

We are young

Heartache to heartache, we stand

No promises, no demands

Both of us knowing

Love is a battlefield

The feel of his body pressed up against mine, the memory of sharp tugs at the roots of my hair still echo faintly…the taste of his come still lingering on my lips…

Nothing…

Pretty Nothing with his pointed face and sharp hips and long fingers… His faint line scars and black chipped nails… All black ripped jeans and tattered shirts and safety pins…Sharp in all ways, save for the soft sadness behind his eyes…

The only one I've really loved.

I lay on the floor of my room amidst the usual clutter and think of him… how gentle his kisses are…how his skin tastes…I drag my fingers across my naked skin, trying to reclaim the feeling that I get when I touch him. I want him, I need him… Some days I think he is the only thing that keeps me here.

You're begging me to go

You're making me stay

Why do you hurt me so bad

It would help me to know

Do I stand in your way

Or am I the best thing you've had?

Believe me, believe me, I can't tell you why

But I'm trapped by your love

And I'm chained to your side

That night…what defines that night began at Skittles and ended in wrenching heartbreak…

For once I thought he really loved me back… licking my wound and allowing the last kiss before he left…But there was no indecision in his eyes when the old guy made us leave the bus station, no doubt at going on alone…

I kept hoping… hoping he would take me with him, take me away from this god-awful town… anywhere…

We're losing control

Will you turn me away

Or touch me deep inside?

And before this gets old

Will it still feel the same?

There's no way this will die

But if we get much closer

I could lose control

And if your heart surrenders

You'll need me to hold

Blinding, searing, burning, draining…the pain beginning at my raw and bleeding throat, down around my entire body where it ends at my feebly beating heart…

Images flash through my mind… the look on your face during an orgasm…your lonely silhouette as we retreated from the bus station… your day dreaming look… the surprise and joy in your eyes when I entered this death-ridden van… the feral gleam in your eyes…

…all now fades….

Love is a battlefield