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Crazy Chica 91: Yes, I did write the stupid Mary-Sue about one girl called Grace. It was one of the first on here, and I realized how incredbly pathetic it was and deleted it. Please don't say it was one of your favorites!

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Swimmerkitti:I took your advice, and I hope this is better. Also, I'm glad you like it!

rockerchik777: Yup, don't worry, Keep On Loving You will be in this fic!

Heard it from a friend who
Heard it from a friend who
Heard it from another you been messin' around

Zack was not happy. He'd been talking to Summer, about Katie. She'd said some nasty things, he'd said some nasty things, and he'd lost a friend because of her. It didn't matter, though, they loved each other. He'd lost a lot for her, he'd moved out, because his dad had made him choose between them. He had loved his dad, even after everything, but Katie was his soul-mate. He knew it.


They say you got a boy friend
You're out late every weekend
They're talkin' about you and it's bringin' me down

Apparently, Katie was cheating on him. That's why she was never around on weekends. She wasn't 'still grounded', she was out with another guy. Liars. They were all stupid liars. They were talking about her and him, all the time. He walked into a room and they all stopped talking. It was so obvious.

But I know the neighborhood
And talk is cheap when the story is good
And the tales grow taller on down the line

But he knew the band. There were others that liked him; Michelle, Eleni, Summer, even. And he wouldn't put it past Michelle to think up a story like this. Probably someone had seen Katie out with her brother, and told someone, and it had grown somehow.

But I'm telling you, babe
That I don't think it's true, babe
And even if it is keep this in mind

But he told Katie. He'd thought about it for a while, figured out all he options, then decided to tell her. She denied it, but of course, she would, even if it was true. He didn't believe it, though. She wouldn't do that. She wasn't that type. She wasn't! But if she was...well, he'd asked her to remember something.

You take it on the run baby
If that's the way you want it baby
Then I don't want you around

If it was true, then she had to go. Somewhere, anywhere, away from him. He wouldn't want her around. He loved her, he'd made sacrifices for her, and he'd given up everything for her. If she'd just thrown all that away, for someone else, then he didn't need that.

I don't believe it
Not for a minute

He didn't believe it, though. But what was it he didn't believe? That someone was making up stories, or that she would do that to him? He just didn't know anymore, he was mixed-up. He was a tangle. The only thing that he had known for sure was that he loved her, and she loved him. Now, he didn't even know that.


You're under the gun so you take it on the run
You're thinking up your white lies
You're putting on your bedroom eyes
You say you're coming home but you won't say when

She was making up lies, left right and centre. She never told him the truth, never anything definite. It was always, I might be home around this time, or I might be able to go out on Monday. If she ever did tell him something for definite, or make a good, solid date, she was always grounded, or babysitting, or doing something equally as pathetic.


But I can feel it coming
If you leave tonight keep running
And you need never look back again

She was going to leave him tonight, he knew it. This was D-Day. He'd told her that if she really loved him then she'd stay tonight. If not, then she'd have to go. Leave. Goodbye. And if she did leave tonight, then she could never, never return. And she was going to leave. He knew it.

Heard it from a friend who
Heard it from a friend who
Heard it from another you been messin' around

Everyone did.