Two Seater Chapter 2: Special Needs, a joan of arcadia fanfic

Disclaimer: I don't own Joan Of Arcadia or the Placebo song 'Special Needs'.

A.N: I decided this needed a mini add on. There are always two sides to every story ;)

Remember me when you're the one who's silver screened
Remember me when you're the one you always dreamed
Remember me when whenever noses start to bleed
Remember me special needs

'Will you be pressing charges?' The officer asked Kevin.

'No.' His eyes wondered to door of the interview room he knew held Lilly. He had hoped the news of her arrest wouldn't spread to his father and so far so good.

Just 19 and sucker's dream
I guess I thought you had the flavour
Just 19 and dream obscene
With six months off for bad behaviour.

'Are you sure?'

'Yes.'

The officer nodded and went back to the interview room. A few minutes later he reappeared, Lilly in tow. 'You're free to go, miss.'

She turned, seeing Kevin behind her. After a briefly grateful nod she walked out of the station and into the night. No apology, but he didn't expect one.

Remember me when you clinch your movie deal
Think of me stuck in my chair that has four wheels
Remember me through flash photography and screens
Remember me special dreams

Rebecca? Ha. I hadn't seen Rebecca in over a year. Yet somehow, 'I'm back with Rebecca' sounds so much better than 'I know that my disability bothers you. I'm ending whatever it is we have here before it tears me apart that you can't relax around me'. I saw the looks, the pitying and regressive glances at the chair. You only ever wanted me because you thought I was all you could get.

Just 19 this sucker's dream
I guess I thought you had the flavour
Just 19 and dream obscene
With six months off for bad behaviour
Just 19 and sucker's dream
I guess I thought you had the flavour
Just 19 and dream obscene
With six months off for bad behaviour

The conversation played over endlessly in his head. 'It's not you, it's just… I have feelings for someone else I just can't control…' Man I'm an asshole sometimes.

Remember me...

Having started off as the victim, he became the attacker. Was it really better to have her think I was wanted by another, younger girl and hurt her than to stay with her and work things out? Now sitting in his solid metal chair in the night, he thinks that maybe hurting someone you love hurts yourself twice much in the process.

Remember me...