GrEaT mInDs ThInK aLiKe BeE!

Authors Note: Can't be bothered to write one but thanks to all my wonderful reviewers (hint hint)

Read it and love it (hopefully)

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What is love? Being satisfied 24/7? Having someone you can call yours? Or breaking the line between pleasure and pain? Constantly hurting so bad inside, because whenever you are not with the one you love, you feel like you are going to burst?

With Michelle it was the latter.

"What's wrong baby?" A voice broke his thoughts.

"Oh, nothing. Go back to sleep," he replied, stiffly pulling the blonde to his bare chest.

"I would if you stopped looking like your dog had just died of a sudden, deadly disease." She sighed, wishing this was why he was always so glum.

Sara. She only wanted him, always willing to please, the sex was great, but being with her just wasn't the same as Michelle. To him, Sara was an object, a sex toy. It sounded harsh to put it that way, but really it was the truth. From his point, snogging her was like kissing a dead fish.

Bradin loved Michelle. Sara was a fling, who came back to haunt him.

He felt sorry for the poor girl. Call her up, do it and sleep. No conversation, they were fuck buddies, and that was all in his opinion. All his sadness and grief was emptied onto her.

As she fell asleep he quickly pulled his arm away from her and moved to the other side of the bed. Bradin fell into a restless sleep. He slept, back to her, almost falling off his side of the bed.

Sara woke first the next morning. She woke him with a deep kiss, the only passion coming from her.

"I love you B," she said closing in on him, but he pushed her away.

She looked at him worriedly.

"Sara, look. I can't do this. You can't do this. Literally, it's not you, it's me," he explained. Great, the second heart he'd broken in a week.

She looked ready to cry. "I can't do this to you. I'm an emotional cripple."

"But, I love you," she cried.

"I don't want to hurt you more Sara, I did love you but now I can't."

"You still love her don't you." Fury hung in her voice.

"Please go Sara," he kissed her on the cheek. "We can be friends."

"Fuck you, you little…player," shouted, running out of his room, trying to collect herself. Bradin had seen this sight way to many times. But this time he made no attempt to stop her.

It was the truth, it was really was. Without that one special girl in his life he was a nervous wreck. He spotted Michelle's shirt and jacket, still lying on the ground from their fight a few days ago.

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Give her the tops, say he wants her back, expect a rather large argument, which could go either way and leave. Hope for the best, it was worth a try. What's the worst thing she could do, slap him again? Not take him back. He ran this through his head over and over again, trying to ignore the very last fact.

Before he knew it he was infront of her massive house again. It didn't seem any bigger, he felt smaller.

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Michelle's bronzed cheeks were tearstained, as they had been since last Saturday. She lay, still sobbing on her bed, tissues in hand, thinking about he-who-is-lower-than-the-scum-on-the-dirt-of-a-flea-on-a-muddy-mutts-back-therefore-does-not-deserve-a-name. Bloody man-whore. Probably been sleeping around from the very beginning of their relationship.

She heard her mother answer the door. Michelle looked down from her balcony in time to see her mum's hand hit Bradin's face with quite a force. "Sucked in" she thought.

"Look, I really know I deserved that, but please can I just speak to your daughter," he pleaded.

"YOU HURT MY DAUGHTER AFTER EVERYTHING YOU HAVE ALREADY DONE." Elizabeth had heard about the incident. "You don't deserve someone as good as my daughter," she shouted, trying to calm down. The lady snatched the clothes out of Bradin's hand and slammed the door in his face.

"Please tell Michelle I love her, I didn't mean anything and without her I will die," he called. Tears welled in the not-so-perfect surfer's eyes.

Michelle heard all of this. She sobbed uncontrollably. She shuffled back into her room and collapsed on her bed.

What is this I'm feeling? I hate him so much but whenever he's not by my side I want to die. But he is such an arrogant dick. Crap. Why would he do that to me? I thought he loved me. I loved him. I love him.

Thoughts ran through Michelle's brain a mile a minute. Her eyes glazed over and she fell in to a kind of half conscious rest.

Faintly she heard a voice call her name. Someone lent down and kissed her on the forehead.

"Bradin," she mumbled.

"No darling, it's mum. Do you want to come down and eat dinner?"

"I still love him," she muttered, only half aware of what was happening around her.

"It's okay honey, you'll get over him.

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"Do you think he's alright?" asked Ava.

"Dunno. He's been in his room all day," Jay replied.

"Why don't you go talk to him," she suggested, nudging Jay towards the moody teens door, not giving him the chance to back away.

"B-man, what's up?" asked Jay as he casually walked into Bradins room.

"Go away!" shouted Bradin. He really wasn't in the mood to talk.

"You seem awfully sad…" "I'll talk to you later."

Bradins face was buried in his pillow, hiding his red eyes from Jay.

"Alright, dinners in five," Jay said, leaving him be.

How to take the pain away. Cause more.

Bradin pinched his skin until his knuckles turned white. As it broke crimson blood fell. It hurt like hell, but he didn't stop. He was already in so much pain it wouldn't make a difference. In a way it made him feel better, to release all that caught up anger and sadness.

There really was a fine line between pleasure and pain.

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OMG OMG OMG I really want to say what's gonna happen next but I won't. It's killing me. TOP SECRET but a few sneaky people already know.

Anyway, this story has about four more chapters then it'll be finished. But I'm going to write a sequel, which I already have carefully thought out!

How could someone who looks so perfect be so disturbed? Poor Bradin I feel sad.

Bye I'm gonna post this now,

Love MsMcCartney