"Cause you had a bad day, you're taking one down. You sing a sad song just to turn it around! You say you don't know. You tell me…"

"Oh, shut up!" Fred kicked the jukebox in anger.

"Hey!" The man behind the diner counter warned him. "Easy with the equipment."

Fred, after escaping from the chapel, had went a few doors down to a new local restaurant.

He sat at one of the stools near the counter, and covered his eyes with his hands.

"Looks like you're having a hard time."

"Well, I just realized that the girl I've been friends with all my life is the woman I love more then anything, but this happens to be the day she's getting married."

"Ouch! A bit late there, aren't we?" Fred gave him a look, as if to say, 'duh'.

"Here," the bartender sat a small glass in front of him. "Scotch, on the house."

"No thanks." Not only was he still under-age, he didn't like the taste all together. "Get me a Roy Rogers."

The waiter went to make his drink, and Fred took this time to change the song playing. He pulled 50 cents from his pocket, and began surfing through the music options. He found a song he knew well, that also happened to fit his life at that moment. The piano did it's intro for a few seconds, until Sarah McLachlan began singing.

"When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful. Every hour we spent together, lives within my heart…"

"Hey, bud. Here," the diner man placed the cherry sprite on the counter. Freddy sipped it loudly, and quickly. He then signaled for a refill.

Through the summer and the fall: we had each other, that was all.

"Thanks," Jones drank his next soda slower. He felt like attempting drunkenness from cherry juice.

Still I waited for the day, when she'd say "I will always love you."

While taking a breath between glugs, the teenager felt a vibration coming from inside his pocket. He pulled out his cell phone, and frowned at the name on the caller i.d.

DAPHNE, it flashed.

"Hello?" He answered against his better judgment.

There was no voice at the end of the line. Just silence.

Fred had known Daphne almost his whole life. And he knew what the quietness represented. "You got married, didn't you?"

More of nothing. This was the sign that he was correct. Fred felt the last shred of hope disperse like smoke.

"You know what, Daph? I'm glad for you. Really. And to show my happiness, I'd like to make a toast to you." Freddy pulled the cell phone away from his ear, and immediately dropped it into his Shirley Temple. He watched it gradually sink, and then blacken out all together.

That was it.

It was over.

For good. Forever.

When she… loved… me………

THE END

Well, what do you think? I cried writing this. Daphne and Freddy belong together more then chocolate and peanut-butter. But this fic was supposed to make you upset. I hope it did. And, in case there is any confusion, yes, Daphne did marry Jacob.

Comment, and tell me you hate the story! Or at least, say that you liked the story but hated the outcome.

Yours in writing,

Song