Don't Take the Money by The Bleachers
Cupid sighs happily as the morning sun shines through the windows. She lightly brushes golden hair back from Blondie's sleeping face. These quiet mornings when she can gaze at her peacefully sleeping girlfriend are what she looks forward to as she falls asleep. She bites her lip, remembering last night.
"I'm tired of fighting with you," Cupid said, her voice weary. "Let's just go to bed."
She lies down, sighing in defeat. Blondie climbs in bed on the opposite side, turning her back to Cupid.
Blondie slowly wakes up, blinking in the bright sunlight. Her clear blue eyes sparkle. This girl takes Cupid's breath away. Even though they fight, Cupid can never let her go. She knows that for sure.
Mamma Mia by ABBA
Blondie groans, pressing her hand to her face as she thinks, once again, of Cupid, the pink-haired angel who occupied her heart more than any other.
"We're over!" Blondie had shouted, not caring how childish she was acting.
"Fine," Cupid snapped. "Have it your way, as usual."
Blondie knows that she is more than foolish for letting Cupid go. She feels more empty than she ever has without the sweet, loving ball of energy that is Cupid in her life. She used to think the term brokenhearted was, to put it eloquently, stupid, but now she knows what people mean. It feels like her heart has shattered into millions of pieces.
She gasps as she sees Cupid across the grocery store one rainy March morning. She hasn't seen her since the day they broke up. God, how can she resist her? Ignoring her better judgement, she walks toward her, hoping that she is ready for whatever happens.
Viva La Vida by Coldplay
Blondie used to feel like she ruled the world. Everybody loved her. They would do anything for her. Popularity was a mild way of putting it. She was the most beloved queen that the kingdom had ever seen. Ever since she met the cherub that had blown into her bedroom one stormy night, things have changed. She doesn't know what it is about this beautiful girl that possesses her so. All she knows is that she suddenly doesn't want to rule the world anymore. All she wants is Cupid who is love itself, she has come to learn.
"My subjects don't know what I've become," Blondie mutters, tucked in Cupid's warm, feathery wings that envelop her shivering body.
The cold night wind blows around them.
"I never even go out anymore. All I want to do is be here with you. I don't even want to be queen anymore."
She gasps as she admits this.
"I want to run away, free to be with you and only you."
Cupid runs her fingers through her hair, humming under her breath. She doesn't say anything. What could she say? This is Blondie's life, not hers. If Blondie wants to run away together, Cupid will agree. But if she wants to be queen, to rule over the land? She will also let her do that. Blondie's wish is Cupid's command.
Can We Hang On? by Cold War Kids
"I need you, Cupid!" Blondie sobs. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"
Cupid stares at the crying girl, her jaw set, forcing herself to not cry.
"I'm getting rid of my ego," Blondie insists, looking pleadingly at Cupid, her eyes red and puffy. "I will focus on you first. Not me. Not my job. You."
"Blondie," Cupid sighs.
She sits on the couch, passing Blondie a box of tissues.
"Remember the old days?" Blondie asks, wiping her eyes. "Remember high school and cutting class to make out in the gym storage closet and prom and the date at the amusement park when you threw up all over me on the roller coaster?"
Cupid snorts, unable to stop herself. Blondie smiles, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"We're not young anymore, Blondie," Cupid says a minute later, her face darkening. "We need to get out of our heads. We need to apply ourselves. We need to think about how we could possibly make this work."
"We can hang on!" Blondie exclaims, gazing at her with wide blue eyes.
"Can we, Blondie?" Cupid asks, her voice shaking. "Can we hang on?"
"I don't know," Blondie admits, her voice small. "But I hope that we can try because I love you. I really do."
Love. That should be enough for Cupid. But suddenly, it feels like it isn't.
Never Say Never by The Fray
"I'm here," Blondie murmurs, squeezing Cupid tighter as the girl's tears soak through her shirt.
"Just don't let me go," Cupid sobs, gripping the collar of Blondie's dress.
"I won't," Blondie soothes. "I promise."
They're not talking about Blondie's confession, the most embarrassing thing she's ever done, telling the goddess of love that she is in love with her. They have been walking on eggshells around each other, afraid that whatever they say will just make things more awkward. Now Cupid is heartbroken, though, and it's Blondie's job as her best friend to comfort her. She strokes her hair, breathing in the rosy scent of Cupid's shampoo.
"I can't believe Dexter and I can never be together," Cupid whimpers.
"Never say never, Cupid," Blondie whispers, her voice cracking. "There's always a chance that it could work out."
No matter how much it hurts, Blondie will encourage her. She can't be selfish and wish that it was she who Cupid felt so passionately about. That would be wrong. And if Blondie is anything, it is just right.
Wild Heart by Bleachers
Blondie has always been a perfectionist, wanting everything to be just right. She is rigid, always afraid that she's going to mess up. Ever since becoming roommates with Cupid at the beginning of sophomore year, they've become closer and closer. Cupid is free and airy like the wind, doing what her heart tells her to do. One night when she comes back late, laughing about what a good night she had at the bowling alley and goes to bed, homework undone, Blondie just gapes.
"She's wild," she mutters to herself. "Absolutely wild."
"I'll never be good enough!" Blondie sobs one sunny afternoon, obsessing over the nasty comments on her Mirrorcast.
Cupid is immediately by her side, wiping her tears and hugging her tightly.
"Yes you are, sweetie," she reassures her, her voice determined. "You're more than enough. You're perfect."
Before Blondie knows it, she has quit her Mirrorcast. Suddenly, something is more important than being a school icon. Cupid, with her sunny outlook, her undying love and compassion, her wild heart that is always blooming. She wants to find her way into that heart, to be loved by Cupid like no other. As Cupid and her lie on the balcony under the stars, the cherub's wings folded securely around her, she knows that there must be a space in Cupid's heart filled with her.
Let Her Go by Passenger
"I want you back, Blondie," Cupid sobs into the phone. "I'm so sorry! I always took you for granted. I took advantage of your goodness, your patience! I love you so much! Please come back to me! Please!"
"It's too late," Blondie says, her voice hollow. "You screwed up too many times. I'm not going to put up with it anymore."
Cupid sobs at the bar counter, her tears falling into the glass of wine. There's a cavity in her chest, a gaping hole that she knows only Blondie can ever fill. She didn't know until Blondie left how much she loves her, how much she needs her. She can't believe how stupid she is for letting her go, for treating her like any less than the wonder she is.
She struggles to fall asleep that night, her face slick with tears as she stares at the ceiling, images of Blondie flashing through her mind. Blondie smiling and laughing, whispering how much she loves her, kissing her with all the sweetness in the world.
"I love you, Blondie," she quietly sobs. "I'll always love you."
Machine by Imagine Dragons
"Cupid, you can't see a movie tonight!" Blondie exclaims, a flash of irritation sweeping across her face. "Tonight is our study session. And not tomorrow either-that's the night we read and snuggle in bed!"
The anger in Cupid's chest is simmering, and with one more annoyed look from Blondie, it explodes.
"Blondie, this perfectionism is becoming aggressively controlling!" she yells.
Blondie's eyes widen.
"When are you going to see that I'm not yours to order around? That I'm not part of this crazy machine you sometimes become?!"
"I just want the best for you," Blondie stutters, her face falling.
"Well, this bossiness needs to stop!" Cupid orders, finally reaching the point where her bossy side comes out. "You're going to let me be. I'm a big girl, and I get to choose when I see movies with my other friends. Have a good night!"
As she walks quickly down the hall, tears prick at her eyes. She knows that Blondie is an amazing person who would never want to hurt her. She's just so stressed out all the time. Cupid knows she needs to do something to soothe her girlfriend's anxiety, but she feels helpless.
Instead of seeing a movie with Briar, she ends up crying in her and Ashlynn's dorm room. Briar holds her close.
"Blondie loves you, Cupid," Briar murmurs, slowly rubbing her back. "So much."
"I know," Cupid hiccups. "I love her too. I always will no matter how she acts."
When she goes back to her dorm room hours later, as soon as she steps in and sees Blondie's red eyes, she says the first thing that comes into her mind.
"In bed," she orders. "Now."
Their anger and guilt is released in a flurry of physical passion, and afterward, Cupid lies in Blondie's arms, sleeping soundly as a crushing weight is lifted from her sweaty body.
The World I Know by Collective Soul
University is a frightening place for Cupid. She doesn't know anybody here. She feels completely and utterly alone. Her roommate, Natalia, is terribly unkind to her. Every night a new boy is in their dorm room, under the covers with Natalia, breathing heavily as she dramatically moans. Does this girl have no conscience?
She finds herself on a train, with one destination in mind. Blondie. She needs kindness and love, now more than ever. Hours later, when she arrives at the university Blondie attends, she finds Blondie's dorm room, remembering the room number Blondie told her. When Blondie answers the door, her smile bright when she sees her, Cupid throws herself into her arms.
"I missed you so much!" she sobs.
Blondie hugs her and brings her to her bed, where she holds her close. When Cupid finally calms down, the peace that is Blondie washing over her shaking body, she pulls back and looks into Blondie's concerned eyes. This is the world Cupid knows. Not the strange, unfriendly world that is her college. But the warm, caring world that she resides in with Blondie.
"This is all I want," she whispers, pressing her lips to Blondie's forehead. "You. I love you so much."
"I love you too," Blondie whispers, gently kissing her lips.
This is the only world I want to be in, Cupid knows.
Hey There Delilah by Plain White T's
"I miss you so much," Blondie says. "I can't wait to see you this summer."
"I hate being so far away from you," Cupid mutters.
She sniffles.
"Hey," Blondie whispers, her eyes stinging. "Don't worry about the distance. I'm always right there with you."
Blondie wishes, more than anything, that she had enough money to visit Cupid in New York City.
"You'll be done with this term of school in June," Blondie reminds her when they're Skyping the next night. "We'll see each other then. I know that times are hard for you and me right now, but it's not forever."
"I love you," Cupid says, pressing her hand to the computer screen.
Blondie presses her hand to her computer screen, almost believing that their hands are actually touching.
"I love you too."