Guys why does anyone read these I actually suck at writing.

Composition? Format? Sentence structure? Subject matter? Don't know her.

Anyway, for some reason y'all like these so here you go.

_DISCLAIMER_

I don't own Star Wars or any of the characters mentioned, or any of the songs used.

"Guys, do you hear that?" Ben asked, turning to Poe and Finn, the three of them fixing supper in the kitchen.

Finn cocked his head to the side, listening. "Yeah, Rey's blasting some music. What's new?"

Ben swatted him in the arm, and set down the bowl of pancake mix he had been stirring. "She's been listening to Un-break my heart by Toni Braxton on repeat for the past hour. Do you think she's okay?"

"Oh no." Finn covered his mouth and exhaled deeply. "Rey only listens to that when she's really sad or just got dumped…" he shut off the heat to the stove and brushed past his roommates, starting down the hall.

Poe and Ben quickly matched his pace. "Wait, Rey has a boyfriend?" Poe asked, grabbing Finn by the arm, slowing him down. "Since when?"

"She's been seeing a guy for a couple of months. She made me swear not to tell you guys, because she didn't want you to get all excited when she wasn't even sure if it would work out. it seemed like she really liked him though," he trailed off, lost in thought.

Poe glanced at Ben, who seemed to have paled a bit. "Don't tell me you knew, too," he accused, but regretted it when Ben tensed up, anger flashing in his eyes.

"Clueless, same as you." His tone was cold.

They inhaled a collective breath and marched down the hall to Rey's room. Finn reached up to knock on the door, tentatively murmuring, "Rey?"

After a moment, they heard a loud sniff, and then a croaking voice. "Go away." She sounded weak, her words strained. "I'm fine."

"God, that's pathetic," Ben groaned, twisting the knob and shoving his way in front of his friends.

He was met by the sight of Rey, curled up on the floor under a pile of blankets. A box of tissues peeked out from the edge of one of the quilts.

She raised her head to look at him, streaks of mascara running down her face, eyes red and puffy.

"Fine, huh?" He whispered, moving to sit down beside her. She turned away, muffling a sob in her pillow. "Wanna talk?"

"No," she laughed bitterly. "I wanna stab something."

He chuckled, peeling back the blanket so he could see her face. "Okay, I can probably find something." He glanced around the room, his gaze stopping on a framed picture on her nightstand he hadn't noticed before. It showed Rey, standing and smiling with a taller man. He had light brown hair and green eyes. His eyes narrowed. "That him?" He asked, gesturing to the photo.

"Yeah," she didn't even look up.

An idea formed in his head as he stood and grabbed the photograph. He doesn't know how he missed it before; it had obviously been there awhile, the thin layer of dust coating the glass proving this. "Here," he said, shoving it toward her. When met with her confused expression, he sighed in exasperation, settling back down next to the blanket fort. He was painfully aware that Finn and Poe stood watching from the doorway, astonishment etched clearly across their faces. "Look, whenever I'm upset, like after failing an exam or any time I have to talk to my parents, I always vent by breaking something." He laughed, turning the photo over in his hands a few times. "Probably not very healthy, I know, but it works.

"So get up, throw this out the window, burn whatever sappy love letters he wrote, and for God's sake, please change the song!" Ben grinned as she raised her body with a groan and snatched the frame from him. She eyed the picture, an array of emotion visibly crossing her face. Sorrow, regret, indifference, rage. Her body trembled as she spoke.

"You know, I actually thought this one might work out," she glanced up at him, tears gathering but she blinked them away. "After all this time, maybe I'd have one normal relationship with a normal person and we'd do normal things like study dates and go out for dinner and find 'our song'." She stood, and then reached into her nightstand, yanking out a small box. "But maybe I'm not meant for normal. Maybe I'm not meant for love."

With that, she chucked the picture frame at her wall with a grunt, before upending the box into her trash can, a wave of paper cascading down. She finally clicked to another station on her Spotify, and collapsed onto her bed.

Ben ignored the shattered glass and the mess of letters and cinema tickets; he simply knelt beside her, clutching her hand as she sobbed. "That's not true, Rey. You deserve the world, and so much more."

Poe and Finn moved into the room, the latter placing a hand on her shoulder. She continued to cry unabashedly, unafraid to bare her soul to the three people gathered around her in the small bedroom of their little cottage-style home.

These were her people, her family, the ones she knew she could count on even in the darkest of times. They were her friends, her biggest supporters, the pillars that held up her spirit. She knew that they weren't leaving anytime soon.

Yeah, they drove her crazy. Finn, with his incessant hovering and tendency to jump to conclusions. He was the smile that lit up the room, the laugh that made everyone want to join in. He was her partner in crime; they were kindred spirits.

Poe was always ready with dad jokes and the ability to blow stuff up. He was the quick wit, the glue that held them together. He was her first new friend, the first one to accept her in this new place.

And then there was Ben. Sulky, grumpy, moody. Had a short temper, quite a destructive personality. They hadn't met under the best of circumstances, had hated each other, in fact. But over time, his icy exterior had melted a bit, revealing a boy who felt the weight of the world on his shoulders, something the two of them shared. There was something between them, something new, something different, something that she only caught in a tangible form when their eyes met.

Feeling exhausted, Rey sat up, wiping at her eyes and face. Her roommates watched her with concern, like she was a doll that could break at any moment. "Guys, I'm fi—" she stopped herself. She wasn't fine. "I'm okay. I've got you guys. The greatest friends I could ever ask for."

She found herself smiling as Finn called out "Group hug!" and there was a groan from Ben, and she was swept into a tight embrace. Fresh tears sprung to her eyes, this time from pure happiness.

A song finished as they broke apart, and they couldn't help but feel the weight of the last line.

'No one's ever gonna love you more than I do."

A/N: in case you didn't know, that last bit is a lyric from Band of Horses' No one's gonna love you, a great song, check it out. also, unbreak my heart, a bop.

Anyway I hope you enjoyed, this was fun and heartbreaking to write. The boy in the photo was based off a character I read in another star wars fanfic, but he's not really of any importance so I didn't give his name.

Okay, adios!