My friend wrote me a story! Well, she wrote a story for Prince. It was kinda a trade off. I wrote Meet Mary Ann, and she wrote this story! Personally I think it's amazing, and I wanted to post it for the world to read. It's a great story, great read, and any reviews or anything like that you post on it I will pass along to her, ya got my word. Anyway, here is "Those Three Little Words" by… well I can't list all her names, and don't wanna say her real name so… "by the owner of Rylet."

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((okay... lol...I finally did it PRINCE!!... sorry its not the songs we origonally thought of but this really hit me today...and I think it worked really well.))

The song is: Shoulda by Hinder
Disclaimer: I do not own Mary...thats my good buddy Prince's Charrie, but I do own Rylet...obviously lol.

Those Three Little Words

"Mary?" Rylet sat up quickly turning his bedside light on, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Mary?" he asked again. There was silence on the other line, though he could hear a muffled noise almost of someone crying or trying not to. Finally after a few moments her voice came on the phone. There was barely a trace of tremor from her held in emotions that he could hear in her voice.

"Rylet…."She said simply, though nothing followed after that.

He frowned, running a hand through his short brown curls, which were a mess from sleeping. "What's wrong?" his voice was low and soothing, yet concerned.

"No-thing"

She was trying to be strong, but he knew she was lying, if it wasn't the fact she was calling him at 3 in the morning, then it was the hitch in her voice that she tried to hide when she said 'nothing.' "I know you better then that…Is it your father… or step-mother number 5?"

Rylet had long since given up on keeping her fathers wives names straight. He just gave them numbers. Her father had the worst choice in women and the person that suffered the most from it was Mary. There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, then there was loud banging and some muffled yelling. "I have to go now," she said hurriedly.

"Mary wait…."But she had already hung up. He tried calling her back but the line just rang and rang. He hated being so far from her, he wanted to go over to her house, find out what was going on, but his father had insisted on going on a vacation…five states away from home.

Before I hung up the phone all I could hear
Was the dial tone ring in my ear
If I could go back in time
I'd say those three words
I shoulda woulda coulda said it back to you
And this can't be saved if you can't be found
You hung up and left me for dead on the ground
You didn't even say goodbye
I shoulda woulda coulda said it back to you
I shoulda woulda coulda said it back to you

"I miss you…" Rylet said as he walked back and forth between the kitchen and the front room. He was home by himself his parents gone, to god knows where. He'd finally gotten a hold of Mary after a few days. She was being quiet. Too quiet for his piece of mind. He wanted to see her badly.

"I miss you too…"she said and then there was along pause. "When are you coming home?"

"Next week…"he said, it was an almost awkward silence. Something they never had, but he knew there was some much in that silence and he was quite positive her 'parents' had a lot to do with it. "Mary…."He started the stopped sighing heavily.

There was yet another long pause. "Yeah?" she finally said when he didn't finish.

"Nevermind..."He said, he wished shed just talk to him, tell him what was bothering her. But Mary was always 'I can deal with it on my own, no need to bother anyone else with it.' He sighed again and shook his head kicking the base of the counter as he walked by.

"Okay..."

"Mary…"He started again he couldn't take it. "Talk to me." He said. "Come on its me, Rylet…your best friend, remember. I know a lot of what's gone on in your life, don't try to do this on your own when I'm right here." He urged her in calm tones.

"I know…"She said, and yet again another long pause. "Rylet…'She finally said when he had opened his mouth to say something when the silence had stretched far too long.

"Yeah Mary?" he asked a slight hopefulness in his voice, when she started it.

"You're my best friend…and I know...you'll always be there for me...You're the only one that I know will always be there…"She stopped again and then after a few moments he heard her take a deep breath. He waited. "Rylet…I… I love you," she finally said.

"I love you too Mary…"he said, "Ill always be there for you…I just wish you'd let me in more'He said.

There was a long pause before she said anything again. "No... Rylet...I love you…I've loved you for a long time, just…never told you…because I was afraid…."She stopped again.

Rylet stood there his movements stilled, stunned. She loved him… Like she Really loved him. He blinked his mind just wasn't processing it, maybe he was hearing things, he could be. He'd dreamt of this moment for half his life, that he'd even had dreams. Maybe this was a dream now. His thoughts were interrupted by the loud dial tone in his ear and then the beeping and the recorded voice on the other line saying the call had been disconnected and to please hang up and to try the call again later.

Rylet frowned and dialed her number quickly. There was nothing, it just rang and rang and rang.

Now that you're gone I'm wasting away
The life has been siphoned right out of my veins
If I could go back in time
I'd say those three words
I shoulda woulda coulda said it back to you
And this can't be saved if you can't be found
You hung up and left me for dead on the ground
You didn't even say goodbye
I shoulda woulda coulda said it back to you
I shoulda woulda coulda said it back to you

He was two days away from going home as he hit redial for the millionth time. He looked terrible, he hadn't been able to eat or sleep since he last spoke to her. He'd been calling non-stop every day, trying to get a hold of her.

"Hello?" The voice was haughty and her words clipped.

Rylet stalled a moment at the unexpected answering of the phone. Though he could tell it wasn't Mary on the other end, even though it was her phone. "Is Mary home?"

"Have you been the one calling all this time?" she sounded angry and he knew already, that it was her stepmother.

"Yes I'm trying to get a hold of her. Please its important…"he said his voice a bit urgent, he didn't have time to play games. He was worried as all hell.

"She's not here, so stop calling' she said and hung up.

Yet again there was a dial tone in his ear before he could even get anything out. He growled with frustration. He wished he could leave on his own, but he couldn't. He had no money and his father wouldn't give him any, if it meant doing something for Rylet.

When you said those three words
I kinda freaked out
When you said them first my jaw hit the ground
I shoulda woulda coulda said it back to you
And this can't be saved if you can't be found
You hung up and left me for dead on the ground
You didn't even say goodbye
And this can't be saved
And this can't be saved
If you can't be found
If you can't be found
I shoulda woulda coulda said it back to you
I shoulda woulda coulda said it back to you

Rylet parked his car in her driveway, it was dark in side, and there were no cars in the driveway. He shouldn't be there, it was nearly 2 in the morning, but he'd just gotten back from his trip and he couldn't wait to the morning to come see her.

He made his way up the drive and around back. Climbing the tree like he'd done many times in the past, he made his way up to where her balcony was. He hopped on and found the small key to the balcony door, hidden under the flowerpot like it always had been. He unlocked it and stepped in quietly, his blue eyes focusing to the darkened room. There was no sign of life. The bed looked like it hadn't been touched in days.

Rylet looked around looking even in her bathroom and the guestroom. He looked all around the house, her parents weren't home anyway, he didn't care. When he was finally satisfied she wasn't there, he headed up to the roof, a place she would go often, they spent many late nights and early mornings up there, watching the sunset and the sun rise, and the stars. They'd even caught a meteor shower once, and even the aurora borealis.

She wasn't there. He growled with frustrated. He rubbed his head trying to think. The garage? He didn't think she'd be there, but he checked anyway. They had a loft up on top where they used to play at when they were younger. He made his way up but she wasn't there. Just things they stored there…lots of things.

He checked the backyard, but there was nothing. Walking glumly to his car, he racked his brain for some where she could have possibly gone. He got in his car sitting down resting his head on his steering wheel. He sat there like that for a few moments before it hit him. Their special place. He pulled out of her driveway his wheels squealing as he bee-lined it for the Brooklyn Bridge.

If I could go back in time
I'd say those three words
I shoulda woulda coulda said it back to you
And this can't be saved if you can't be found
You hung up and left me for dead on the ground
You didn't even say goodbye
I shoulda woulda coulda said it back to you
I shoulda woulda coulda said it back to you

She was sitting there, under the bridge, her feet dangling over the water. She was wearing a dark blue hoodie, though it was warm out that night. He sighed; she hadn't yet heard him. "Hey..." he said quietly his voice breaking the silence of the night. The only other sound around them was the sound of the water.

She closed her eyes, recognizing his voice. She was beyond getting scared when people came up behind. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

He frowned and shook his head, going to her instantly then, his arms going around her. "How can you say that Mary." he said, "You scared the shit outta me…I been trying for the past week to get a hold of you. Yer stepmom finally answered but all she said was you weren't there to stop calling and then she hung up on me "He didn't let go of her, not even when she seemed to cringe a bit away from him. He lifted his head to look at her. He knew in the past that her stepmother would get mad and take it out on her. It was why she always wore the long sleeves even on hot days.

"Mary?" he frowned.

She slipped from his arms ducking her head, letting the hood of her sweater fall over her head to mask her face. "Go away…"she said.

"Mary…"he walked over to her again reaching a hand to touch her cheek making her look up at him. The shadows cast over her features, and he couldn't really see her anyway. He wished it were morning. The only light he had was the moonlight and then something caught Rylets eye. The moonlight bounced off the lone tear that was in her eye as it spilled over and trailed down her cheek silently. He used the pad of his thumb to brush it away. He hated seeing her like this, she rarely ever cried, she never let herself. There'd only been a few times and it broke his heart each time he saw it. She was meant to smile, but all her life she'd walk around. She was just there, but never really enjoying much. Except when she was with him.

"I know you won't talk to me…"He said, "But I just thought you'd like to know. You didn't give me time." he shook his head, that was not what he wanted to say. "Mary…I love you. I've loved you since the sixth grade" he finally got out. "I was scared too. You were my friend, …my best friend, Mary. You never seemed to look at me the way I wanted you to." He looked at her face but he didn't see anything there, and he wondered if she was even listening to him.

"When you told me over the phone..." he sighed, "It took me by surprise. I had always thought about something like that happening, but it was always me that said it first. You see…"He continued. "That's why when you said it first it … I ... I mean...I just... it took me a minute for it to sink in. When I went to tell you I loved you as well you had hung up on me…"he had a pleading look in his eyes, he wanted her to believe him. He was telling the truth.

She just seemed to stand there letting what he said sink in before, finally wrapping her arms around his neck , bringing his head down to her, kissing him. A small grin came to his lips and he put his arms around her waist pulling her closer as he kissed her back. After a few moments she pulled back.

"Promise?" she asked.

He nodded. "Promise"

Before I hung up the phone all I could hear
Was the dial tone ring in my ear
If I could go back in time
I'd say those three words
I shoulda woulda coulda said it back to you
And this can't be saved if you can't be found
You hung up and left me for dead on the ground
You didn't even say goodbye
I shoulda woulda coulda said it back to you
I shoulda woulda coulda said it back to you

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Thanks for reading, please review, and any comments you have I will pass on to her. Thank you again!