Title: Repeating History
Characters: Sirius. B & Marlene. M
Summary: Your name indicates that you come from a dark family, but while you're not dark in the sense of killing off muggle-born wizards and witches you're dark in your own twisted way. You're dark when it comes to feeling anything for a girl, One-shot
Notes: So, I haven't uploading any new One-Shots for the Song-fic bootcamps recently so I thought I really should, making my grand total go up to 8 or 9 out of fifty now! Using the song 'You Suck at Love' by 'Simple Plan' as a prompt I wrote this. Reviews as per usual are appriciated, and take care now!
Your love... sucks. You are literally terrible at love aren't you Sirius, darling?
You should be locked up for breaking people apart, breaking their hearts – you keep them along just for the thrill of knowing you can, don't you?
Well, that's the thing, while I'm going to be sat on my bed crying my little eyes out; you're just going to be hooking up with the next girl you see.
Isn't there the thing that you always hook up with people and for a few days they think they've actually tamed you from your womanizer ways – it's like heaven on earth for those short few days, isn't it?
But then you're pretty much only intense with girls for a few days until you throw them away – I mean it's not as if you're doing anything other than repeating history right?
I don't even know why I was with you to start with, it's as if your were always holding a wand at my neck, I was so scared that the next thing I did was going to ruin me, and you would break up with me.
I have to admit, to start with I was convinced that you were the 'One' but obviously your too soulless to ever fall in love, but it's okay you do that to every girl don't you?
You act as I'm an amateur at dating though, before you lash out and rip my heart out. And you also just walk away leaving me on the floor, as good as dead.
It's not even as if your unpredictable, it's just your act is so perfect, you seem as if you want to genuinely change, but then again it could just be you – a weird specimen of a boy who finds pleasure in messing with girl's minds.
How... sick.
It's another girl though, every week – a new bed for you to sleep in when yours gets lonely – and of course even a new pair of lips too. It's this sick game in your head isn't it?
No one can trust you though can they? Your basically a serial-cheater, and every girl you meet is a potential victim.
I understand though... it's not really as if it's personal or anything about me, it's just the kind of business you do to get away from the fact that your family have disowned you.
So many feelings inside you that you lock away – so many girls wishing they were the key.
I know that being with you was a worthless thing to start off with but I wasn't intending on it being so intense.
You may be good at hooking up – and the buzz may be addictive, but you suck at love. And while I'm living a good life with a husband, being loved unintentionally, you're just going to be left with the leftovers that no one ever really wants to settle down with.
Good luck with that by the way – I kind of feel bad for you, after all you're never going to have someone to turn to other than your male friends.
Your name indicates that you come from a dark family, but while you're not dark in the sense of killing off muggle-born wizards and witches you're dark in your own twisted way.
You're dark when it comes to feeling anything for a girl, you're actually incapable of such a feat aren't you?
And that is why – my dear – you are in fact the real loser.
Signed, Marlene McKinnon.
