AN: These are just a couple silly song drabbles because I still can't write the part to join this to the much longer, more dramatic part I have written that is much in the future from the 'now'. I know there isn't much to them, but I've decided to post them anyway, to give some insight to how they felt in the aftermath. Enjoy.

T-Shirt

"Nothin feels right when Im not with you. Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choos. Takin them off 'cause I feel a fool, try'na dress up when I'm missin' you. Imma step out of this lingerie. Curl up in a ball with something Hanes. In bed I lay, with nothing but your T-shirt on."

Gonna be late!

She tossed the last dress she'd tried on onto the growing pile of discarded clothes on her floor. The closet was mostly empty, the pile of clothes worth a small fortune on the floor was sky high.

She was supposed to be going out with her friends. They were likely all already sat at Melody's, having a few drinks and waiting on her. She couldn't decide if she wanted to go at all anyway. Last time she's been out dancing, he'd been there. Now he wasn't and nothing felt right, doing it alone. Even though she'd done everything alone and been alright with that until two weeks 4 months ago had turned her world upside down. She wasn't sure she remembered how to have a good time without him.

She studied herself critically, and wasn't sure if she liked how her dress fit, even though she'd worn it tens of times before to compliments every time. She turned to the side and realized she hadn't been so thin last time, and mused she didn't even remember the last thing she'd eaten. But now she felt foolish wearing what was supposed to be a fitted garment which now hung off her front and rear like a shapeless sack.

She took the dress off and tossed it onto the growing pile of designer clothes on her floor, and pulled off her mile high heels, unable to stop herself musing that if Mia knew she owned Jimmy Choos and didn't bring them with her, she'd find herself tied down being dressed up in every designer item she owned. Her closet was likely Mia's fantasy come true, full of designer items which were evidence of a girlie fetish few people knew she had, and which was one of many expensive habits she worked herself ragged to support.

Her breath caught on a sob as she tore the rest of her clothes off, La Perla undergarments joining the pile on the floor, and pulled on her guilty secret, the tank top she'd stolen out of his room when she'd gathered her things on the last day. The sob won and she curled up in a ball in her bed, pulling the duvet over her head.

She felt her dog jump on the bed, heard him snuffling around the top of the blanket trying to get to her, so she lifted the corner and he crawled under, curling up in front of her and she buried her face into the fur of his ruff, sobbing brokenly.

Trying to get dressed up and go out like nothing was wrong made her feel like such a fraud. Nothing felt right about it, going out alone, knowing he wasn't in the club, knowing he wouldn't be waiting for her when she got back. Knowing she had no desire to pick up any guy she met, no matter how good looking he was. Knowing she would just end up drunk and broken down, instead of alone and broken down. Even trying to go shopping for something new to wear out had ended in disaster when she couldn't even muster energy to leave her apartment. Even though shopping used to be one of the many things she was enthusiastically passionate about. Ever since she changed her life so she could fit in designer clothes, that was.

She ignored her cell as it rang and rang, knowing it would be her girls, wondering where she was when she said she'd show up.

"I miss you," she cried into her dog's fur, and he turned his head to lick her face, almost like he was saying he knew she did, but that he would stay with her no matter what. She held him tighter, and eventually cried herself to sleep.

She awoke from her dream with a start, instinctively feeling for the dog and finding him not there. And even though she'd found him again, memories of what it had been like to go through the aftermath of their first break up had her sat up in shock, panting for breath in the night. What had she been thinking, giving him a chance to do that to her again?