So I’m wife material
I wonder if you say the same thing
to your 18-year-old girlfriend.
So I’m wife material
So I’m wife material
I wonder if you say the same thing
to your 18-year-old girlfriend.
I’m laying here awake
Skin soft and supple
Fingers on your chest
Cheek against your shoulder
And you’re checking your phone
For things that will never be
While I’m here next to you
Ready to be plucked from the stem
You’re too far gone
No matter how many nights you hold me
Beg me not to go
Smooth my hair over my shoulders
Kiss my forehead
Placate my whimpering trembling body
You’re never you
You’re just a shell
Hunched over your phone
Next to the
Sweetest fruit you’d ever eat
Escaping to the things that bitterness is made of
Just to pretend to feel whole again
Like you never will
I’m standing here
bathed in the light from the hallway
still waiting for you to come back
to say thank you
to love me again like you used to
but deep down I know you’re never coming back
because you’re angry and I’m angry too
because I hate you and you hate me too
because there’s nothing we could’ve done
but just waited for each other
and you’ve moved on
but I’m still stuck here
like a ghost
and you’re out there searching for other things
and still missing the point
of someone so devoted they would stand here
door open, hands at their sides
waiting for a miracle
but maybe miracles don’t exist
outside of fairy tales.
Enveloped in your arms
cheek pressed to the soft flesh of your chest
listening to your words come softly
the words that tell me
“this isn’t love”
then what is it?
What are these caresses
And I’m used up
bitter and cut off from the world
because I love you more than anything
because I dared to love someone like you
more than life itself
and my reward
is forever remembering you
Everywhere you are I go
I sit just to be close to you
as close as I’m allowed
you don’t even know I’m here
I’m hidden behind walls
and you’re hidden behind lessons
but I’m here
because I fucking love you
more than I love myself
She awoke with a fragile heart, lashes fluttering in the darkness, bleary and still sleep-eyed. Her chest felt hollow, broken, and fragile in so many ways. Her tongue dry, throat raw, eyes burning with the sting of so many tears. She slid out of the bed, placing her feet on the hardwood floor, swaying some before catching her balance.
Her body felt heavy, as if she were covered with a lead apron as she walked to her bedroom door. Everything around her seemed to move slowly and almost backward. If only time really could move backwards.
Her heart throbbed in her chest, broken. A constant reminder of the night’s events. A reminder that she would rather be dead then opening her bedroom door and heading to the bathroom to begin her normal morning routine. Nothing felt normal anymore. It all felt as if it were upside down, as if she were walking on the ceiling, weighted to it by agony and despair.
She opened the shower curtain, turning the water on and trying to ignore the burning, aching feeling in her chest. She had so much to do today, so many things that she didn’t even want to start. Work, school, volunteer work, meetings, friends…friends. Her heart ached in her chest and tears sprung in her eyes. She clutched at the fabric of her shirt and whimpered.
Friends. The word played in her head as a harsh whisper, over and over again. Her heart pounded and bile rose up in her throat, constricting, choking.
Five months had passed. Five whole months and she still held onto the idea, the fantasy, the lies he fed her. Since June she had thought they were still in love. Truly, madly, deeply because that was how he lead her. But by September she knew that love wasn’t real. Five years of love still inhabited her heart, pouring out in beautiful words and promises that he ignored.
Yet, he still lied to her until September. He still used her, manipulated her into being so broken she went to someone unlikely for comfort, companionship, friendship. And she found it in one night of desperation. A 41 minute phone call full of tears and hiccups and apologies.
But she still loved him, without conditions and freely. His lies, manipulations, and broken promises didn’t change what was in her heart as much as she needed it to. How could she possibly love someone who lied, cheated and left her broken in so many different ways. Apparently, just to make her happy and keep her begging, loneliness and childishness at bay. Hidden behind his comfort and humanity.
“I was just doing you a favor,” he whispers, so harsh he’s almost spitting it, “I don’t love you.”
And she falls again, cutting deep and broken standing beneath the hot water of she shower. She tries to shake the feeling, rising in her stomach, her chest, from her lips, but it escapes in five damned words.
“I will always love you.”
He growls, lips next to her ear, words cutting so deeply she clutches at her chest. “I don’t love you”.
Summary:Edward leaves Bella in search of something a little more real. BellaxEdward, Edwardx?, Hints at JacobxRenesmee
Notes:The answer to your question is no, darling. I am not a Twilight fan.
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He loved her with all that he was and she loved him, but if love had taught them anything…it isn’t always enough. They stood in the woods, their woods face to face. Her eyes were brimming with bloody tears, his own eyes dry as he gazed down at her.
“I changed everything for you,” she sobbed, “I gave up who I was…for you” He knew this was true, she had married him, she had changed into a vampire for him, and she had almost lost her life to give him his daughter. Bella had done so much for him it was almost disgusting.
“I know,” he told her, “I’m sorry.” It was all he had to offer, a simple apology. He couldn’t put up with her anymore. Not her whining, her paranoia, her constant presence was sending him over the edge.
“I thought you loved me,” she hissed, bloody tears pouring down her face as she sobbed wildly, hands clutching at the fabric of her shirt. He watched as it ripped like paper in her hands.
“I do,” he whispered, “Bella, I do love you.” It was the truth, he loved her with all of his heart, all of his soul…but he wasn’t sure if they would last. They were too different, she was too clingy, too whiny, too jealous. He was too logical, too distant.
“Then why are you doing this?” She screamed, grabbing at her shirt again. He watched as the rest of the fabric tore, falling to her feet in tiny shreds. He sighed, eyes falling on her perfect body. She had supple breasts with a flat stomach and a graceful neck. Her arms and legs were both thin yet muscular. In essence, Bella was beautiful, heck even her name suggested beauty. But Edward had had enough of all this perfection. He wanted something real, something alive, breathing. He needed something human.
“Sometimes love isn’t enough,” he responded, sparing her the details of exactly why he didn’t want to be with her anymore. She was simply, too perfect for him.
“What about our daughter?” She asked desperately, “Don’t you care about her?”
“Of course I care about Renesmee,” he told her, inwardly wincing at how stupid the name Bella had chosen for their daughter really was. He wished she had just named her Carlie at least that was easy to spell.
“Why are you doing this?” She asked again and Edward sighed, choosing not to answer this time. He turned away from her and sprinted away. Bella stared after him, a gust of wind blowing her hair into her face. Her mouth hung open in surprise, stone cold hands trembling on either side of her. She could feel the familiar ache in her chest, a hole where her already non-existent heart used to be.
Edward had left her again.
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I SWEAR I’M GOING TO UPDATE SOMETHING. But I had to write this because I was talking to Cayce (MyJonasSensesAreTingling3) while my brain was melting through my ears while I was watching Knowing. THAT MOVIE IS SO FREAKING SCARY. And good. but SCARY.
So enjoy this. I don’t own Sonny With a Chance, but I wish I wrote for that show. It’d be SICK.
As We Know It
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It was the end of the world as she knew it. But that was what she thought every time she saw Chad Dylan Cooper making his way over to where she sat. His eyes locked with hers and she immediately stared down at her tray of very unappetizing food. She couldn’t decide which she hated looking at more. Chad’s crooked smirk or the mystery meat the lunch lady had slung onto her plate. She decided the mystery meat would be the best thing to stare at. It didn’t make her heart feel like it was going to explode or make goosebumps appear on her skin.
“Hey, Sonny,” Chad said, the smirk still on his face as he pulled a chair from her table, turning the seat towards him and straddling it. Sonny swallowed and looked up at him. It was banter time, but she couldn’t think of anything to say.
“Chad,” she remarked, eyes narrowing. He tossed his hair and smirked again. She stared at the creases the smirk left on his face. When he got older those would be laugh lines. Sonny found that charming. She held back a dreamy sigh, keeping her eyes narrowed in his direction as she pulled out her cell phone, pretending to be preoccupied with the device when really she just needed some time to think of something clever. “What do you want, Chad?” She asked after a long moment.
“I was thinking,” Chad said, pausing to look at her before opening his mouth to continue-
“Chad Dylan Cooper thinks,” She said, her face displaying amusement, “and all this time I thought you-“
“Anyways,” Chad interrupted, Sonny smirked at him, “I watched this movie last night-“
“Chad, I don’t want to hear another story about how you starred in all those stupid movies when-“
“Would you just let me finish?” Chad barked, clearly annoyed with Sonny’s interruptions. Sonny tilted her head to the side on confusion.
“You’re really trying to be serious here, aren’t you, Chad?” She asked, a little shocked. Chad nodded, but otherwise ignored her question.
“I was watching this movie called Knowing…” he said, trailing off, Sonny watched him intently, eyes locking with his, “and I got to thinking about the end of the world.”
“Oh,” Sonny responded, waiting for him to continue. This conversation sounded really heavy. She wondered why he was having it with her.
“If you only had three hours to live,” Chad said, staring her directly in her eyes, “What would you do?” Sonny stared at him, suppressing the urge to let her jaw drop. She searched his eyes for any hint of a joke, but there was none.
“You serious?” She asked, wanting to be absolutely positive. He nodded. Sonny shook her head, “Tell me what you would do first.” He leaned back, dropping his hands to his side and he let loose an exasperated sigh.
“I asked first,” He said, crossing his arms.
“I asked second.”
“Why wont you just tell me?” He asked, leaning forward and resting his arms on the top of the chair, “are you afraid?” Sonny narrowed her eyes at him.
“I’m not afraid,” she said, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair.
“Really Sonny?” He asked, “Really?” She felt her heartbeat quicken. She loved it when he said that, she didn’t understand why.
“Really, Chad,” She responded.
“Then tell me,” he said, scooting his chair closer to hers. Probably for dramatic effect or to intimidate her, but all it was doing was making feelings she never knew she had-well, she knew she had them, but admitting those feelings to herself was a whole other story-rise up inside of her along with the familiar sensation of butterflies. She almost lost it when his bare arm brushed against hers. Why wasn’t he wearing a jacket today? Or at least a long sleeved shirt.
“You look different,” she said, trying to both change the subject and take her mind off of his close proximity. Chad would have none of it.
“Answer my question, Sonny,” he said.
“Why is it so important?” She asked.
“It just is,” he told her.
“Maybe I don’t have an answer,” she said, “maybe I don’t know.” Truth was she did know, but she didn’t want to admit it. Not to herself, not to Tawny-who seemed to believe it anyway-, not to her best friend, Lucy, and definitely not to Chad Dylan Cooper.
“Oh, you have an answer,” He responded smugly. Stupid smug.
“How do you know?” She asked, sticking her tongue out at him.
“Because I know you, Sonny,” He said. There he was locking his eyes with hers and giving her some intense stare. The whole room seemed to shift around them. It was like the air was being sucked out and everyone around them disappeared. Like they were the only two people in there.
“Is it just me or is there no oxygen in here?” Sonny asked, laughing nervously. Stupid brain. Chad tilted his head to the side and broke his gaze from hers.
“What?” He asked. The room rushed back and Sonny felt like she was going to be sick. This was the reason she didn’t ride roller coasters.
“What?” She asked, laughing nervously again and staring down at her cell phone, “I didn’t say anything.”
“You still haven’t answered my question.” They were back on that again? Sonny picked up her phone and checked the time. According to her phone, it was time to get the heck out of there before she made some sort of…confession.
“Would’ya look at the time?” She asked, standing up and grabbing her bag, “Time for me to go.” Chad stood up too.
“You don’t have anywhere else to be, Sonny,” he said just as she had started to walk away from him. She stopped, tensing at his voice. He was right. She wasn’t shooting today and rehearsal didn’t start for another few hours.
“And how would you know that, Chad,” She asked, turning around to face him once she had regained her composure. He held up his cell phone.
“Twitter,” he said, smirking at the phone. Sonny cursed under her breath and growled. Stupid addicting social network.
“Whatever,” Sonny said, “I’d tell all my friends and family I loved them. Happy?” Chad stared at her long and hard. There went the people around them again. She wished he’d stop doing that.
“Is that all?” He asked, obviously pushing for something more. What did he want her to say? What was he trying to get her to admit.
“That’s all,” she said, walking back towards him and poking a finger into his chest, trying to be brave even though on the inside she was fighting butterflies and goosebumps. “Now tell me what you would do.” He smirked down at her and for the first time she noticed just how close she had gotten. There went her breath.
“That’s easy,” he said, leaning down closer to her, his eyes dancing with amusement. She hoped she didn’t look too terrified. He reached up and grabbed her hand, placing it flat against his chest, right over his heart and he smiled at her. Not that smirking smile she was used to, but a true knee-weakening smile that only Chad Dylan Cooper could give. She shivered when he ran his fingers along her arm.
“Wh-what’s easy?” She asked, concentrating on breathing so she wouldn’t pass out. When did this moment get so intense?
“My answer,” he said, slinking one arm around her waist while cupping her face in the other. Sonny struggled to keep herself upright.
“What’s that?” She asked him, her voice coming out in a whisper as she stared at his lips. She wondered how many girl’s he’d done this kind of thing to before her. She tried not to think about it. Right now was her moment and she wa-wait…when did she even decide she wanted this? He moved closer to her, his lips almost touching hers. She could feel his breath and she swallowed hard.
“I’d…” he trailed off, a smirk playing on his lips, “tell you…” He trailed off again and she parted her lips.
“Uh huh?” She asked, her mind slowly shutting down with him standing so close to her.
“That you have,” he continued, staring down at her lips, “spinach in your teeth.” The moment came to a screeching halt and Sonny pulled away from him.
“What?” She asked, intelligence rushing back. Everyone in the lunch room looked both shocked and amused.
“Gotcha,” Chad said, winking at her and walking over to where his McKenzie Falls co-stars were sniggering. Sonny stood there for a few minutes, dumbfounded and completely embarrassed. And to think, she almost admitted that if she only had three hours to live, she would finally tell him how she really felt; his acting sucked.
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This seems really strange. This is like my first SWAC fanfiction, sorry that it totally fails. Haa. And the ending kinda sucks! D: Waaah. I’m sorry I didn’t do better!
Special thanks to Sunset Clouds for the idea. You rock, chick-a-dee.
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“Stel-la,” Joe whined, shutting the closet door behind him, “Why do I have to help you repair the Stellavator?” Stella looked up from the enormous mound of clothing and crossed her arms.
“Because Joe-seph,” she said, emphasizing the syllables as he had in her name, “It was your friend who broke it.” Joe stomped the floor and flailed his arms around in a fake tantrum. Stella watched him with amusement on her face.
“It’s not like Carl meant to make the Stellevator malfunction,” Joe said once he had noticed that Stella wasn’t going to fall for the tantrum.
“Whatever, Joe,” She said, “you’re still helping me fix it.” Joe sighed, hanging his head in defeat.
“Fiiiiine,” he said.
“That’s better,” she remarked, “Now, I’ve almost finished fixing the wires that your friend crossed, I just need you to hold this, and don’t touch anything.” Joe yawned and nodded, taking what she handed to him, and standing there looking bored. Stella slaved away on her project, reconnecting things and taking them apart. Joe stared at the wall, bored out of his mind.
“Joe,” Stella said, calling his attention down to her, “can you move your hands please?” She asked, scooting so that her body was pressed against his leg. Joe nodded and did what she told him, straightening up and cracking his back.
“Wait, Stell,” Joe said, leaning down, “You missed this.” Stella’s eyes looked at where he was reaching to help her.
“Wait! N-” Stella started, but it was too late. She could’ve screamed when the Stellvator (patent pending) went haywire, again. “Joe!” She shouted, shoving him away from her machine. Joe smiled at her sheepishly.
“Whoops?” He said. Stella stood up quickly, seething. Joe backed up.
“Let’s just get out of here!” She yelled over the deafening sound of the machine as it flung clothes all around the closet. Joe ran for the door, and twisted the handle, ready to yank it op-
“Uh, Stells…” Joe said, swallowing hard as the doorknob to his closet came off in his hand.
“What?” She snapped, a pair of Kevin’s pants landing on her head.
“Double whoops,” He held up the handle to the door.
“I hate you so much right now, Joe Lucas,” she said, softly clenching her fists as she made her way back to the machine, fighting against the clothes to shut the alarm on the machine off. Then she worked on making it stop flinging clothing. That was harder to stop then the alarm was. When she managed to pull it off, she whirled around to glare at Joe.
“Now how are we going to get out of here?” She asked, her tone panicked.
“Relax, Stells,” Joe said, tossing the doorknob he had previously detached from the closet door onto the floor, “We can just go through the place where the clothes come out.”
“Gee, Joe,” Stella said, her voice shrill, “climbing through the shaft where the clothes come out would be a great idea if there wasn’t a mountain of clothes blocking it!” Joe was quiet for a minute.
“You don’t have to be so mean,” he muttered. Stella stood up and straightened.
“You’re right, Joe,” she said, “I don’t have to be so mean. I mean all you did was get us stuck in a closet with no way out!” Joe swallowed, thankful that she didn’t have anything to hit him with. Well, okay, she did, but she only had her hands and nothing really hard.
“I’m sorry!” He shouted, “is that what you want me to say? I didn’t know helping you would cause all this crap to happen!”
“I told you not to touch anything, but what do you do?” Stella shouted, crossing her arms and tapping her foot, waiting for Joe to respond.
“I touch something,” he mumbled, hanging his head again.
“I’m sorry, Joe?” Stella asked, “I didn’t quite hear that.”
“I touched something!” He shouted back at her, flinging his arms in the air. “Next time I’ll be sure to listen to-“
“Oh, no, no, no,” Stella said, wagging a finger at him, “there isn’t going to be a next time, Lucas,” she hissed, “When we get out of this closet I am never speaking to you again.”
“Well fine then,” Joe said, “If that’s what you want.” He crossed his arms and turned away from her.
“That is so what I want,” She said, crossing her arms and turning away from him as well.
“That wasn’t necessary,” Joe remarked, clicking his tongue, back still turned to her.
:”What wasn’t necessary?” She asked with an attitude.
“You copying me, crossing your arms all sassy-like and turning away.”
“For your information, Joe,” she spat, “one, I was thinking of doing that way before you even did it and two, sassy-like, what kind of a word is that?”
“For your information, Stella,” Joe growled, “one, no you weren’t and two, it’s not a word, it’s two words.”
“Whatever, Joe,” Stella said.
“What-ever, Stella,” Joe responded.
“You are so immature,” She said, turning to glare at him over her shoulder.
“At least I’m not a copy-catter!” Joe said, turning to face her completely. Stella’s nostrils flared, turning completely around as well.
“I am not!”
“See!” Joe shouted, “there you go again! Copying me!” Stella screamed in frustration.
“I don’t even know why I bother with you, Lucas.” Joe crossed his arms and turned away from her again. Stella huffed and walked across the closet, sitting by the boxes in the corner.
They remained like that for what felt like hours before Stella got bored and started to look through some of the boxes. She was excited to see that it was old toys and things from the boy’s childhood.
“Isn’t this precious,” she whispered, holding up Joe’s old teddy bear. Curious, Joe glanced over his shoulder and caught what she was looking at.
“Hey,” he said, crossing the room towards her, “Is that Beary-Bear Bearington?” Stella giggled and nodded. She was never going to get over the fact that Joe Lucas had a bear named Beary-Bear Bearington. He wasn’t a very creative child.
Stella continued to go through the boxes, smiling when she found old baseball gloves and hats, holding everything up briefly before she passed it to Joe. Everything seemed fine until Stella pulled an old doll out of the box.
“Princess Penelope?” She asked, turning to look at Joe, “I thought I lost this…” Joe swallowed, bracing himself for more yelling. “Wait a second…” she trailed off, slapping Joe across the chest, “did you steal my princess doll, Joe?”
“Stella, let me explai-” he tried to say, calmly, but she was already on her feet, yelling at him again.
“Stella,” he tried again, but she ignored him, continuing her verbal onslaught. She looked really peeved this time.
“As if ruining the Stellevator and putting pudding in my peach pit purse wasn’t enough,” she shouted, “you had to steal Princess Penelope too?”
“I can explai-” he tried again.
“I can’t believe you, Joseph Lucas,” she continued to rant, waving her doll around frantically. Joe got to his feet, trying to gain her attention.
“Stella!” He shouted and she stopped for a second, looking at him before she continued to verbally bash him. Joe sighed. He wanted to grab her by her shoulders and shake her so she would stop yelling, but he didn’t think that would help his situation too much. He didn’t know how much longer he’d be stuck in this closet with her anyways.
“Why’d you do it, Joe?” She asked, staring at him for another brief second before continuing on to voice her assumptions, not even giving him enough time to explain. Joe almost screamed in frustration, grabbing Stella by her shoulders and forcing her to look at him. She narrowed her eyes, continuing to babble on. Joe narrowed his eyes back. He thought grabbing her would work. Maybe he’d have to try a different approach…
“Stella,” he said again, trying calling her by her name one last time. She ignored him again, forcing him to try something a little more…drastic. He pulled her into him and mashed his lips to hers with such force, she instantly shut up. In fact she stopped moving altogether.
Ah, Joe thought, keeping his lips pressed against hers, even though she wasn’t kissing him back, silence. The silence didn’t last long, however. A second later, Stella screamed and tried to shove him away. Being the gentleman he is, Joe pulled back and stared at her with wide eyes, still holding onto her shoulders.
“Stella, look, I was just try-” SLAP! He released her and stared at her with his mouth agape. “Well,” he said, touching his cheek, “I guess I deserved that.” Stella stood in front of him breathing hard. She stared at Joe for a long time, watching as he rubbed his cheek, still wincing in pain.
“Sorry, Stella,” Joe breathed a few seconds later, “I just…I was trying to explain, but you never gave me an ope-” Stella cut him off by returning the favor and mashing her lips against his and grabbing a fistful of his beautiful straight hair. Joe’s heart pounded as he kissed her back, shoving her into the wall. She took a sharp breath in through her nose when her back made contact with the brick, but refused to pull away from him.
My god, Stella thought, feeling Joe’s arms wind around her waist to pull her body closer to his, this isso satisfying. Her heart was pounding, her lips moving against Joe’s wildly. Joe moved his hands up her back slowly, tracing his fingers over every curve as his hands made their way up to caress her neck gently.
“Whoa,” Joe said when he pulled back, gasping for air. Stella laughed.
“Whoa indeed,” she remarked, gasping for air as well.
“Do you still hate me?” He asked in a whisper a second later. Stella smirked.
“I don’t know,” she said, ruffling his hair, “depends on what your reason was for stealing Princess Penelope were.” Joe smirked, leaning forward so he could whisper his answer against her neck.
“I had a crush on you.” Stella felt her breath hitch.
“What about now?” She whispered back.
“Now?” He asked, pulling back to look her directly in the eyes, “now, I’m in love with you.”
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I kind of wanted Nick and Kevin to find them in the closet because of all the noise they were making, but I like how it turned out and this seems like a really good place to end it. Read and review!