FYI Romeo, Rosaline's a whore

FYI Romeo, Rosaline's a whore- Part 5

I wonder what that would have felt like.

As i shuffle through my music i come across a beautiful song by 'Stars'

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You look so good in the clothes of a poser

i grin and stare up at my ceiling and i think of Max.

And when you smiled all the kids fell apart here

There is the thought of Elliot, but i remember that smile Max gave me tonight on the couch.

I know a place where it's warm and it's dry, dear

Let me take you there

North of the river all the streets are the same

We can pretend that they don't know our name

And the heat is turned all the way to full

So don't pretend that you don't feel the pull

I am trying to say

What I want to say

Without having to say

I love you

You look so good in the shoes of an outcast

I kissed your throat every time they said it wouldn't last

But then I knew you, I knew you, I knew you

I really knew you

We fell apart in the parties of the empty heart

We danced the junkies in the shadows of bad modern art

We clicked our heels and we wished we were home

One more tab and your silk hits the chrome

I am trying to say

What I want to say

Without having to say

I love you

Spring comes in when I'm rolling up another one

I draw the curtains in the glare of the same old sun

***We are collapsed in the act of just being here***

Three blues, two greens, and a beer

I am trying to say

What I want to say

Without having to say

(But it's impossible to say

Without having to say)

I love you

Max Calloway I can't ever be with you, it's just not right.

Max's POV:

'Maxxie baby,' Andrea giggles girlishly and leans back in her seat, 'thanks so much for driving me home, you're the BESHT!' her brown hair whips my cheek as she plants a sloppy kiss on my cheek.

'No problem,' i feel myself lie, 'so...i didn't see much of you tonight,' i dig in a little.

Andrea tries to ignore me and leans up against the window and I feel invisible.

'Drea?' i murmur, 'where were you?'

My music drifts through my speakers.

I am trying to say

What I want to say

Without having to say

I love you

Spring comes in when I'm rolling up another one

I draw the curtains in the glare of the same old sun

We are collapsed in the act of just being here

Three blues, two greens, and a beer

I am trying to say

What I want to say

Without having to say

(But it's impossible to say

Without having to say)

I love you

'Andrea,' i repeat myself, 'who were you with?!'

She said no one.

I could tell that she lied.

When there is silence she erupts, 'You don't believe me do you?!'

'Not particularly,' i reply haughtily.

'THATS JUST IT, ISN'T IT?!' She shouts.

'How can you expect me to believe you when i saw you leave the room with him!'

'WHAT?' she cries, and scowls at the stereo, 'turn this shit off!'

She presses the power button just as the words 'I love you' played.

She's not perfect, i remind myself, but then again no one is.

I think of Anneliese, and numb the sound of Andrea's drunk ranting.

No, Andrea isn't perfect....

Anneliese probably isn't either, but i don't see that.

Anneliese is perfect.

She's beautiful.

Funny.

Courageous.

Witty.

Dainty in her own way.

Sexy.

She's everything.....

but mine.

I drive drunk Andrea home and Anneliese didn't leave my mind... not for one fucking second.

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