The contest: Write a story based upon lyrics of a song.

Disclaimer: This does have some lesbian content. It's nothing hardcore though. Also, I've never posted a fan word before, so I have no clue what I'm doing. :] The format is all screwed up too, and I don't feel like fixing it. ><

It all started when I left for college. I decided to get my shit together and do something with my life. Or so that’s what my parent’s told me to do. They couldn’t wait till all us kids got out of the house. They wanted us to become something. All my brother Jeff would do after he graduated from high school was sit around the house scratching his balls and being lazier than a sloth. My parents finally told him he needed to go to college. And so he did. To be a doctor. He never seemed cut out to be a doctor, but so far he’s at least maintaining a C average in school. My parents wanted me to become a lawyer. I wanted to be an artist, but they’d always drone on about how I’d make nothing of myself. You see, I come from a wealthy family. The family that turns their noses up at you and thinks their shit doesn’t stink. I always hated that about my family, so I guess I was more than ready to leave.
I’m going to be attending the Sebastien Lefebvre Academy. It’s about twelve hours away from here. One of my cousin’s went there and became a pretty well known lawyer. Supposedly it costs a few thousand dollars to go there. So thanks to mommy and daddy for feeding me the silver spoon.
I was standing outside our mansion waiting for our driver David to pick me up. He’s a pretty nice guy. He retired from a punk band. He still has a bit of punk flare. He pulled up and I got in the front. He always had interesting stories about traveling, and playing concerts in different states. He was the only person I could talk to who wasn’t stuffy, and now a good chunk of my life was going to be spent around a bunch of stuck up snobs. We passed a few mansions on the way. David told me a story about how once when he was at some place to play a concert, his friend Chuck got a bottle thrown at his head. I’m glad I never once thought about being a rock star. I love music and all, but I’m not musically inclined, nor do I have enough guts to be in front of a huge crowd. We made it there in record speed. David was going a few miles over the speed limit. He would always drive a bit over. A sign that said, “Sebastien Lefebvre Academy” on it was nested by a few branches. David turned onto the road, and lo and behold it was a dirt road. You’d think it being an Academy and all they’d at least have the money to pave the road. We were bouncing around like popcorn in a popcorn machine for maybe five minutes when we pulled up to several different giant buildings.
There were about five different giant dorms. My dorm was the all girl’s dorm. My parent’s didn’t trust me enough to be in a coed dorm room. They thought I’d get knocked up and ruin my college career. Newsflash parent’s, I’m nineteen and still a virgin. Pathetic, right? I know. While all the other girls were interested in partying and having one night stands with guys, I was reading and painting. Getting lost in my own world. I was always like that. My name even dictates that, Angel. How much more innocent can you get?
David helped me carry in my stuff. I was sharing my room with some other girl. There was a note on the door saying,

Welcome Angel! I’m sorry I’m not here right now, I’m with my boyfriend Pierre. Sorry about my mess. I‘ll be back later. Feel free to get settled in!

xoxo,
Taylor

There were a pair of pink lips on the paper. Almost as if to seal the deal. I turned the knob and walked in. The room wasn’t giant, but it was cozy. Taylor’s side of the room was askew. There were panties on the floor and shoes every which way, clothes draped over the lamp. Compared to my brother Jeff though, it was nothing. My bed was bare and I had a trunk and a lamp. David helped me get settled in and then we hugged goodbye. He was only gone for maybe a minute and I already missed him. I felt so alone. Instead of exploring the campus like I probably should have, I listened to my iPod and read.
I was so consumed by my book, I didn’t notice a girl standing by my bed trying to get my attention. She was a tiny girl. No taller than 5’1”. She had jet black hair to her shoulders with purple highlights. Her eyes were an entrancing green. I found myself lost in them. I was still staring at her when she pulled out one of my ear phones.
“Hi! My name’s Taylor! It’s so nice to finally meet you. It’s been so lonely here. I’m sorry about the mess.”
Even her voice was entrancing. I was dumbfounded, but finally sputtered out, “H-h-hi, nice to meet you.”
She smiled a gorgeous smile. She sat on her bed crossed legged, and looked at me. I could feel her inspecting me. I wasn’t as beautiful as her, but I wasn’t ugly either. I could feel my cheeks burning. She asked me if I wanted to take a tour around campus, and I agreed. Her confidence was illuminating. I usually walked with my head down, but with her I kept it up. She said “hi” to people along the way. Occasionally stopping and introducing me to people. We walked to the coed dorm, and she knocked on one of the doors. This guy answered the door. Even more gorgeous than Taylor. Taylor introduced him as Pierre. So this was her boyfriend. He was quite sexy, I must admit.
We hung out in his room for a little while. I couldn’t help but stare at them. They were beautiful. They made a beautiful couple. So beautiful it didn’t seem possible. A couple of rowdy guys barged in without knocking. They were cheering about something or other. That led to our departure. Taylor bid farewell to Pierre with a long kiss. I envied them a little. I didn’t know if it was because I wanted someone to be able to do that with, or because I seemed to be infatuated with the both of them.
Pierre and Taylor spent a lot of time together. Taylor would invite me along, but I didn’t feel like I should go with them. I’d be the third wheel. I usually stayed in the room studying and reading. I’d try to stay awake so that I could talk to Taylor. She’d tell me about what Pierre and her did on their late night’s out. One night I couldn’t sleep. I was tossing and turning. I heard Taylor come in. It sounded like she had been crying. I didn’t know whether or not to ask her what was wrong. I didn’t end up having to ask. She climbed into bed with me sobbing. Without saying anything I embraced her. I felt so bad because I loved the fact that she was in my bed. I wanted her to stay in my bed forever. With me. Just her and me. After a while her sobbing turned to sniffling and she fell asleep.
I was woken up by birds chirping. I expected to find Taylor next to me still, but she had already gone. There was a note on the pillow. She wanted me to meet her in the cafeteria. I threw on some clothes and brushed my hair. I walked to the cafeteria and there was Taylor. Sitting in the middle. I only saw her. She smiled and waved me over. I sat across from her.
“I’m sorry about last night Angel. Pierre broke up with me. I guess he found another person. Her name is Brittany. That wasn’t just the end of the story. He’s apparently into threesomes. Because he’s dating Brittany and her boyfriend Tyler.”
My eyes must have bugged out because she said, “It’s fine. I’m over it already.” She smiled a small smile and I wanted to kiss her so bad. After we ate breakfast we both went our own ways. I went to my classes, Taylor went to the library. The whole time in class as the professor blabbed his head off, all I could think about was Taylor. Taylor, Taylor, Taylor, Taylor. I was writing notes and somehow her name ended up getting in them. Then it came to me. I was addicted to this girl. She was like my drug. All I wanted to do was be around her and listen to her and get lost in her eyes. I think I loved her.
After my classes I rushed back to the dorm. I flew in the door. There she was laying on her belly on her bed with her laptop. It was the cutest thing ever. Especially because she had her glasses on. She looked up from what she was doing with a shit eating grin. I knew she was up to no good. She patted the bed for me to sit down.
“Hey, I was able to score some booze. We’re going to have fun tonight.”
I never had an alcoholic beverage in my life, and now I was going to get plastered with this gorgeous girl. She made this drink called a Scooby Snack. It consisted of milk and melon flavored Schnapps. It tasted a bit strange at first, but maybe after the second one I started to like the taste. We also did shots. We were playing a drinking game. For every drink came a question. By the end of the game we were pretty hammered. Taylor turned on the radio and made me dance with her. She was pressing her body against mine. Making me rub my hands down the back of her. Before I knew what I was doing, I kissed her. Her soft, luscious lips against mine. I got a warm sensation throughout my body. She pushed me away gently and looked at me.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry.” I stammered.
She was still looking at me, and a smile spread across her face. A giggle escaped from her mouth, and then I started laughing too. I had no clue why were laughing, but I didn’t care. She put her hands on my cheeks and pulled my face into her. Pressing her forehead against mine she said, “You’re a dork.” and then she kissed me. With each kiss I got butterflies in my stomach. I would have screamed with joy if her mouth wasn’t attached to mine. With each kiss I wanted more of her. We made out for a while, and they soon it turned into cuddling on her bed. I felt a little bad because we were both drunk when all that happened, but at the same time if I weren’t drunk I would have never kissed her. Drunk or not that had to have been the best night of my life.
The next couple of weeks Taylor and I got closer and closer. I honestly wouldn’t have it any other way. We weren’t technically a couple, and I wanted to take it to the next level, but I didn’t have the guts. Until one day I thought up a plan during class. I always seemed to do that. I’d be doing everything, but paying attention.
Here was my plan:
I would put rose petals on Taylor’s bed, and leave a note telling her to meet me in the courtyard. From there I would appear (I wasn’t quite sure what I’d be wearing yet) and I’d walk over to her. Greeting her with a kiss on the cheek and then offering her my arm. I would then lead her to a table lit dinner in the courtyard. I would poor champagne for us, and then we’d proceed to talk. Then I would ask her if she’d be my girlfriend. I would tell her that I never thought I’d ever fall in love with a girl, but that I was very much in love with her.
That was my plan. Clever, right? I thought so. I came up with it in like an hour. Yeah, I take a while to think. I sorta jogged back the dorm, crashing into people on the way. What can I say? I was excited. I was about to ask the one girl that meant the world to me, to be mine. I walked into our room, and I saw Taylor. She had a packed suitcase on her bed. She turned and looked at me. I was confused. What was going on?
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m going somewhere.” she replied.
“Well, let me pack my things, and I’ll go with you.” I went to get my suitcase, and she stopped me.
“Angel.. I need to leave. I can’t be here anymore. I can’t be around you.”
“B-but, why?”
“What’s going on with us can’t happen. It shouldn’t happen. I’m going to go back home. I told my parent’s I needed a break from school. So they’re letting me go home.”
Tears started to swell. Why couldn’t this happen between us? What was so wrong about it. I loved her, and she loved me. Or at least I thought. I balled my fists.
“FINE! Go then! You’re right this shit shouldn’t be happening between us!” I yelled.
She reached her arm out to touch me, but I pushed it away. She looked at me with red swollen eyes and left. She must have ran because when I opened the door I said, “I didn’t mean that!” Expecting her to still be there. I went back in the room and sat on my bed staring at her once messy side of the room. Now it was bare. There was nothing left from her. I started to cry even harder. I didn’t know what to do with myself.
I stayed cooped up in my room for a week. I only left to use the bathroom and eat. And when I wasn’t in my room I kept to myself. People would look at me, and it was probably because my hair was a mess, along with my face. I couldn’t stop crying. The only time I stopped crying was in my sleep. But even then I didn’t really stop crying. My dreams involved me crying. I was miserable. All I could do was think about Taylor. Like before, only this time my thinking was different. I missed her. I couldn’t help but wonder if she thought about me too.
I couldn’t function without her there. I finally decided to go home. I didn’t bother call my parents. I know I’d get shit from them, and I wanted to wait till I got home for them to bitch at me. So I called a taxi. Luckily I had enough money to pay for the cab. My driver was a pretty snarly guy. He had major road rage too, and somehow I found it funny. I laughed under my breath a few times, and it felt nice to laugh rather than cry for once. But then I’d go back to thinking about Taylor and it’d start all over again.
The cab pulled up to my house. I have to admit, seeing my house made me feel a bit better. I paid the guy, and got my stuff. I opened the door, and I heard my mom and dad talking in the living room. I walked into the living room with my luggage. I dropped it on the floor, and scared the shit out of my parents. My mother looked at me bewildered. She got up from the rocking chair, “Jesus Christ Angel! What the hell happened to you? You look a wreck!”
I didn’t answer. Instead I walked over to her and hugged her. She embraced me back, which never happened between my mother and I. I sobbed into her chest, as she was stroking my head, and telling me it was okay. It felt good to be in her arms. I actually felt loved by her for once. My dad wasn’t a jerk for once. His normal reaction would have been, “What the hell are you doing here? Why aren’t you in school?” But instead he said, “I’ll go draw a bath for you.” I continued to sob into my mothers arms. She guided me to the bathroom. She closed the door and stripped me of my clothes, and helped me into the bath. I couldn’t stop crying, but my mother didn’t seem to care. She poured water on my head and started to scrub shampoo into my hair, and then rinsed it out. Then she got the soap and washed my body. I managed to stand up and dry off. She helped me put my nightgown on, and lead me to my room. My room was surprisingly the way I left it. I walked over to my bed and got in under the covers. My mom kissed me on the forehead and whispered, “We’ll talk about it in the morning, but for now get some rest.” Then she turned the light off.
When I woke up that morning I felt like I had been hit by a giant bus. Every bone ached. My face was swollen, but I had at least stopped crying. I went downstairs to the kitchen. My mom was in there cooking. Something she hasn’t done since I was little. The table was set, and my father was reading the newspaper. My mother turned to me and said, “I made you pancakes for breakfast this morning!” With a smile on her face. I sat down, and my mom put a plate of pancakes in front of me. They looked a little pathetic, but it was a nice gesture. I decided to be nice myself, and eat them. They were actually good, despite their deformity.
“So Angel, why did you come in looking like a zombie last night?” my mother asked.
I was hesitant to tell her why I was so upset. I just told her that it was a relationship issue, and with that no more questions were asked. My father didn’t bother to tell me to go back to school. Instead he carried on a conversation with me. About how things were going around the house, and how Jeff was doing.
I decided to go find David. I found him in his room next to the garage. I knocked on the door, and just walked in before he could tell me I was allowed in. He was sitting in his recliner watching tv. I rushed over to him and sat on his lap bawling. He held me to his chest telling me it was okay. I eventually told David what happened. I didn’t care if he knew because I knew he wouldn’t judge me.
“That sucks, kid, but that’s what happens in life.”
The wise words of David. He may not have been able to offer such great advice at the time, but he did make me feel better.
I decided to ride my bike down to the store. It was a few miles away, but I didn’t mind. I went into the store and headed straight for the junk food. Junk food is a very good comfort food. I had a pint of Ben & Jerry’s, Oreo cookies, and cupcakes. I took my things to the register, and as soon as I put my stuff down on the counter I heard my name called by a familiar voice. I looked over to where the voice was coming from. It was Taylor. She was with some guy. She and him walked over. I tried to hide the junk food sitting on the counter.
“Hi Angel! How have you been?” She asked with a smile.
I was trying to keep myself from crying, trying to keep from making a fool of myself. I replied with, “I’ve been awesome! I met someone new, and it’s been great.” Lies. All lies. She smiled again. That smile I was once in love with.
“That’s great. Yeah, I met someone too.” She introduced the guy to me. I guess it was her new boyfriend.
“Well, it was nice seeing you Angel!” And with that she left. Like nothing had ever happened. I felt my heart clench. I paid for my stuff and left. On my way back home I was thinking. I was once addicted to her, but now.. Now I seemed to despise her. I would never forget what she did to me. I finally decided it was time to move on because apparently she did too.
After a few months of being at home I finally decided to go back to school. Only for something I wanted to do. I went to this community college for art. I lived in a dorm room, only I didn’t hit on my roommate. Nah, she was just my friend. She ended up turning into one of my best friends. Not only that though, but I met the most amazing girl. I guess Taylor was a lesson. She was both good, and bad. I know for sure that the girl I’m with now loves me as much as I love her. We were destined to meet each other.

Love is love. No matter what the gender, race, etc,

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Addicted-Simple Plan
I heard you're doing okay
But I want you to know
I'm a dick
I'm addicted to you
I can't pretend I don't care
When you don't think about me
Do you think I deserve this?

Heartbreaker
I'm addicted to you

Please go easy on the criticism. I haven't written anything in a while, and I'm wicked sensitive when it comes to my writing. D: But it probably does suck.

From left to right: Chuck, Jeff, Pierre (sexy!!), David, and Seb.

Simple Plan is my favorite band everr! <33