FicWad

Your in the car in the back seat. You write in your lyrics journal. Here’s what it says.
So your the boy
I heard the rumor
You got the girls wrapped around your finger
Such a sweet heartbreaker
If you're the game, I want to be the playa
Oh, you can do whatever you want
It's alright with me
Why don't you break my heart
Make it hurt so bad
Come on give it your best
None the less, I insist, just like that
Why don't you break my heart
It sounds good to me
Do it over again, again, again
You're just what I need
Why don't you break my heart
Yeah, break it
Stare me down, intimidate me
Baby please you'll never break me
Bring it on, cause I can take it
You're so cool, the way you play it
Oh, you can do whatever you like
It's alright with me
Why don't you break my heart
Make it hurt so bad
Come on give it your best
None the less, I insist, just like that
Why don't you break my heart
It sounds good to me
Do it over again, again, again
You're just what I need
Why don't you break my heart yeah
Break it, break it
yeah, yeah
break it, c'mon break it
My heart, break it
Why don't you break my heart
Make it hurt so bad
Come on give it your best
None the less, I insist, just like that
Why don't you break my heart
It sounds good to me
Do it over again, again, againYou're just what I need
Why don't you break my
Why don't you break my
Heart, yeah

You smile as you read over them. You were always a great writer. Oh! That reminded you. You had to call your band to tell them you couldn’t make it to practice. You dial the number two to call Nikko your lead singer. The phone rang once, and then you herd him answer.
“Hello?”
“Hey Nikko? Are you at Practice yet?”
“No, but I’m just about to leave, why?” He asked sounding confused.
“Well today’s my birthday and Cassie is taking me to a concert, so I kinda can’t make it.” You say a little guiltily.
“Well I knew that today was your birthday, and everyone expected you to cancel. I mean we were sure you didn’t mean to schedule practice on your birthday, but no one questioned you. Have a good time! Oh. Who are you going to see?”
You smile just thinking about it.
“I’m going to see Fall Out Boy, All Time Low, Metro Station, Cobra Starship, and Hey Monday.” You say, practically jumping up and down.
“Dude that’s awesome. I’m totally jealous.” He said, actual envy in his voice. You smile. Nikko was your guy best friend. You two met all they way back in kindergarten. Cassie didn’t really like Nikko, and Nikko didn’t really like Cassie either, but they stayed together and hung out just for you. You love your friends. Now that you think about it, you have an awesome life. Friend who love you. A band that’s on the verge of becoming famous, and a great job. [You design CD covers.] At that moment you are perfectly happy. Nothing could ever ruin your perfect life . . . or so you think. Cassie’s voice brings you out of your thoughts.
“There it is.” She said smiling. You look out your window to see the concert hall. You squeal with excitement. Maybe this was what your dreams where telling you about. That you were going to meet Patrick Stump and fall in love with him. You roll your eyes at your ridiculous thought. He wouldn’t date a fan. Plus he was already dating Elisa. Rumors of them being engaged floated around to. ‘He’s not going to leave all that for me.’ You think. You really didn’t care either way. As long as you met him. You smile at the thought of telling them how much they helped you in your lifetime.



[*Okay so this is turning out to be a pretty cool story. I don’t mean to toot my own horn or anything but yay! You want to know what’s going on?! Well so do I!! I have no idea where the hell this thing is going, but I’ll figure it out. I’m up for any ideas. Oh and thanks to xFallxOutxBoyxFanx for being the only reviewer