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The Best Damn Thing: Avril Lavigne

Michael:

I’m a lot to handle,

You don’t know trouble,

I’m a hell of a scandal

Me I’m a scene I’m a drama queen

I’m the best damn thing that your eyes have ever seen

“Why would you fucking do that?” Michael groans as the two of you walk into your apartment.

“Did you see the way she looked at me?” You ask Michael, eyes widening in surprise at his reaction.

You drop your purse on the couch.

“She didn’t give you any look!” Michael throws his hands up, frustrated.

“Michael she glared and scowled at me the whole time. She called me a whore. A fucking whore,” you narrow your eyes at the blue-haired male.

“She’s Luke’s girlfriend-“”Do you know the definition of a whore, Michael? It’s a prostitute. Do I look like a prostitute? Do I act like a prostitute? Has she seen me on the corner? She has no right to call me that,” you interrupt him, seething.

“So you threw your drink on her,” Michael raises his eyebrows at you.

“What else was I supposed to do? Leave her with satisfaction? Hell no.”

“You’re such a drama queen. You’re so much trouble,” Michael sighs, rubbing his eyebrows.

“Well I’m the best damn thing you’re eyes have ever seen, so get up and get the fuck over it,” you sass before turning and walking out of the room.

Luke:

I hate it when they go out

And we stay in

And they come home smelling like their ex-girlfriend

You sit at the kitchen counter, your Pepsi bottle next to your laptop.

It was three A.M., which you were usually up until this time, but it’s different this time.

This time you were waiting for your boyfriend, Luke, to get home.

He told you that he needed to help Calum finish a song in the studio.

But after you called Luke who didn’t answer his phone to find out when he was coming home, you called Calum.