Various Oneshots

Stranger

( This reminds me of Owen so why the fuck not, sometimes I still miss him, don't tell him plz)

The long ride home meant Annika had plenty of time to think. So she thought of her other half. It had been two months since she had made a huge mistake, and one since she found what could of fixed it.  Yet she was also confused. She had been happiest with him, but apart it had been reported they were happier without he other Annika didn't notice the song that was playing until the first words were spoken.

Now and then I think of when we were together. Like when you felt so happy you could die.. Told myself that you were right for me, but felt so lonely in your company.. But that was love and it's an ache I still remember..

Annika blinked in shock, sitting up. She rather enjoyed this song, it was in her top twenty favorites. She found herself softly singing alone to the melodic words that described herself and Own very well.

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness. Like resignation to the end, always the end.. So when we found that we could not make sense, well you said that we could still be friends.. But I'll admit, I was glad that it was over..

I could've kept him. My own fault. Why did I do it.. I'll never forgive myself... Bittersweet memory's rolled through Annika's head like a wildfire. The chorus came off strong, if this had been a duet, This would be Owen, describing her behavior after that day.

But you didn't have to cut me off! Make out like it never happened, and that we were nothing. And I don't even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger, and that feel's so rough.

We were best friends.. He was so nice.. J.C.  didn't care, but he deserved her, not me. What happened to us??!!

You didn't have to stoop so low!  Have your friends collect your records and then change your number. I guess that I don't need it though, cause now your'e just somebody that I used to know!!

I'M HORRIBLE!!! WHY DID I HOLD HIS HAND!! I KNEW HE WAS WITH J.C.!! WHY DID HE EVEN PICK ME ANY WAY!!! I'M A LOSER!! HE"S A COOL KID!!

Gripping her head, a timeline flew behind closed lids. The first time they talked, Annika hepling Owen with a project, the first day after school, the boomerang, three hours after school, until the sung set, all those times in the corner, Eyeless Jack,  rocks and nicknames... where had it all gone? Why were the tears pouring of her cheeks like a waterfall? She didn't want him!! She only needed what she trusted. Why was it so strong this time, out of all the times she had thought about him before, this had never happened. This is what was happening hundreds of miles away:

A  short boy with a dark dome of hair walked to his and Annika's school, his tattered black sweater behind him, as it still smelled like her. Wearing torn shorts, with his head down Owen didn't want anyone to see the rarely seen boy crying. Something he promised himself he wouldn't go on again, he had. And realized it was too late. Annika knew were he lived. So he found out here's following the tiny strip of paper. But she was gone, and he wouldn't b welcomed a second time. So Owen slowly trudged to their spot, humming the most recent song he'd heard: Somebody I Used To Know, by Gotye. His arm had healed long ago, he was ignoring J.C. fora reason.

Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over.. But had me believing it was always something I had done. And I don't wanna live that way, reading into every word you said. You said that you could let it go..And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know...

When Annika could finally lift her head, the song was only about half-way, but it was like the pain had never been there. He doesn't miss me. He doesn't miss me. He doesn't miss me. But she couldn't quit believe it. Reaching into her bag, Annika pulled out a small box. In it were these items: A small creature (Annika gave it to him), a ripped heart with Owen written it from Valemtine's,  a dirt spoon from the trench, it was probably the strongest thing in the box. The trench that Owen had started, Annika had worked extra on, they both did earlier the day before they said good-bye. Now, glittering on her thumb was a small scar, courtesy of Dipshit. And finally, a scrap of paper with a address less then two blocks away from her.  The chorus played again, and the song was over... Leaving both children pondering the other and if their friendship was really over..

TROLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL LOOK WHOS NOT DEAD AND POSTED SOMETHING

YEA OUR FRIENDSHIP IS TRULY DEAD.

IS THIS MORE THAN A PAGE

FUCK SLEEP

IM LISTENING TO BILL CIPHER X DIPPER PINES MUSIC RIGHT NOW, CAUSE THATS UNSTEADY AS HELL

BOX OF DIPSHIT, ADDRESS, ME KNOWING WHERE HE LIVES AND THE SWEATER IS TRUE

THE REST IS NOT

IM WORKING ON WE DONT FORGET RIGHT NOW

K THANKS BYE