'Oh really? That's all you have to say?' Charles was shouting at his boyfriend or ex-boyfriend. A song started playing on the dance floor, they could easily hear it from the outside of the beach club in Monaco where they were standing in front.
I'll tell you a story before it tells itself
I'll lay out all my reasons, you'll say that I need help
Charles couldn't help but imagine what happened a few minutes ago. Max was talking to some random guy and then they kissed. Both of them got into a discussion about what happened and Max told his boyfriend to get help because it wasn't as deep as he made it seem.
We all got expectations and sometimes they go wrong
But no one listens to me, so I put it in this song
'It wasn't like that Charles! He kissed me, I back the fuck off as soon as he did his move. Why are you even making such a big deal over it?'
They tell me to think with my head, not that thing in my chest
They got their hands at my neck this time
'This isn't working like it should Max...'
'So you're trying to break up with me?' Charles was crying like crazy after those words came out of his mouth.
But you're the one that I want and if that's so wrong
Then they don't know what this feeling is like
'That's not what I want Max. I want to be with you, I want to live my life with you, but...'
'This is not supposed to be easy Charles, this will help us grow our differences as I'm sure you know, but you can't just go and make things up.' Max was a bit mad at Charles for accusing him of betrayal when all he did was be polite with another guy.
He kissed Max, but it didn't make much of a difference from Charles's perspective, well he didn't want to believe what he saw on the other hand he also didn't believe he could have a man loyal at his side.
I'll tell them a story, they'll sit and nod their heads
I'll tell you all my secrets and you tell all your friends
Hold on to your opinions and stand by what you said
In the end, it's my decision, so it's my fault when it ends
'Sorry, Max. I love you, I do, but I can't keep living like this, not after everything we went through.'
The older boy started crying, not ever wanting to leave Charles by himself but he silently nodded and made his way back to his apartment slowly.
They tell me to think with my head, not that thing in my chest
They've got their hands at my neck this time
'Good boy, Leclerc!'
But you're the one that I want and if that's so wrong
Then they don't know what this feeling is like
And I say 'yeah'
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
And I say yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
'I hope you didn't tell him anything, you're going to be my little toy love.' Charles felt sick to his stomach but he couldn't do anything.
I'll tell you a story before it tells itself
I'll lay out all my reasons, you'll say that I need help
'He needs help, and I didn't do anything for him.' Max arrived at his apartment and read the letter that was standing on top of his bed, a letter from his boyfriend.
We all got expectations and sometimes they go wrong
But no one listens to me, so I put it in this song
A pair of strong arms wrapped around Charles's waist made the boy feel dead inside, he felt incredibly numb after what he just did minutes ago.
'Come on inside. Good boy.' Charles almost throw up on top of the person who had his arms around him, the guy that a few moments ago kissed his ex-boyfriend right in front of him.
They tell me to think with my head, not that thing in my chest m
They got their hands at my neck this time
But you're the one that I want and if that's so wrong
Then they don't know what this feeling is like
Charles couldn't sleep at all, and after so many tries he give up and started crying for some reason. 'Stop crying you little slut.'
My friends say no
And I say, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They don't know
