Twisted:a wemma fanfiction (glee)

Chapter 27: On my own

A/N don't forget Matt Morrison here is Adam Campbell just different name.. You know what I mean looks like Adam but different name...

Matt's POV

I met up with Emma. I was so happy she accepted the job! Atleast I could love her on screen. I had no plan to ruin her relationship with Will whatsoever. I just want to feel her lips on mine. Of course on film. And only on film. I decided to visit her in WMHS today. I knew it was her last day there. And that I'd probably see her tomorrow at shooting. But I just couldn't get enough of her beautiful eyes and that smile. I knew I was on my own. Loving her on my own. I step inside when I see her walking to Will. Then intertwining her fingers with his. Then she leans in and initiates a kiss. Will leans in as well and captures her lips with his.

I then sing.

"Na Na Na Na Na

Na Na Na Na Na

He takes your hand, I die a little

I watch your eyes, and I'm in riddles

Why can't you look at me like that?

When you walk by, I try to say it

But then I freeze, And never do it

My tongue gets tied, the words get trapped.

I hear the beat of my heart getting louder whenever I'm near you

But I see you with him, slow dancing.

Tearing me apart, Cause you don't see.

Whenever you kiss him, I'm breaking,

Oh how I wish that was me.

"Na Na Na Na Na

Na Na Na Na Na

He looks at you the way that I would.

Does all the things I know that I could.

If only time could just turn back.

Cause I got three little words that I've always been dying to tell you

But I see you with him, slow dancing.

Tearing me apart, Cause you don't see.

Whenever you kiss him, I'm breaking.

Oh how I wish that was me

With my hands on your waist, While we dance in the moonlight.

I wish it was me, That you call later on Cause you wanna say good night.

Cause I see you with him, slow dancing.

Tearing me apart Cause you don't see.

But I see you with him, slow dancing.

Tearing me apart, Cause you don't see.

Whenever you kiss him, I'm breaking.

Oh how I wish

Oh how I wish

Oh how I wish, that was me. "

I finally walk out. I couldn't bear it anymore. They're so perfect for each other. I can't ruin that. If I really love Emma, I would let her go. Let Will take care of her. After all, she was never truly happy with me. Her loving me was just a fantasy. A fantasy that I would dream about every time I see her. Every time we would shoot or rehearse a scene. Everytime we kissed on set. Every time she was told to kiss me or hug me or say sweet things, it would all be acting. A fantasy for me. And when we get off set, she would be Emma Schuester. Who treats me as a friend. And only as a friend. I could live with a fantasy. Or could I?