Bad Boys Can't Love

Miserable At Best

Hi guyssssssssss! So the song (Miserable at Best by Mayday Parade) is one of my fave songs, but most importantly it describes how Adam feels right now. His perspective is just kinda like a bonus maybe not idk.... Oh also all lyrics and music in the song belong to their rightful owners: not me. 😐so don't sue me u big bad music companies. Anyway, please vote and comment!!!
Love y'all! Xoxo -Annie

Adam's POV- Saturday 5PM
Today I'm super down because it's Saturday. Not only that but I just got rejected badly last night. The love of my life doesn't love me back. I groan, and I roll over in my bed. I'm still in bed and it's already five. I slept in really late until like two, and I still haven't gotten up. I've just been on my phone looking over Sarah's profile on Facebook.
Saturday. That means that today is the carnival. Sarah and I would go to the annual carnival together every year since we were little, and now we aren't. She'll probably go with him. I'm not going to go, it will only get me down. I remember her laugh when we went on the bumper cars, her smile when we went on her favorite ride (the Gravitron 2000), and her scream when we went on the Ring of Fire. She used to always grab my arm. when she got scared.
I even remember the time we went on the ride where she fell on top of me. The speed of the whirling cars made that happen, but it was funny. She would hang onto me and I would hang onto her.
Thinking back to our time at the carnivals, I yell at myself for not kissing her way back. Now I would do anything just to feel her lips against mine again. I would do anything to hold her once more.
I love her so much, she's so sweet and innocent. Kind and smart. That Asher kid is ruining her, making her reckless. If she takes too many risks she'll hurt herself, and if she ever got hurt than I'd never be able to forgive myself or him.
I put in my earbuds and listen to the song, 'Miserable at Best' by Mayday Parade. It fits this so well that it hurts:
Let's not pretend that you're alone tonight (I know he's there) and
You're probably hanging out and making eyes (From across the room he stares)
I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor, and ask my girl to dance
And she'll say yes

My girl. Sarah is my girl and I've lost her to Asher. He took her from me. He's likes my girl.
The song plays for a little longer until the chorus comes.
I guess that I can live without you but
Without you I'll be miserable at best

I shed a tear. And then another and another. I'll never get over her, she's everything I've ever looked for and more. It's the truth, that I'll always be miserable without her. I wish she'd just be my friend at least. I need her in my life.
But maybe being her friend would be harder than not. I'd have to see her with him all the time, and I would come second to him. I'll have to see that she doesn't love me every time I look at them next to each other.
But if I am her friend I can see her smile again. I can see it when her eyes light up, and the way her eyes crinkle when she laughs. The way she taps her feet when she gets excited, and even the little knuckle cracking thing she never notices that she does.
I could maybe even hold her again, hug her and feel complete.
I would do anything in the world to get her back.
I wish I was a better boyfriend. I wish that I bought her flowers everyday, and went to her house to spend time with her. I wish that I never held her back and that I did more fun things with her. I wish that I walked her to all of her classes instead of just the ones that I'm in with her.
I wish that I showed her how much I love her.
Which is a lot.
Asher's POV- Sunday 12AM
   I'm driving us home. Well, to her house. Her home that's almost like my home since I spend so much time there. She seems tired, and I glance at her as she rests her head against the window. I watch as her eyelid flutter shut and she zones into sleep. I smile to myself.
   This is the part where the silence takes over. This is the part where I'm forced to think. Think about what happened today.
  I kissed her. Without thinking, I kissed Sarah. Oh, Sarah, so perfect, innocent, pretty. I don't like Sarah, right? Asher Ross does not date. Asher Ross picks up the hunnies and leaves them the next day. Well, I guess that I'm not Asher Ross anymore.
  I haven't done that since Sarah got upset that day. The day where I said something to the blonde, and SarBear told me a little about her dad. And that she doesn't like players. I don't want her to hate me.
    So the question comes up again. Do I like Sarah Jay? I think for awhile, because I don't know. I don't know because I don't really know what liking someone feels like. I've never had a girlfriend.
   I know what physical attraction is. I am physically attracted to Sarah, sure, as for other girls too.
  But am I emotionally, mentally attracted to Sarah? I know the answer, I realize, I just don't want to admit it. I can never admit it.
  I like Sarah Jay.
  Okay too late, I admitted it. I kissed her because I like her. I want her to be happy and safe with me. I don't want her to be with Adam or anyone else but me. I want to go to bed every night with her in my arms and wake up to her every morning. I want to see her smile wherever I go, and I want to be able to kiss her whenever I please.
  Her kisses. Let's just say, she's the best kisser in the world. The kiss on the Ferris Wheel was the best kiss I've ever had, and let's just say I've had plenty. There was also something else in that kiss that I've never experienced before.
  Chemistry? Spark? All of the above.
   I look over to her sleeping peacefully.
  She's so gorgeous. And there's so much more in the world for her to see. I can show her adventure, happiness and excitement.
   I turns in her sleep, turning her face towards me and snuggling into the seat. She reaches her hand out and grabs my free hand. I hold her small delicate, pretty hand in mine.
   I smile as my heart flutters. Her warmth and light is great. She's caring and nice, but not too much. She has the hint of humorous sarcasm that makes me laugh at the perfect times. I can joke with her, and laugh with her and smile with her. I can be happy with her.
  I don't think that I can be happy without her anymore.
  Sarah Jay is my addiction. She's my drug.
  She is my high because I'm happiest and lightest when I'm with her.
  Okay I should probably stop comparing my crush to drugs. Stay away from drugs, kids. Seriously.
  I pull up to her house, sadly letting go of her hand as I turn off the car. I get out, and then head over to her side.
  I open her door, and swiftly pick her up. She's light and fragile like a flower. She smells of flowers, too, with maybe a hint of vanilla bean and peppermint.
  I smile down at her as I carry her to her house. I knock on the door with my knee, not having a free hand. Her mom opens the door and smiles warmly at me, glancing at Sarah. She doesn't say a word as she lets me in, not wanting to wake her.
I head up the stairs and to her bedroom.
I place her on her bed, tucking her in. Her eyes flutter open slightly. "Asher?" SarBear mutters quietly. "I'm here, Sarah." I tell her. She smiles faintly as she drifts back into sleep. "I'm here." I repeat, whispering so quietly it's almost silent. Half asleep, she mumbles, "Night Asher... Today was nice. And thanks for the Ferris wheel."
I smile at her. She liked what happened on the Ferris wheel. "Anytime, SarBear. Anytime. Goodnight." I whisper and I lay down next to her.
   Taking my hand in hers I drift off into a deep sleep. A sleep full of content and happiness. A sleep full of dreams. Dreams full of Sarah Jay.