It Will Rain.

part 2

To realize what we used to have,
We don't have it anymore.

ugh sick of that song. His roommate just broke up with the cheating bitch-whore Clara. The demon recent ex. He was stuck in his apartment for the past few days, looking after his roomie, Steve. 'Making sure he was ok', saying over and over, you could do sooo much better. Well that was quite frankly bullshit. Clara was hot. Like 'mila Kunis with blonde hair hot'. But she ripped his heart out and broke it into 3 million pieces. So now he was sick of listening to crappy emo songs. And that soppy Bruno Mars song. It's so sad it's happy. Anyway he'd decided to get out of that little slice of hell. "Bro," he managed to shout through the loud song that he could quite clearly hear crying through, "I'm going out do-you-want-any-thing" his roommate turned the music down. "We ran out of ice cream yesterday. Cookie dough would be nice" he turned for the door and picked up his keys from the bowl and started to open the door. "I'll grab you some tampons too" he muttered while waking out the door."