Amateur - A Jon Cozart fic

Chapter 31 - I Love You New York, but...

*Carm's P.O.V.*

A lot has happened in the past month and a half since I broke up with Jon. Press is starting to kick in for Heathers, and reporters won't stop asking about the #scandal that happened ages ago. It's stupid to still be sad a month and a half later, I know it's stupid, I keep telling myself that it's stupid, but for some reason I keep being sad. It's just working through it, yanno? I'm constantly in press, or rehearsals, and sometimes the fact I'll be doing eight shows a week hits me like a gigantic slap in the face, as though to say, 'Holy snowmen up my anus, I'm going to have literally no time on my hands.' But that also leaves me with no time to think about my emotions. So, bonus. I'm already emotionally drained, what else can happen? Woohoo!

In my spare time, literally, all my spare time, I've been youtubing, or doing stuff for Youtube. Infact, I wrote my own wee song a while ago, which I've just uploaded - and Dion, our Heather Duke, happens to play the Piano, so we sat down on our afternoon off and filmed it, the song being aptly titled 'I Love You New York, But You Fucked It Up'. Now, she's in the kitchen, raiding the pop tarts Elise left here that I can't eat (dead girl walking diet is a bitch), and I read the tweet responses.

'@CaramelAllen @itsDionMayfair I can't wait for you and Jon to start slowly indirecting eachother through songs.' I don't know if they're just excited for more songey content or are actually just getting happy over my emotional pain. Let's hope it's the first one.

'@CaramelAllen @itsDionMayfair I'M CRAFTING RIGHT NOW' Well, I see the Phandom has made it into my twitter mentions.

'@CaramelAllen @DionMayfair 'I Love New You York, But You Fucked It Up' by Fall Out Boy' I'll admit, I laughed at that one.

'People appear to love it, I see.' Dion reappears into the bedroom, now snacking on a banana.

'Yep. Thanks for playing Piano for me by the way, it came with the apartment and now I guess it finally has a use.' She takes another bite out of the banana, before replying

'He won't mind, will he?' The look on her face appears to be one of walking on eggshells. She needn't.

'Nah, don't think so.' I respond, shaking my head. 'He'll use the situation for his own creative energy as well, I think.' She smiles, as I notice she's the only person I've ever met who can eat a banana and not make it look even remotely sexual. She begins humming the melody of the chorus out of nowhere, and I start singing along quietly.

'I love you, New York, but you fucked it up.

City that never sleeps, drained my heart full of love-' As I finish the word, my phone starts playing All Star, meaning it's ringing. Aaand, it's the producer.

'Carm! We just signed off the ultimate promotion deal if you're down for it!' they nearly yell through the phone.

'What is it?' I respond, turning down the in-call volume slightly.

'Well, we know you can rap, because we saw your Satisfied cover, and apparently, the people at Epic Rap Battles of History have seen it too.'

'They want me in a rap battle?'

'Correction: They want Veronica Sawyer in a rap battle.'

'Man, that's great! Who's the opponent?' I'm getting excited now.

'You know how Mean Girls is getting a musical?' A giant grin spreads across my face.

'Cady Heron vs. Veronica Sawyer. Genius. I'm in.' Dion's eyes light up as she figures out what's going on.

'Good stuff! They're starting to write it tomorrow, and you'll be over in a month to film. Yes, you'll have your costume by then. Oh, it's in L.A. by the way. A pain hits me in the chest as I think of Jon, but I continue as nothing's happened. Eventually, the conversation ends, and I raise my head to face Dion.

'I'm gonna be in an Epic Rap Battle. Fuck yeah.'

*Jon's P.O.V.*

I'm not mad about the song. I'm just sad. It's beautifully written, but like a love letter to her past, and it's depressing to now think I am her past. It's been a month and a half, and I've spent it mostly in bed, or writing. I've got nothing to do. Frankly, I'm quite lost, and the only thing I've really got to look forward to is opening night of Heathers. Yes, I'm still going. Carm may be my ex girlfriend now, but she's still amazing on a stage, and I'm not going to pass up the opportunity to see a Broadway debut that I already have tickets for because I'm no longer dating the lead actress. For now, let me be sad, please? Rick is berating me about how I shouldn't have let her away so easy, but I was holding her back.And I was. She's writing amazing songs, doing amazing things, and I'm just stuck in my apartment. More thoughts from the Tourist, who just so happens to feel even more alone now.

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WASSUP FAM I'M AWFUL

HAVE A SHITTY CHAPTER

yeah haha chapter on intertwined, my Jon x dodie fic is next up!

see ya next time!

~Ellen Cozartist