OC Oneshots

Broken (Lillian x Claire Band AU)

Claire's P.O.V.  3,573 words

Let's start off with something simple. It's how everything always starts, how hearts are broken and sometimes fixed. I kissed her I regret what I did.  I regret every single thing I did along the way to get to the point where my best friend is sobbing on my lap, hating herself.

It hurts knowing I was joking but it really wasn't a joke. It hurts knowing that I broke her and now everything is ruined. It's not one sided but it's also not the same type of love.

It started when we first met. We both went to a special highschool for music and stuff. When I say she could sing, she could sing. I was more of the type to play guitar and sometimes piano. My friends at my old school always told me I made an acoustic sound even more beautiful than it already was.

When I first started ninth grade I didn't know anyone, not a single friend of mine got into the school. The very first day I sat at lunch by myself doing what I usually did, writing songs. I wasn't very good at lyrics so I wrote the actual music. My songs ended up never really having enough meaning to anyone but myself.

I was taking a bite out of my sandwich when I felt a light tap on my shoulder, "Hi," a girl who seemed about my age said. She was blushing only a little bit, tucking her short curly hair behind her ear, "my name is Lillian."

I didn't know exactly what to do but I had a mouth full of food and my mind went blank. The worst part about that was that we were caught in an awkward stare, "Um...I'm gonna sit," she said letting out a nervous laugh and sat down right in front me.

Eventually I swallowed my food in a big gulp. I'm not the best with people..."I'm Claire, nice to meet you..."

"You seem like a nice person," she smiled. It was a warm and comforting smile, it made me feel safe for some reason.

I kinda just nodded slowly and watched as she pulled out a book. The book was red and seemed to have a cover made of leather, "I see you writing songs and I wanted to know if you could help me."

I looked down at the red book as she slid it over. There were colored tabs sticking out of the pages. As I flipped through it I realized that each tab represented the starting of a new story, "Stories?" I mumbled.

"Yeah," it startled me a bit when she answered because I hadn't meant to say that aloud, "I write stories about how I feel. It's how I express my emotions. On certain occasions I'm able to convert them into songs but the red story is throwing me off just a bit."

And with that I flipped to the red story, marked by the red tab. I really liked that she kept her work organized unlike me. My shit was scattered everywhere. 

Anyways, as I read the story I was hit with a lot of emotion. It was a story about being abandoned. It was how the character felt life was over but then someone came and saved them. How things will get better with time.

This was our first song together. I remember sitting there with Lillian for weeks upon weeks writing it. We had only met so lunch was pretty much the only time we had to work together. Every night when I went home I'd take out my copy of the story, the lyrics and music. One night I stayed up past twelve trying to write more lyrics. It clicked that night and I practically exploded.

As the days went on the song only got better and better, our friendship got closer as well. By Christmas time we had started to go to each other's houses. Lillian's parents were divorced so I got to see her two different houses. Sometimes I feel bad for Lillian because her mom just isn't all that right.

On Christmas Eve I got a phone call from Lillian. She told me to meet her at the park because she and her mom were arguing again. Her voice was completely fucked, she definitely had been crying.