Sumthin' This Way Comes Wicked

*Intro*

Lisa's POV

It's been three and a half fucking hours. I just wasted my night to sit at the damn park. I have soooo much other stuff to do tonight, but no, I decided I could take a break from my life so I could come see him. All I know is if he decides I'm really that important to him, he'll get his shit together. Julian has been playing with my heart and my emotions for way too long. With us it's like this: We're together, we argue, we fight, we stop talking, and repeat on and on and on. I really love him, I really do, but I'm starting to wonder if this is really what I want for the rest of my life. Like don't get me wrong I love him more than most people like each other. I just think it's time for a change....

I sigh and stand up from the cozy little bench I was sitting on. So much for a night in the park. As I turn to walk to my car all I can think about is how he let me down. This has been the second time in a week he's done this to me. I finally reach my car. It's the prettiest baby blue 1967 Camaro on the streets of New York. It's bittersweet to look at, Julian helped my dad and I build it from the ground up. Those were the days. I start my car and start driving back towards Brooklyn. I finally get to my apartment and get comfortable. My bestfriend calls me. Thank God, cause I need her advice right now.

Julian's POV

Shit. I fucked up really bad this time. I was supposed to go and see Lisa. I kinda forgot cause I was with Ashley. It's not like Lisa's gonna care. She's probably at home or out at some coffee shop. That's just how she is. She forgives and forgets. At least that's what she tells me she does. And I know you guys are thinking that I'm with Ashley, but I'm not. She's just my side bitch, but Lisa doesn't know. I've done some fucked up things to Lisa in the past and I hope she can forgive me. I've hit her, I've cheated, I've lied countless times, but she's never left me. She deserves someone much better than me.

I'm sitting here running my hands through my hair. Damn. Lisa probably hates me... Ashley's somewhere in her room sleep or something. I grab my keys and drive to the store. There are only a few things that can make this better: alcohol and weed for me, and a bunch of stuff to say "I'm Sorry" to Lisa with. I just hope she likes it and forgives me.