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You Suck At Love
By Brittany Vink

 


(Lins's Point of View)

We started off incredible
Connection undeniable
I swear I thought you were the one forever
But your love was like a loaded gun
You shot me down like everyone
'Cause everyone's replaceable
When you're just so incapable
Of getting past skin deep

I couldn't believe him. How could he have done that to me? I gave him everything and loved him unconditionally. I thought to myself as I shoved my clothes into the suitcase I was packing more forcibly. We had started off incredible, it was just perfect. Everyone said that the connection between us was undeniable. Yeah sure we were both to blame for the relationship falling apart but it was more his fault then mine. I swear to god that I honestly thought you were the one forever. You kept me in the dark for so long. You're love is like a loaded gun and you shot me down just like every other girl you've been with before me. Hell I bet you'll do it to every girl after me `cause everyone's replaceable. My thoughts continued as I zipped the suitcase shut and stomped back out into my, our, his room to grab another. Hell, maybe I'd just start throwing all his shit in boxes and light it all on fire. I still couldn't believe he cheated on me like that. He can't get into any relationship without screwing it up. Two years of my life down the drain. When you're just so incapable of getting past skin deep, that's what happens.

Guess what, another game over
I got burned, but you're the real loser
I don't know why I've wasted my time with you
You're bad news, a history repeater
You can't trust a serial cheater
You're good at hooking up but you suck at love

Well guess what buddy. Another game over. I'm not sticking around to see you do it to me over and over again. I may have got burned, but you know what? He's the real loser. He just lost the best damn thing he ever had. I don't even know why I wasted my time with him. He's nothing but bad news. My best friends even told me so. I should have listened to them after all.

“Girlie he is bad news,” Missy said.

“Why not go back to Pierre?” Audree asked.

“Oh my god, yes, you guys were so totally cute together,” Mare said.

“What is with you guys? I like this guy a lot,” I responded a little annoyed.

He's cheated on every girl he's ever been with,” Missy reminded me.

“None of the guys are going to approve of him,” Laurence said while filing her nails.

“He's like Kevin Federline. Oh my god. You're gonna be his Britney and you're going to go all crazy and shave your head,” Mare added freaking out.

“Mare stop being dumb,” Lachelle spoke rolling her eyes.

“Guys I can handle him. I promise,” I did my best at reassuring them with a smile.

“He's a history repeater girlie. Just be careful,” Missy said and gave me a hug.

“Bruce will change for me. I know he will,” I replied as I hugged her back.

I was wrong. Missy was right. He is a history repeater. Once a cheater, always a cheater is what my mom use to say. You can't trust a serial cheater. How could I have been so stupid to think he'd change for me? No guy ever changes for a girl. That's just wishful thinking or more like stupid thinking. I started packing more of my things up not caring if I knocked over picture frames or anything else. He could keep those. He could keep all of it. All he's good at doing is hooking up. He fucking sucks at love.

(Pierre's Point of View)

You played me like an amateur
Then stabbed me like a murderer
I'm left for dead, another one of your victims
It's not like you're unpredictable
But your act is so believable
I know it's nothing personal, it's just business as usual
You're good at what you do

Michelle did it again. Fuck! This was gonna be the final time she did this to me. She played me like an amateur. I trusted her with my heart and then she stabbed me like a murderer. I shouldn't have left Lins for her - dumbest move ever. Way to go Pierre. Well Michelle thinks she left me for dead. She thinks I'm just another one of her stupid victims, but not this time. No way in hell.

“So she did it again, eh?” David asked.

“Yeah. I can't believe I keep trusting her,” I responded.

“Dude come on. It's not like she's unpredictable, we all saw it coming.” Chuck said.

“But you gotta admit that her act is so believable,” Jeff retorted.

“You should of given up on her and long time ago,” Seb said handing me a beer.

“I know it's nothing personal. She's just a whore,” I muttered taking a sip of the beer.

“I got some interesting news bros,” Pat spoke with a smile walking into the room.

“What could be more interesting then Michelle doing her business, as usual and breaking poor Pierre's heart?” Jeff asked.

“Lins and Bruce broke up,” Pat responded and stuck his tongue out.

“Why'd they break up?” I asked.

“He cheated on her,” Pat replied.

“And the serial cheater strikes again. I'm gonna go see if she's ok. Later guys,” David spoke as he stood up and walked out of the room.

The guys continued talking around me and I ignored them. I started thinking about Lins and all the good times we had together. Going to the movies and making out in the back row, going to a park late at night and swinging on the swings, and other fun things we use to do. I doubt Lins would take me back after what I did to her and now Michelle had ruined me for anyone else. Well Michelle, you're good at what you do. I thought to myself as I took a long drink of my beer.

Guess what, another game over
I got burned, but you're the real loser
I don't know why I've wasted my time with you
You're bad news, a history repeater
You can't trust a serial cheater
You're good at hooking up but you suck at love

Another game over for you Michelle. I stood up and headed for the door.

I walked to my car and got into it and just sat there thinking about where I was going to go now. I lived with Michelle. I could crash at one of the guys' house but I didn't feel like doing that. I could ask one of the girls, but they'll probably be available for Lins and not me. I sat there for forever thinking where I could go. I got burned bad this time. But she's the real loser, not me. I started the car and pulled out of the parking lot of the rehearsal space. Why did I ever waste my time with you when I had one of the most amazing girls ever? I not only lost Lins, who loved and supported me, but I lost her as a friend. When ever she was around me, she was so cold to me. Michelle was bad news from the beginning. She told me she would never repeat her previous relationship history. What did she do? She did repeat it. She repeated it a lot and I always forgave her. You can't trust people like her. She's one of those serial cheaters. Michelle, you're good at hooking up but you suck at love.

(Two weeks later)

(Lins's Point of View)

Now I kinda feel bad for you
You're never gonna know
what it's like to have someone to turn to
Another day, another bed
It's just a game inside your head

I was finally out of my apartment with Bruce and into my own place again. It felt good being on my own again. I just wish my dad hadn't of saved mine and Pierre's apartment. Too many memories here. I remember the food fight we had after his parents came for dinner, the day we moved in together, the fight we had over where the tv would go, and the last night we spent here together. But my absolute favourite memory of me and Pierre was when we were watching a movie in bed and the power went out.

“What the hell happened?” I asked sitting up in bed.

“I think the storm knocked the power out baby,” Pierre replied.

I turned around to look at him and smiled.

“Why you smiling baby?”

“You're perfect.”

“No I'm not. I am far from perfect.”

“You're perfect to me and that's all that matters Pierre.”

“How am I perfect baby?”

“You have a smile that lights up a room, you're eyes tell how you're feeling and this thing in here makes you the person who you are,” I said pointing at his heart.

“God I love you Lindsay,” he said as I cuddled up to him and put my head on his chest.

“I could listen to this for forever,” I said listening to his heart beat as he moved my hair away from my neck and back. I kissed his chest where his heart is and then laid my head back down and listened to it while he rubbed my back.

“I love you Pierre. Please don't ever forget that,” I said as I closed my eyes.

“I won't Lins,” he said as he bent down and kissed my head.

That was shortly before we broke up. He said I was damaged and that I wouldn't open myself up to him. Little did he know that I already had. He chose Michelle over me. I remember hearing him and Michelle broke up. I kinda feel bad for him. Michelle and Bruce would make the perfect couple. They're both serial cheaters. They're never gonna know what it's like to have someone to turn to. I heard the phone ring and decided to let it go to the machine. I had also heard Pierre was going out a lot. Another day, another bed. That's what he was doing. I walked into the kitchen and looked at the machine. I pushed the message button and heard Pierre's voice.

“Hey Lins. It's Pierre. Ummmm I just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out tonight or something. You know my number. Call me back.”

The machine beeped off. I stood there looking at the phone. Maybe I should call him back. But I don't know if this is just a lame attempt to get me into bed with him. This could all be a game inside his head. I ignored my thoughts and picked up the phone dialing the familiar number.

(Pierre's Point of View)

You've messed this whole thing up
Well you were such an awesome fuck
But you suck at love, you suck at love

I drove to the apartment building I once lived in. I was glad Lins had called me back and wanted to hang out. I parked my car in the spot beside where her car was parked. I got out of the car and saw her standing there at the door.

“Hey you,” she said.

“Hey. What you got planned for us tonight?” I asked.

“I thought maybe we could go for a walk. Sound fun?” she asked shoving her hands into her pockets.

“Sounds good to me. So how have you been? Heard you and Bruce broke up,” I spoke as we started walking.

“I've been better. Way better but oh well. It'll change eventually. Ya we did break up. He messed the whole thing up. We were happy til he cheated on me.”

“Well if it helps, Michelle cheated on me all the time and I finally had enough and left.”

“Sorry to hear about that.” She said looking away from me. “Hey look the park,” she spoke as she ran over towards the swing set.

“Hey wait for me you dork,” I yelled as I ran after her. She beat me to the swing set and got on one.

“You always beat me. Not fair at all young lady,” I muttered reaching the swing set out of breath.

“Aww I'm sorry old man. I'll let you win next time. So do you miss anything about Michelle?” she said as I started pushing her.

“She was such an awesome fuck. But she sucked at love. I never felt like myself around her. I've never been myself with anyone but you.”

“They both suck at love. Plain and simple.”

“Lindsay I miss you and I still love you like crazy,” I said stopping the swing and moving to stand in front of her. She sat there looking up at me.

“I want you back Lins,” I said as I crouched down on my knees.

“I don't know Pierre.”

“Please Lins. I promise not to leave you for anyone ever. I also promise not to suck at love this time,” I replied putting my hand on my chest and the other one up.

“Ok fine but you're not moving in until we get married,” she responded giggling.

I stood up and raised her off the swing and kissed her passionately.

THE END

 

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