Yay song-fics! Probably one of my favorite 'genres' to write in. Yes, sadly the reader is female (Sry Michael). In this James Madison is Rich and Thomas Jefferson is Jake.

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Philip's POV:

I am hanging in the bathroom at the biggest party of the fall

I ran into the nearest bathroom and slammed the door shut, making sure to lock it.

I could stay right here or disappear and nobody'd even notice at all

My emotions were a mix of anger, sadness, and abandonment...

I'm a creeper in a bathroom 'cause my buddy kinda left me alone

Y/N L/N, my best friend, and longtime crush left me...alone. She knows I get paranoid when I have no one! My heat speed started increasing.

But I'd rather fake pee than stand awkwardly, or pretend to check a text on my phone.

When she left me, I stood for a while and then ran here. My not-so-secret hideaway, to get away from life itself. I figured...that it's better than just standing there. Alone and forgotten with no one to talk to.

Everything felt fine when I was half of a pair

Y/N was my everything. No. She is my everything. I've known her since we were in middle school and we've been inseparable ever since. Well...I guess that's gone now...

Now through no fault of mine, there's no other half there

I should've stopped Y/N from getting that pill! I could've prevented this empty dent in my aching heart. It could become how it use to be. Perfect.

I'm hiding, but he's out there just ignoring all our history

I miss the old, regular, amazing Y/N. She'd listen to me when I was sad, and never judged me for when I did something that others thought were weird'.

Memories get erased and I'll get replaced with a newer 'cooler' version of me

Ever since Y/N got her Squip, it's like every memory, every moment we spent together, was just erased! She's been hanging out with James and Thomas as if they've known her for as long as I have! We were bullied by them! Now she...now she acts as if...as if I'm not there. As if I'm nothing.

Now it's just Philip in the bathroom, Philip in the bathroom at a party. I have regret the beers.

I looked at the red party cup filled with spiked punch. I had at least ten cups since I came here. I'm alone. Regretful...teary eyed.

Philip in the bathroom, Philip in the bathroom at a party. As I choke back the tears

I catched my shaking breath as it began to speed up. Oh no...not another panic attack! I gripped my face and ruffly wiped the streaming tears from my eyes.

I'll wait as long as I need till my face is dry or I'll just blame it on weed or something in my eye

I slowly cracked the door open and peeled out seeing hundreds of kids my age either drunk, partly drunk, dancing drunk, or drunkly singing karaoke. I shut the door and locked it once more. What if someone sees me crying?! They'll think I'm weak! ...Well...I am weak. I stood, facing the mirror thinking of an excuse.

I'm just Philip who you don't know

Now I was fully crying, not stopping the ocean of tears that covered my eyes. I'm just Philip...the person literally no one knows...

Philip flying solo

I don't know what I'm supposed to do?! No one to hang out with, study with, have lunch with. Guess it's back to the stalls for me...all by myself. Alone.

Philip in the bathroom by himself

My panic attack wasn't getting better. My breath hitched and I gagged as tears came from my red stained eyes. I've always been alone, but when I met Y/N it all changed! I-I guess change doesn't l-last long...

Awesome party, I'm so glad I came

After several long hours of crying and panicking, the party finally came to an end. I checked the ticking clock on the wall. It was one in the morning. I fully opened the door and revealed the many sleeping teenagers. They probably passed out from drunk ness. I spotted Y/N and Thomas peacefully sleeping against each other. He had his arms rapped around Y/N. Y/N had a smile upon her gorgeous face signaling that she was happy...

She's happy

Without me...

Maybe...it's for the best.

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I love you
Even though you don't love me back...