George said that he would stay over at Paul's, leaving John alone in the flat.

Fuck, his heart felt weird.

Seeing her cry was torture for him. He wished she would never cry again. He wanted to make her happy everyday.

But that was Georgie's job.

He flopped on his bed and grabbed his notebook.

She would never, ever like him back.

George was better suited to her, anyways. George liked her more.

"Fuck," He sighed.

So with a heavy heart and a head full of lyrics, he started to write.

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That boy took my love away
Though he'll regret it someday
But this boy wants you back again

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He stared at the lyrics, biting the inside of his cheek.

He continued.

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That boy isn't good for you
Though he may want you too
This boy wants you back again

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John took his guitar and did a little strum. After a while, he wrote down some chords too.

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Oh, and this boy would be happy
Just to love you, but oh my
That boy won't be happy
Till he's seen you cry

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He stared at the ceiling, trying his hardest to get rid any thoughts of Rachel. He tried to put Paul instead but it still wouldn't work.

He lit a cigarette and puffed.

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This boy wouldn't mind the pain

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"Fuck," John gritted his teeth. "Fuck..." He gripped his guitar. "F-Fuck..."

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Would always feel the same

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Pictures of Rachel and Paul molded and flashed like a quick slideshow. Rachel. Paul. Rachel. Paul.

George liked Rachel.

Rachel liked George.

Paul liked John.

And John liked them both.

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If this boy gets you back again

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Damn her lips.

Damn her voice.

Damn her smile.

He took a fourth cancer stick and lit it up.

Damn her eyes.

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This boy

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Fuck, why did he had to like her anyway?

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This boy

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He had always been unlucky with love.

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This boy

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"Wants you back again..." He whispered in the dark, wishing that the pain would go away.

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Oh my god what is this fic doing to me

Breathe in breathe out motherfuckers

My god

I cant handle this type of shit

Says the girl who wrote i'M fucking FiNE

fuck

i know it was a short chapter but i'll make it up to you

mY poOR HEaRT

Bye bitches,

~Grace