I felt like this was needed because I've been writing so many depressing things XD You should just see my drafts!

Yes, this is a song-shot, and yes, the chorus is adjusted.

And no, Taylor Swift is NOT my favorite singer by FAR. I don't even really like country, save a select few songs by Carrie Underwood and Miranda Lambert. I really only like I'd Lie because I grew up with it. I actually listen to... punk, emo, rock, whatever you wanna call it.

I don't think that passenger's seat

Has ever looked this good to me

"Biiiggums...." Jerome whines, kicking back in the driver's seat. His feet go up on either side of the steering wheel. "Come on. How long does it take to put your stuff in the back?"

Actually quite a while, but I wasn't going to give in to him. I was going with him to LA for the summer, and I had a lot of bags, but he didn't seem to care.

"I'm just finishing!"

I slam the trunk and walk back over to the passenger's side, opening the door. Hesitantly, I climb in, smiling. Jerome looks tired, but I don't blame him. It's ten in the evening.

He tells me about his night

And I count the colors in his eyes

"Damned Alanna broke up with me."

That catches my attention. "What?"

He smiles weakly, and I know it's fake. "She said that I wasn't her type. She apparently made a mistake in dating me."

"God, Jerome," I sigh. "She's an idiot. She's the one who made the mistake."

His smile turns real, and I catch the glint in his laughing eyes, counting the shades.

He'll never fall in love, he swears, as he runs his fingers through his hair

I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong

"I'm never going to fall in love again," Jerome finally states, starting the Infiniti up. I look over at him, slight worry flashing before my mind.

Instead of protesting, however, I laugh quietly. I just hope he's lying.

And I don't think it ever crossed his mind,

He tells a joke and I fake a smile,

But I know all his favorite songs

We're about fifteen minutes into the drive when Jerome suddenly yells, "A wild bacca appears!" I grin at this, though that smile was completely forced. I hope he doesn't notice.

As his laughter dies down, I lean over and change the channel on the radio until I've gone through them all. Annoyed, I pull out my phone and connect it to the Bluetooth, clicking on a playlist made up of Jerome's favorite songs. Instantly, he starts singing along in a quiet voice, thinking I can't hear him.

This makes me smile for real.

And I could tell you

His favorite color's black

He's a gamer

Born on the 9th of March

His sister's beautiful

He has his father's eyes

And if you asked me if I loved him,

I'd lie

I knew every last thing about this boy, down to where he gets his eyes. I'd been friends with him for so long, it was just natural. But a few years ago, I'd taken an interest in him. A special interest.

I was pretty damned sure I'd fallen in love with him, but still, to this day, I brushed it off. He was my gender, my best friend, and I was his biggums. I couldn't just spring something like that on him. It could upset him, hurt him. And I didn't want that.

He looks around the room

Innocently overlooks the truth

Five months in the future, there was only about twenty days left with the boys. Jerome had stubbornly insisted we stay all twenty of them. He had been hanging around with Ty a little too much for my own comfort, but I knew Ty had Jocelyn, so I let myself believe that they were just friends.

Now, we all lounged somewhere around the living room. Jerome was next to me, making some Merome joke, or something along those lines. I was only halfway paying attention. He was so innocent, just glancing over the truth. Could he not...?

Better not to pine.

Shouldn't a light go on?

Doesn't he know I've had him memorized for so long?

It still hurt me, watching him laugh with the others. I've known him for so long, and I know he's not hiding anything. He's not going to love me. He never has loved me. I don't know why I even have begun... Begun to think such things.

He sees everything in black and white

Never lets nobody see him cry

But there are things I've seen that I shouldn't have. I've seen him cry. Full on sob. The one night, he was locked away in his room, and I was just there for a sleepover. We were twelve or so, so I never thought Jerome would be worried about something so adult.

He was crying, thinking his family would never have enough money.

I had hung around for a little while, then slipped off, running back to my room. I felt bad for him, but I couldn't do anything. What he was worried about didn't really concern me, anyways.

I don't nobody see me wishing he was mine

Jerome suddenly stood. "We should all record... Nobody's done that in a few days...."

Adam looked up, flashing a grin. "Group call, then. Let's see the fans freak."

There were quiet murmurs of agreement, but I didn't follow them to the upstairs rooms. I didn't want to be in a call with any of them, especially Jerome... Not right now.

And I could tell you

His favorite color's black

He's a gamer

Born on the 9th of March

His sister's beautiful

He has his father's eyes

And if you asked me if I loved him

I'd lie

Of course, I don't notice that Ty stayed.

"You love him, don't you?"

I jolt up, snapping out of my trance. "What?"

"Jerome," Ty says simply. "You love Jerome."

"No," I lie. "He's just a good friend."

Ty gives me a look of disbelief, then runs upstairs after the guys. I hang my head, knowing that this is going to become a daily thing.

He stands there, then walks away

My God, if I could only say I'm holding every breath for you

When it's finally time for us to leave, Jerome helps me pack, mostly silent. For the past few weeks, he's been avoiding talking to me, and I don't know why.

He stands on the other side, gives me a sad look, then climbs in. I sigh, letting go of a breath I didn't know I was holding, and get in the passenger's side.

He'd never tell you, but he can play guitar

I think he can see through everything but my heart

He starts up the car, and I'm left to my own thoughts. Staring out the window, I get to thinking.

There's always the little things between us. The things he's shared with me that he wouldn't tell anyone else, big or small. Sometimes so irrelevant I don't know why it matters, like the fact that he can play guitar. Quite well, actually. But he keeps to himself so much, I just don't know anymore.

First thought when I wake up, is "My God he's beautiful,"

So I put on my make-up and pray for a miracle

I don't think he understands. When I wake up, my thoughts go to him immediately. I always make myself look my best, even more so on days like this. I really don't think he knows how much I love him.

Yeah, I'll admit to myself that I love him.

Yes, I could tell you

His favorite color's black

He's a gamer

Oh, and it kills me

He hurts me every day, so often that I've grown used to it. He jokes, toys with the idea of love, but he really doesn't get it. That simple fact kills me.

The music in the car dies, and Jerome glances over at me as he pulls over, towards a gas station. "Hey Mitch?"

"Yeah?" I respond, still looking out the window.

His sister's beautiful

He has his father's eyes

And if you asked me if I loved him

Oh, if you asked me if I loved him..

"Do you love me?"

Where did that come from?

I jump up, looking over at him. I see a glimmer of hope in his eyes, but I dismiss it. He's probably hoping I don't respond, so he can tease me, hold it over my head.

I respond with one word.

"No."

I'd lie

Yeah.... Almost 1,500 words. I think that's a record.

So, are you going to teach me a life lesson?

Please don't....

This was supposed to turn out kind, but, y'know, screw that. I can't write anything nice. Do you not know me?

Anyways....

See ya next chapter?

Bai!