I never thought it would end this way. It hasn't really ended, but it feels like it has. And now I'm caught. What should I choose? Love or my singing career.
I haven't left this bed since I got into it. Gary and Elliot helped me upstairs when I came in, and Elliot tucked me into his own bed. Gary kissed me before they left. I needed to be alone.
I've been caught. After how hard we worked to hide that I was dating Gary, the truth is out. It's my fault. I was the stupid one, the one who decided that we should go out in public. I was the one who kissed him and said that I loved him.
The record company will throw a fit. They've probably already fired Gary, and they've probably fired me, too. And Elliot. I feel so badly. None of this was Elliot's fault, but he got pulled down with the rest of us.
That's what love does. It pulls you down. It brings your world down around you. It doesn't just ruin you when it ends, though; it ruins you during the whole experience. Gary hasn't left me yet, but I still ache inside.
I hate love. I hate love so much that I can't think about anything but love. And yet I'm still in love.
I guess I'll just roll over in bed again and cry some more. It can't possibly hurt.

~~~~~ Well, that's it for the stories. I'll try to post the other stories featuring these characters, but until then read these: In The Zone and The Twisted Mirror. Thanks!