A/N: I don't own the lyrics at the end. Addicted by Kelly Clarkson

It was only supposed to be a one night thing. One night with no attachments...the only problem was that…I gave him my number in case he wanted another go. He called me back, a week later, and that’s where it all started. The routine began: He'd call, come over, and then we'd get it on. It didn’t get complicated to later on.

The complication: I got addicted.

He would stay overnight, and we got to talking, which is probably where I went down hill. I then realized as those overnight stays happened more often...it wasn't just his body that I was getting hits off of. It was his personality too.

His body was certainly a big attraction, especially with the way his blonde hair would fall into those gorgeous blue eyes. The way he had this little tummy and the sexy ass tattoos that covered parts of his Florida tanned skin. I had this intoxication with kissing him, touching him, and tracing his tattoos. Basically, I was addicted to everything that made up the one and only, Jason Shay.

I knew I was really done for when he finally infiltrated not only my everyday thoughts but my dreams. I couldn’t seem to think without Jason showing up somewhere within my thoughts.

Jason Shay became my drug. The person that I needed a fix of, otherwise, I felt like I couldn't breathe. I let him have all the power over me; he just didn't know it. I hate it, but I'm addicted. I'm addicted to a man with an amazing personality, but whose only interest in me is helping him out when he's got a lonely night. I wasn’t really complaining because those were my fills, my fixes, but I felt like a heroine addict in need of higher doses just to get the same high.

Ever since I realized I was addicted, I've placed myself in the company of misery. Unfortunately for me, this is the one case where misery doesn’t love company. I’m my own misery. The club stopped accepting applications when I entered.

I sighed softly as I leaned back into my couch. Here he was again, invading my thoughts. I made a face as the phone rang. I turned and looked over it.

I knew it was sick and wrong. I knew I wasn’t helping myself, but I wanted it to be him. I knew it had to be him.

"Hello..." I answered after grabbing the phone, and leaning back into the couch again.

"Hey Rayne," I closed my eyes as his voice filled my ears. Good God, did this man have a lovely voice, and all he said was hello...Well, hey, but still.

"Oh...Hey Jason, what's up?" He laughed at my usual question, which normally held a much dirtier meaning than it should have.

"Nothing really...Listen Rayne, I've got to tell you something." I raised an eyebrow, despite the fact that he couldn't see me. I didn’t like those words; they set my stomach into knots. These knots were not the making of something nervous, excited, and wonderful. These knots were the ‘I’m not going to like what he has to say’ kind. We may not be together, but those words were almost death to anything.

Though, he sounded really happy. Yet, that feeling of unease in my stomach told me that I wouldn’t be happy with what he had to say.

"Alright...spill, I'm all ears." I replied while pulling my knees up to my chest.

"I met someone..." He got quiet after that as if he expected me to say something. He probably did actually, and I knew I should have. I could only wonder why he was telling me, and why it mattered that I knew if he met someone or not.

Well, I knew why it mattered. I knew why I had to know. This was his way of saying that we were done. The loose and nights filled with abandon were never going to happen again. I was going to be left cold turkey; the withdrawal of my addiction was not something that I was looking forward to.

Since I didn’t say anything, only staying quiet on my side of the line, he continued, “Which means,” and he trailed off again.

"I know what it means." I didn't snap at him, though I did make a face. Lord, I'm an idiot. "I have just one thing to say to you though, before you completely end this thing that we’ve got going." I couldn’t see him, but I had to smile lightly as I could picture him wincing. Then, I frowned at myself because I wanted just one more time. I can deal with that…one last time. One last fix.

"Yea...?" He trailed off again, but he was never that great with words, not really. He was a charmer, but moments filled with serious meaning and breaking something caused him to get severely tongue-tied if he tried to say more than 3 or 4 worded sentences.

"One last time..." One more, that's all I need...

Oh, who the hell do I think I’m kidding?

Good God, I'm addicted.

I'm hooked on you

I need a fix

I can't take it

Just one more hit

I promise I can deal with it

I'll handle it, quit it

Just one more time

Then that's it

Just a little bit more to get me through this

I'm hooked on you

I need a fix

I can't take it

Just one more hit

I promise I can deal with it

I'll handle it, quit it

Just one more time

Then that's it

Just a little bit more to get me through this

It's like I can't breathe

It's like I can't see anything

Nothing but you

I'm addicted to you

It's like I can't think

Without you interrupting me

In my thoughts

In my dreams

You're taking over me

It's like I'm not me

It's like I'm not me