A/N: Yes, yeah, I took this title (and most chapter titles) from Avril Lavigne's new c.d. "Under My Skin". I do not own them. However, I do own my precious charactors in this story, so back off! And no, I do not own her name, but I decided to use it as the main charactors name. I also do not own any songs by Megadeath, Switchfoot, or The Used. Just to let you know.

My Happy Ending

By: Me

Chapter One: Together

Lavender. Sweet, surgery lavender is what filled my nose that morning. I opened my eyes and jumped; her head was hanging over my face; she were sitting on my torso. I tried to move my arms, but couldn't; Avril had them pinned down.

"Av, whaddya want?"

"You." I rolled my eyes.

"What else?"

"You to come out and play."

"Why?"

"Cos I love ya." she said, letting go of my arms, sliding down my torso and sitting between my legs. I groaned quietly when she rubbed over my mid-section. She smiled slyly.

"Like that?" I rolled my eyes again.

"Not really." She looked hurt. I sighed.

"Avril, you're my best friend. I can't do anything to hurt that. I can't like that way."

She rolled her eyes and sighed. "Same ol' speech everytime."

Quickly, she jumped back up and pinned my shoulders down; absentmindly, my hands went to her hips. She leaned down, her nose touching mine. Her long blue and blonde hair fell like a sheild around our faces. She moved her hands up to hold the sides of my head.

"I love you Bry. You know that, right?"

"Yeah." I whisper.

It was dark behind her sheild of hair.

"What about you?"

"I love you too, Av. You know that. I know you do."

"I know." she said, smiling.

"Then why'd you ask?"

"I dunno. I guess to make sure I knew it."

I rolled my eyes; she laughed, then sat up. She climbed off of me this time, walked over to my wardrobe, dug around for a moment, then grabbed a black shirt with "I see dumb people" written across the chest in white. She tossed it to me.

"C'mon slow poke. Scottie's mad."

"What'd you do this time?" I asked, slipping the shirt over my head.

"Oh, I compleated a 1080 on my skateboard, now he's pissed because he can't do it."

"Leme guess: You want me to break it up?"

"Um-hm." she said, nodding. She sat down on the edge of my bed, grabbed my shoes, and tossed those to me. Then she got up again, walked back to my wardrobe, and looked around for a pair of pants. She pulled some out, threw those over her shoulders, then grabbed some socks.

"You take too much care of me." I said, slipping the pants on and catching the socks she threw.

"I know. I have to. You wouldn't survive without me."

"Brat." She smiles, bearing all her teeth.

"I love you, too."

*-*-*-*

"Avril, what's the square root of 367?"

Avril stopped. She didn't know. No calculators allowed. And Avril sucked when it came to math.

"Uh...how should I know? It's uh odd number. I thought square roots only came with even numbers."

"No, Avril. It's not just an even number." Mr. Dravens said, glaring at Avril slightly.

"Then I don't know what the answer is." Avril said sturnly.

*-*

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Avril stared at me. I didn't look. I just continued eating my lunch. After another three minutes, I gave in finally.

"What?!"

"Why didn't you help me?"

"Dravens wouldn'tuh let me."

"You sure?"

I looked slightly sad. "No."

She locked her arm around mine, and rested her head against my shoulder.

"I don't like him."

"Well, I could kinduh see that."

She smiled.

"You wanna come over tonight?"

"Sure." I said, pulling my arm tighter around hers.

"We can watch uh movie."

"Which one?" I asked, swatting away a fly from her hair.

"Disturbing Behavior."

I laughed and sighed at the same time. "And how amny times have we seen that?"

Her smile widens. "A lot."

At the end of school, we climb into Avril's mom's car. Avril's possibly most favorite bands are Switchfoot, The Used, and Megadeath. At the moment, her mom had The Used playing in the car. When we got home, I knew Avril was going to blare Megadeath at top notch in her room.

Sure enough, when we got to Av's house, she dug around, found her Megadeath c.d., and walked into the house, me towing in the way. In her room, she dropped her bag and ran over to her c.d. player. She loaded the c.d. into the changer, pressed the track button, and stopped on "Sweating Bullets". Avril turned around and smiled, bearing all her teeth.

"Alright, alright." I said, giving in, "Turn it up."

//**//

Hello me... Meet the real me

And my misfits way of life

A dark black past is my

Most valued possession

Hindsight is always 20-20

But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy

Speak of mutually assured destruction?

Nice story... Tell it to Reader's Digest!

//**//

Avril sat down on the floor next to her bed. She flipped up the cover and crawled under. I waited; three minutes later, her Disturbing Behaivor D.V.D. slid out from under the cover that had fallen back. I bent down and picked it up. She crawled back out and stood.

"Alright. Let's go."

"Wait. Maybe we should do our homework first. That way we can get it outta the way."

She shrugged. "Alright."

I set the D.V.D. down, cranked the music two notches higher, and grabbed my English book.

//**//

Feeling paranoid

True enemy or false friend?

Anxiety's attacking me, and

My air is getting thin

I'm in trouble for the things

I haven't got to yet

I'm chomping at the bit, and my

Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets.

//**//

I sat on Avril's untidy bed and tried to remember all parts of noun aspects. Avril was reading with her feet propped against the wall, head hanging over the edge of the bed. She had her math book opened, held by both her hands; she had a pondered look on her face. Her nose scrunched up everytime she came to a problem she didn't understand. Her right eyebrow shot up when she got mad at the book. Finally, she just dropped it.

"I'm done." she said, flipping her legs over her head and landing on her feet. I raised an eyebrow at her.

"You sure?"

She shook her head. "Nope. But I don't get it."

"Babe, you had the book upside-down."

"I know. It makes it easier to read."

"Alright. Then what don't you get?"

She sat down and propped her head on her fists. Then she looked up me.

"All of it."

//**//

Hello me... It's me again

You can subdue, but never tame me

It gives me a migraine headache

Thinking down to your level

Yea, just keep on thinking it's my fault

And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance

Mankind has got to know

His limitations!

//**//

"What gives you the most trouble?" I asked, trying to pinpoint her problems.

"Mostly fractions, but then there's the mirror messuring...I really don't get that."

I decided not to help. Those had always been her worst problem, and I couldn't make her understand them. I might be her best friend, but it's still hard with math and Avril.

I moved from my position on the bed and sat down next to her.

"You'll get it sooner or later." I said, wrapping my arm around her shoulder. She shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess."

A knock on the door made us look up.

"Bryant? Your mom needs you at home for a moment. She said you could come right back over."

"Alright. Thanks Ms. Netter."

I got up and walked out of the room.

//**//

Feeling claustrophobic

Like the walls are closing in

Blood stains on my hands and

I don't know where I've been

I'm in trouble for the things

I haven't got to yet

I'm sharpening the axe and my

Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets

//**//

When I got back to Avril's house, she was sitting on the couch downstairs in front of the t.v.

"Slow poke." she said, smiling. "The movie's already in."

"I could tell. You didn't start it with out me, did you?"

She shook her head. "No. I've just been listening to my song."

"Oh."

//**//

Well, me... it's nice talking to myself

A credit to dementia

Some day you too will know my pain

And smile its blacktooth grin

If the war inside my head

Won't take a day off I'll be dead

My icy fingers claw your back

Here I come again!

//**//

She hit the play button. The menu popped up. As usual, Avril sat there and stared at Chad Donella's charactor U.V.

"He's cute." she said, her smile streching her lips over her teeth.

I rolled my eyes. "You say that everytime."

"I know," she said in a sighing sort of voice, "That's because it's true."

"Why do I hang out with you?" I joked.

"Because I'm your bestfriend." she said snuggling down next to me. I rolled my eyes again.

I kissed her forehead and thought:

'That might not be the only reason.'

//**//

Feeling paranoid

True enemy or false friend?

Anxiety's attacking me

And my air is getting thin

Feeling claustrophobic

Like the walls are closing in

Blood stains on my hands and

I don't know where I've been

Once you committed me

Now you've acquitted me

Claiming validity

For your stupidity

I'm chomping at the bit

I'm sharpening the axe

Here I come again, whoa!

//**//