Aaaaanannnnd I'm back with a new short! hehe Now, I have been on a Simple Plan high since Nov 13 (I MET THEM! *dies*), so I've been writing about them. Heh.

Title: Statue
Author: Schmooie/Steph
Pairing: David/OFC
Rating: PG-13
Summary: He made a mistake.
Warnings: Really sad and heartbreaking
Disclaimer: I don't own David or the other guys mentioned. I created Jessi so she's mine.
Feedback?: Yes, it is my crack.
A/N: The song used in this is "Statue" by Low Millions. Check it out if you can. If anyone wants me to upload it to yousendit, lemme know!

And here's two pics of David Desrosiers:




They had fought. They had fought really badly. There was no hope of reconciliation. And that’s what hurt her the most. He had clearly picked music over her. It wasn’t even that. It was the fact that he didn’t CARE.

She had called to tell him her grandmother passed away. She was very upset since she was very close to her grandmother, and all he said was “The show’s gonna start, I have to go.” He never said he was sorry for her loss, nor did he say he loved her. She waited that night for him to call her back after the show like he usually did, but the phone never rang. In fact, it didn’t ring for a week. She had to call him.

The day before her grandma’s funeral, she called his cell phone, hoping he was okay. She had just lost one person she loved, she didn’t want to hear anything was wrong with the only other person who held her heart. When he answered his phone she could hear loud laughter in the background.

“Hello?” he practically yelled into the phone.

“Hey, what’s up?” she asked, glad to hear that nothing was wrong.

“Nothing,” he said shortly.

“Oh.” She was hurt by his short answers, but she didn’t want to push it. “Well, I just wanted to call and see if you were alright. I haven’t heard from you in a week.”

“Yeah, we’ve been pretty busy,” he said distractedly.

“I see. Well, I just wanted to say I miss you and I love you. I’m going to my grandma’s funeral tomorrow and just wanted to talk to you for a bit, but it’s obvious you’re in the middle of something, so…” she trailed off.

“Yeah, things are kinda crazy right now. I’ll call you later.” And before she had a chance to say good-bye he hung up on her. She put the phone down in a daze, tears filling her eyes. She wondered what was going on and what she had done wrong.

Throughout the funeral, she cried. She cried for the loss of the woman who had raised her and taught her all she knew, and she cried for the loss of the one man that had ever taken the time to get to know her and make her feel like she was worth something.

Another week had gone by before she heard from him again, and once again, it was she who called him. She knew just how busy the band got on tour, but he had always taken at least a few minutes to call and say hi. Now he was just avoiding her. So, she called him on it.

“What’s going on?” she asked, the hurt obvious in her voice.

“What do you mean?” he asked, confused. She felt the tears in her eyes, but refused to cry them.

“Why haven’t you called? Is there something wrong over there?”

“We’re just…really busy lately.” He was being vague, and it was obvious he was lying.

“Please….don’t lie to me,” she choked out.

“What do you mean?” He was starting to get angry. She could hear it in his voice.

“I mean the excuse of your being really busy. I know how hectic it gets on tour, but you always tried to call before. Had I not called, I would never hear from you! I just want to know why you don’t want to talk to me. Did I do something wrong? Did I upset you somehow and not know it? What did I do?”

“No, you didn’t. I’m sorry I haven’t kept up with calling you, but this tour’s been crazier than ever.” His voice was empty; no emotion at all. He was lying again.

“You do realize I can tell you’re lying right?” She stood up and started pacing across their bedroom. He had asked her to move in last year when he got back from their tour of the world and she had quickly agreed. Now she was almost regretting it. “Listen, I don’t know what’s going on, but the fact that you haven’t called, and you’re acting weird is upsetting me. You didn’t even care that my grandmother died! I thought you liked her! I hate being lied to. I know this tour is important, and I can live with that. But when you start to push aside what’s happening back home, it hurts. I know it’s selfish to say that, but I can’t help it. You’re the only one I have left, and to see you so distant…” She took a deep breath, unable to finish her tirade.

“What do you want me to say?” he asked, angrily. She could imagine his face, the cold look in his eyes that he got when he was mad, and it made her shiver. “I have a job to do! I can’t just leave because you want me there!” he yelled. She stood on the other end of the line in shock. She never expected him to be there, but she had hoped he would at least comfort her a little bit. Was that too much to ask?

“I’d never ask you to do that, and you know it,” she said, trying to control her tears.

“Then why make such a big deal about it?” he accused.

“Maybe I was looking for some comfort from my boyfriend! God! My GRANDMOTHER died! The one who raised me!” she shouted down the phone. “All I wanted was a comforting word from you. But apparently I’m nowhere near as important as whatever it was that you were doing.” Hot tears coursed down her cheeks, but she paid no attention to them.

“How many times do I have to apologize?” he asked. “I was with some people from the record company! I couldn’t just leave the room. Hell, I wasn’t even supposed to have my phone on!”

“Then why didn’t you just say that? Why did you have to be short and annoyed?”

“I can’t stop what I’m doing just for you,” he said. His voice was cold and she felt like she couldn’t breathe. She had never heard him talk like this.

“I’m sorry if that’s what you thought I wanted, because it’s not. Maybe I’m selfish, but I just wanted to hear your voice. Do you realize how happy I get when you call just to say hello? Because that’s the highlight of my day. But I guess none of that matters. Because apparently as important as you are to me, I’m nothing special to you.”

He made a noise of disapproval over the line. “Listen, I don’t have time to deal with this-“

“Then I won’t make you deal with it anymore.” Her voice was soft and she hung up the phone, not wanting to hear anymore.

She didn’t know what had happened, but that was it. It was over. That was all the proof that she needed. He didn’t love her, and probably never did. Her vision blurred as more tears fell down her face. She should have known this would happen. She tried to have faith in herself and him, but everything was shattered. Now she had no where to go. Sure, she could visit family and friends for a while, but as soon as he came back from the tour, she was out of a place to actually LIVE.

She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, but it was to no avail. The tears kept pouring forth. She found a small suitcase and packed as much as she could into it. She would take the next month to visit her family.

He stared at his phone as she hung up on him. Had she just broken up with him?

“FUCK!” he yelled, throwing his phone across the bus. He flopped onto the small couch and placed his head in his hands. Things were not going the way they were supposed to.

~*~

Two days before he was due back home, she flew back to Montreal. She had spent the time with her aunt and uncle and their two little boys. Throughout the entire month, she never once heard from him, and each day she found it harder to try and go on. She knew that she should just move on, and that he was an ass, but that didn’t make it hurt less. For a year and a half, she thought she loved him, and he loved her. She was only half right, though. She did love him. With all her heart. But he didn’t love her. And he made it painfully obvious.

While she was in New York, she found an apartment near her aunt and uncle, and decided that since she needed to find somewhere to stay, she would live there, at least for a little while. She had applied to a few different daycare centers in the area and contacted her boss at her current job. Now all she needed to do was to go back to the house and pack up her things. She decided to leave early so she wouldn’t run into him. That was the last thing she needed.

She sighed and listened as the pilot announced their descent in Montreal and prepared herself for one of the hardest things she’d have to do.

~*~

She walked off the plane and into the busy airport. Even surrounded by people rushing along in their every day lives, she felt as though she was moving through quicksand; every step dragging her down. She walked down to the baggage claim, standing there waiting for her bag to make it’s way to her. Loud screams reached her ears and she turned to see what was going on. It was then that she saw 5 very recognizable men headed toward the baggage claim area. She turned quickly, her eyes filling with tears at the sight of him.

“Jess?” She cringed at the voice. She had hoped no one would recognize her. She blinked quickly and plastered a fake smile on her face. She turned to face Pierre, the lead singer of the band her now ex-boyfriend was in.

“Hey Pierre,” she said softly. He walked the short distance between them and hugged her tightly. When he pulled away, he held her at arm’s length and looked her over, concern washed over his face.

“Are you alright? You look sickly,” he said quietly, trying to catch her eyes which had averted to the ground. She was very pale and tired looking, her face thin and worn, and her clothes were a little more loose than usual. When she looked back up she saw him standing behind Pierre. His jet black hair hung over his eye as he watched her, a blank look on his face. He made no movement toward her and she averted her eyes so he wouldn’t see her tears. The other band members watched in confusion as Jess and David stared at each other. Neither made a move. They had no idea what had gone on between the couple, but it was easy to see that things weren’t okay.

David watched as his best friend hugged his ex-girlfriend. But Pierre didn’t know that they had broken up. No one did. But now it was all too obvious. He wasn’t sure what to do or feel now that she was standing in front of him. Pierre was right though; she looked sick. She didn’t look like his Jessi anymore. He shook his head. She WASN’T his Jessi anymore. And he had no one to blame but himself.

She couldn’t be in the same room as him any longer. She could feel her heart breaking every second that he didn’t say anything or acknowledge her. She wanted so desperately to run over to him and bury her face in his chest, feeling his arms wrap around her, his lips on hers, the cold metal of his lip ring startling her, like it did every other time. But he didn’t want that.

“I’m sorry. I-I have to go,” she choked out. She turned and picked up her bags, walking away quickly. She couldn’t let him see her cry. She slowed down as she reached the exit and walked out into the chilly December air. As soon as she knew no one had followed her, she let the tears fall. Her heart felt like it was being squeezed too tightly, only to break into pieces. The wind blew, nearly freezing her tears as they fell onto her cheeks. She made her way through the snowy slush to her car. She had a friend drop it off for her so she would be able to go to the house and leave as quickly as possible. But once again, her plans were interrupted. Now he was back, and she couldn’t go back into the house while he was there. That would hurt too much.

She placed her luggage in the trunk of the car and sat inside, with the car running, waiting for it to warm up. Her tears had stopped, and she had become numb. A song started playing on the radio, and she vaguely remembered hearing it before. It was about heartbreak, and how one can be so in love that without the other person he’s just…existing.

Without you
I’ve been standing 'round here like a statue
Laying on the floor thinking about you
I talk to myself like the crazies do
Otherwise I’m great
What about you
Yeah, what about you

A choked sob left her body, and she tried to hold herself in check as she pulled out of the parking spot.

~*~

David stared after her. He wanted to run to her, to hold her and apologize over and over again. But he had messed up so badly, she surely wouldn’t want him anymore. So he adopted a cool exterior and collected his bags while his band mates looked on in shock and confusion. He knew what they were thinking. What had gone wrong between him and Jessi? Why didn’t he even acknowledge her? Hell if he knew. He wasn’t even sure what had happened. He got stressed out and busy and unknowingly took it out on the woman he loved. He sighed inwardly and started walking out the doors. He didn’t feel like dealing with anyone’s questions. He hoped that she was going back to their house. He wanted to talk to her.

As he stepped out into the icy weather he heard the sound of squealing tires and crunching metal. Looking out at the intersection to see what was going on he saw a car that was all too familiar smashed into a tree. He dropped his bags and broke into a run.

“JESSI!!!!”

~*~

He stood in the snow, his black suit contrasting the scene around him. The ground was pure white, and from above he looked like a black speck in the snow. His whole body had gone numb an hour ago, when he first reached the cemetery. Everyone had long gone, his friends standing by a car parked far enough away so they couldn’t see him. They knew how hard it was for him to say good-bye to her, so they gave him his privacy as he said his last words to her.

Jessi had pulled out of the parking lot and into the intersection when another car came speeding by, hitting her car and plowing it into a nearby tree. The other driver claimed not to have seen Jessi’s car. By the time he got there, she was taking her last breaths.

The last thing he heard her say was his whispered name.

He sniffed and tried to hold back his tears valiantly, but it was no use. His Jessi was gone, and he never got a chance to apologize to her for what he’d done. He held a tiger lily in his hand, her favorite flower. Throwing the flower into her grave, he finally let the tears flow from his hazel eyes. Falling to his knees, he sobbed openly for the first time since she had passed away.

“I’m so sorry Jessi. It’s all my fault,” he said brokenly. He knew it was his fault. If he had paid more attention to what was going on in her life and not snapped at her, she’d still be here. She never would have left to visit her family, and she never would have driven out of the airport parking lot. “Wherever you are, I hope you know I always loved you. I never stopped. I’m sorry I did this to you.” His voice cracked as more sobs racked his body. The snow was leaving his knees cold and wet but he didn’t care. The only thing he could feel was the pain of losing her.

He sat there, sobbing for nearly 20 minutes until Seb came to get him.

“Come on David,” he said softly. He helped his friend up and placed his arm around his shoulder. Tears still fell from David’s eyes, and he looked behind him while he and Seb walked away.

“Good-bye,” he whispered to her grave. He knew, though, that though he had said good-bye, he’d never forget her.

No?

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Wow. That was so sad! It was amazing though. I enjoyed reading it.

~Stacy~

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*wails*

SO SAD!

:heartbeat: Pat

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Steph...oh my...that was so good. I don't know how you do it, but seriously your short stories (the sad ones of course) always bring me to tears.

This time though, a sob actually escaped my lips. Brilliant my dear. :hug:

Thanks for reading Stacy, Pat, and Blondie. It means a lot to me. I'm starting to scare myself with these angsty stories!

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You guys are the best!

That was so gut wrenching it rated 3 hankies. :cry2: :cry2: :cry2:
And a piece of Marie Callendar chocolate cheesecake!

Another great story, there is such readability in your style. Keep up the good work sweetie.

BTW the cheesecake was delish! :blush:



Catwoman (MEOW)

Aww Catwoman! :hug:

Thanks for reading this!! And thank you so much for the compliments! :blush: