I've recently gotten into writing short stories based on songs. I figured I'd share this one, based on one of my favorite All Time Low songs, Jasey Rae. I recommend listening to the acoustic version, by the way. The regular version has an awkwardly placed(i.m.o.) instrumental, which the acoustic version skips. Flows better, I think.

Be warned that there are sexual themes and foul language in this. And note that it switches between perspectives.

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"Just forget it." I snarled at him. "You never meant a thing."

"It's not that I didn't mean it." He said, his eyes shining with emotion. "It's just..."

"You lied about all of it." I accused, trying not to lose my composure.

"But, Jasey, please." He closed his eyes, as if in pain. "I didn't want to hurt you, I just-"

"Just couldn't help yourself, right?" I scoffed, glaring at his perfect face.

"I made a mistake." He sighed.

"Well, sometimes, Alex, mistakes just can't be forgiven." I growled, turning and storming out of the room, forcefully slamming his bedroom door behind me.

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"Jasey..." I whispered as the door was shut in my face. I didn't go after her. What would I say? All I wanted was to sleep with you for a good time last night. I didn't mean any of the promises I made, didn't intend to keep you as anything more than a memory. She was right; I was nothing but a liar.

Hating myself as I fell to my knees, I took my head in my hands and, for the first time in a long time, I wept. She was beautiful, funny, smart, everything that I wanted. I couldn't believe how perfect she'd seemed. But I'm not the sort that looks for lasting relationships. A fun-filled one night stand appealed to me much more than years of dedication and devotion. I knew that she wouldn't have consented if I hadn't promised her she was something more than that.

"Alex, you are a fucking bastard." I spat, furious with myself. Why was I so upset over this, anyway? I'd planned on leaving her in the morning, anyway. Just, not this way. I blinked my eyes hard and glanced over to my closet, where I knew my guitar was safely kept. Getting to my feet, I walked over and opened the door, grabbing my old acoustic and sitting on my bed.

My fingers began to play of their own accord, and as music began to sound around the room, words began forming in my head, and I soon started to sing.

"Call me a name, kill me with words. Forget about me it's what I deserve." I paused. "Just forgive me."

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I went home and cried my heart out, trying to forget about the night before. I'd spilled my heart to him, told him things that I'd never told anyone, gave him whatever he wanted, and he repaid me by telling me that it was only one night. After he'd promised that I meant more to him than that. I couldn't believe anyone could be so heartless.

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Before I knew it, I had a piece of paper with lyrics scribbled down. Looking over them, I wondered to myself if it would be enough. Even if it wasn't, I had to do something. I had to try to make things right.

I began to sing her song, over and over again, until I knew I had it memorized. I could hardly play it without choking up, and didn't know if I had the courage to do what I knew I had to.

Finally, I stood up and put my guitar in its case, gently folding the lyrics inside with it. I grabbed my cell phone from my night stand and slipped it in my pocket. Where would she be now? Hopefully, she'd be at home. Alone.

I drove to the little white house on Shoemaker Road and parked out front, only to notice that her red convertible was nowhere in sight. Next to her usual parking spot was a white Dodge. Maybe whoever was home would know where she was. But what if they asked why I needed her? What if she'd told them what happened? The questions shot through my head, but I swallowed my pride and walked up to the front door. I hesitated for a moment before pressing the doorbell.

"Yes?" An elderly woman came to answer the door after a few moments. I cleared my throat.

"Hi, um... Is Jasey here?"

"No, I'm sorry, she's not here right now. May I ask who you are?"

"Alex." I answered after hesitating.

"Oh." Judging by her response, I assumed she knew what had happened. "Well, I'll tell her you came by, and-"

"Wait!" I cut her off as she started to close the door. "I need to see her. Please, just tell me where she is. It's important." The lady gave me a long, hard look.

"She's at the bar." She told me at last. "But I wouldn't bother her if I were you. I'd just go home and forget about it."

"I'm sorry, I can't do that." I said. "Thank you." With that, I turned and walked back to my car, leaving the gray-haired lady watching my curiously from the door.

I pulled out of the driveway and turned my car toward town. The bar, of course. The same bar where we'd met a week earlier. The same bar where I'd offered to take her home last night, promising her that she was more than just another beautiful girl. The same bar where I'd lied to her so effortlessly.

I parked out in front of the bar and climbed out. I started to take my guitar out of the trunk, but then wondered if it might be better to take only the paper with the lyrics. Maybe I could just give her the note and walk out. I mentally shook myself. No. I had to do this the right way or not at all. I grabbed my guitar and walked into the building. I was good friends with the bartender, and knew he'd let me play there. I just needed to make sure Jasey heard.

"Alex! The usual, I assume?" Barry greeted me cheerfully. I shook my head.

"No, Barry. Tonight, I just need your stage." He gave me a worried glance.

"What's up, son? You look really down."

"I made a mistake, and I need to fix it. All I need is four minutes and a place to play."

"You've got it." Barry smiled softly. "Just go on up the back way."

"Thank you." I said gratefully, turning and weaving my way through the crowd, trying to spot Jasey before she spotted me.

I didn't see her until I was up on stage with my guitar at the ready. The instant she saw me, she turned away from the group of girls she was with and began to walk out the door.

"Jasey, wait!" I yelled desperately. She paused for a moment, and I grabbed the microphone. "Don't go yet." She glared at me, and I didn't know what to do, so I began to play.

"Lights out
I still hear the rain
These images that fill my head
Now keep my fingers from making mistakes
Tell my voice what it takes to
Speak up, speak up
And keep my conscience clean when I wake

Don't make this easy
I want you to mean it, Jasey
Say you mean it

You're dressed to kill
I'm calling you out
Don't waste your time on me

Now there's an aching in my back
A stabbing pain that says I lack
The common sense and confidence
To bring an end to promises
That I make in times of desperate conversation
Hoping my night
Could be better than theirs in the end
Just say when

Don't make this easy
I want you to mean it, Jasey
Say you mean it

You're dressed to kill
I'm calling you out
Don't waste your time on me"
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I watched in awe as Alex began to sing. I knew at once that he'd written the song for me, and couldn't bring myself to walk out the door. I slowly turned and stood as the crowd began to look at each of us in turn. His eyes met mine as he continued to sing.

"I've never told a lie
And that makes me a liar
I've never made a bet
But we gamble with desire
I've never lit a match
With intent to start a fire
But recently
The flames are getting out of control

Call me a name, kill me with words
Forget about me, it's what I deserve
I was your chance to get out of this town
But I ditched the car and left you to

Wait outside
I hope the air will serve to remind you
That my heart is as cold
As the clouds of your breath
And my words are as timed
As the beating in my chest"

He played the last few notes of the song and looked at me pleadingly. "Just forgive me." He said softly, so that it was almost impossible to hear. I didn't know how to respond, and realized with a start that tears had welled up in my eyes. I couldn't let myself be hurt again. I gave him one last, desperate glance, and then rushed out the door.
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The whole room watched as Jasey left the bar, and I couldn't stop a tear from falling down my face as I saw her go. I would never see her again, I knew that. I had made a mistake that she couldn't forgive, and now I had to live with the consequences. I put my guitar back in the case and stuffed the piece of paper inside with it. Keeping my head low, I left without a word to anyone.

I drove home in total silence, dragging my guitar up to my room and tossing it on the bed. I opened it up and grabbed the written lyrics before putting the case back in my closet. I stared long and hard at the piece of paper in my hand before balling it up and throwing it at the door, where it would stay on the floor for the next week, until I showed it to the guys and told them that we would play Jasey's song forever, because I knew it was the only way I had left to say sorry.