A/N: Me and my friend were sitting at my house listening to Trapt's self-titled album...And we thought of a fanfic plot (actually we kind of acted it out between the two of us, between our fits of giggles...except we were less...you know...lovers? Ahahah). So we decided to finally get things rolling and write it. We go back and forth, I write a chapter, then her. It's our first (well mine, she's also started another fic under her name aswarmofsharks)fic so I hope you enjoy, and do review if you'd like :D Thanks guys! I hope you like it, we tried our best.

OH,and thanks to Vampire Princess for Betaing our shizz. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 You own.

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Chester's POV

Circling your, circling your, circling your head,

Contemplating everything you ever said

Now I see the truth, I got doubt

A different motive in your eyes and now I'm out

See you later

I see your fantasy, You want to make it a reality paved in gold

See inside, Inside of our heads (yeah)

Well now that's over

I see your motives inside, decisions to hide.

You're sitting across from me eyes staring down at the glass table in front of us. I grasp my hand so tightly around my beer bottle I almost think the skin on my knuckles will split. I won't stop gazing at you, not in a loving manner as I would have in the past, but more of a confused one or to put it frankly -- a glare that is meant to telepathically stop your breathing. I can't believe I'm even still sitting here. What the fuck do you want from me anyway? Just sitting there plotting how to break me…It won't work my dear. I'm done. We're done.

Just as I was thinking my glare had actually worked because I hadn't seen your chest rise in a while…You take one large breath and look up at me. I quickly turn my own gaze to the table, and then throw my head back and take a large swig of beer.

"Chaz-"

"Don't call me that…" I say casually, with a hint of spite hidden behind it. You haven't called me Chazy since things broke off. You probably don't remember that, but I sure as hell do. No Shinoda, only my friends call me that now. How long has it been since you and I have been friendly to each other? The most we've said to each other within the last two years has been a "good show" or perhaps a "have you seen my toothbrush?". It hurt for a while, now I've convinced myself I will not fall into your little trap again. No matter what.

"Let's talk about things..." you whisper almost in a tone a child would have when face to face with the principal. The thought of that makes me want to crack up laughing because you almost look like a child, hands in your lap, playing with your fingers nervously, eyes wandering around the room after a brief second of eye contact. Luckily I keep my composure though.

"What things?" I say sprawling out more comfortably on the couch, kind of enjoying the awkward tone in your voice.

"I guess…I don't know…er…us?"

"What the fuck is there to say?" I shout and, after shotgunning my last bit of beer, get up to leave.

"Chester…I still love you…and I-" you say in a tender tone. I pause for a second standing in the doorway that leads to our "rooms" if you could even call them that.

"No… No you don't." I say mostly to myself.

"I do th-"

"SHUT UP! No, don't start this, I see what you're getting at and the answer is NO. With all the shit you put me through, the fuckin' arguments and everything you said to me… It did fuckin' hurt you know! I don't know what fuckin' fantasy land you live in but here, it's not that easy. It's done Mike, it has been for 2 years. It's through. We're through." I say in a harsh tone, still leaning against the frame of the doorway, for some reason unable to move from that spot.

Back off I'll take you on

Headstrong to take on anyone

I know that you are wrong

Headstrong we're Headstrong

Back off I'll take you on

Headstrong to take on anyone

I know that you are wrong and this is not where you belong

I can't give everything away

I won't give everything away

"But…Chester...I...I'm sorry. I know I messed up, if I could go back and change it, I would. I mean, it took me so long to finally be able to sit down and speak to you about all this but it's definitely been on my mind…Ches..." you break off just as I feel a hand placed upon my shoulder. I look up from the ground which I had been staring at, as if it were going to move out from underneath me since you had started your grand speech.

"Sure Mike, it's just that easy right? No," I yell, furiously pushing your hand off of my shoulder "and don't touch me, back off if you know what's good for you! I won't do this ... Not again. I have all I need now and you are not a part of that. Go back to your little fuckin' dream world, we're on tour and I don't need you fucking with my mind right now. We are not together and won't ever be. We are nothing." I look at you. We're almost face to face, a little too close for comfort…You look very hurt, and I don't feel remorse…You hurt me. I storm off, lay down on my bunk and close the curtain, to have some alone time. Just me, and my dear notebook.

Conclusions manifest, your first impressions got to be your very best

I see you're full of shit, and that's alright

That's how you play, I guess you'll get through every night

Well now that's over

I see your fantasy, you want to make it a reality paved in gold

See inside, inside of our heads (yeah) Well now that's over

I see your motives inside, decisions to hide

I know, I know all about

I know, I know all about your motives inside, and your decision to hide

No, I think to myself, no…I can't. I don't know why I'm so fuckin' confused over this. You've crushed me. "Chester, I can't do this…" you said. I couldn't even look at you. Once I thought I was getting over you, you go and do this. What the fuck are you doing to me? I decide to write something, anything. I open my notebook and look through the stuff I had written previously, glancing over all the scratched out words and squinting to see what I had once wanted to say but changed it in fears of revealing a little too much. 'In Pieces' stands out for two reasons. For one, when I wrote it I had written "A Song For My Mikey" as the title the first time, then after getting angry and embarrassed scribbled it out ferociously until I tore through the thin sheet of paper. The second thing that caught my eye was the small tear stains over some of the words that made the ink run slightly.

You had read the lyrics, and loved them and I did nothing but nod as if saying "yeah, okay, whatever asshole" and you handed them back. The funny thing is you thought it was written about my divorce. I laugh out loud slightly, then remember what I originally pulled my notebook out for. This one will be different for sure, it'll probably be more of a journal entry or letter that you'll never actually receive, rather than a song or poem like I would normally write.

Dear Michael,

Fuck you. I can't go back to you. I really wish I could, I loved it when you said my name. I loved it when you finally said you loved me again. It's been two years since I've heard those words from you. You chose the other path though… Why would you change your mind now? God, I've spent almost every day of the time we've been apart in this same position, laying here writing to you or about you. I wrote endless songs directed toward you either about how much I love you or how much I just want to rip your face off sometimes. I was hurt and upset, now I'm just confused and angry that you would even put me in this position. I know I still love you, it's obvious. I can't do this though. I cannot be with you. I'm here on tour with you, so fuckin' be happy I'm even still around. Maybe that'll help you sleep at night. I wouldn't let your shit destroy our band, not after we've come so far. Whatever, I'm done. I don't even know why I would consider for a second that you could be true in wanting to come back to me. You made it clear that you didn't want this anymore two fuckin' years ago. I convinced myself that it's over, and it's over forever. You should do the same. I've been in the position you're in now, and I know it all too well but it's too late Mikey. Way too late. Regret is a pain in the ass, huh? Well I guess you could say this is my revenge for all the pain you had caused me. Thanks for fuckin' me up some more, it's just what I needed. I hope you're happy with your fuckin' self.

I set down my notebook after glaring at my own scribbled mess of words. I know it was a bit harsh, but hell, no one will see it anyway. Nonetheless, it was also all true. Very true. I put on my headphones and blast Stone Temple Pilots – Sour Girl so I wouldn't hear anyone outside of my bunk. I then curl up under the blanket and hold onto my pillow for dear life. I don't even know how it was even possible but eventually I drifted off to sleep.

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