[Could You Love Me To Death?] 1 [Alex Gaskarth]

From a young age I thought of love like it was a drug. It wasn't necassarily needed, but comforting to have. The worst part of drugs is also the worst part of love, One you get a taste of it you're addicted. Love, like drugs, usually sends you spiraling downwards, or at least it was that way for me. My love story is very much like that of an incurable addict, highly depressing and completely hopeless.

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I walked into the the office like every other day. It was a routine. Wake up, get dressed, go to work. My life pretty much revolved around my work, hence how I got a satisfying job. I was a journalist. To you this may seem boring but I loved it. Writing was like second nature to me. It's just a part of who I am.
Sitting in a tiny cubicle wasn't the most exciting thing ever but I loved it all the same. My cubicle was very different from everyone elses. Where others had picture of family and friends, mine was covered in band posters. While some of the er..., less intelligent, girls had vouge filling their bookshelves, mine was filled with the classic works of literature.
I had started shifting through the pile of manila folders on my desk when my phone rang.
"Juliet speaking" I said into the phone. An enthusiastic "Hi" came from the other line. I smiled and instinctivly looked to left. A blonde haired girl's head was ticking over the cubicle wall. She had the phone to her ear and was smiling widely. I gave her a look and spoke into the phone.
"Jamiecakes, can you wait five minutes to call me. I just got in" I said tiredly.
"Hmmmm" she said, "Nope. I've been meaning to ask you to look over an article I wrte"
"Jamie, how many times must I tell you that I can never find anything wrong with it. Everytime I looked over your articles they're flawless."
"Thank you m'dear but I don't think this one is. It just feels like it's missing something" she said.
"Allright, give it here" I said.
"Yay!" she said, "Oh and I need to borrow a book"
"Which one?" I asked, "You've raided my shelve god know how may times. Haven't you read them all?"
"Probably not, Jules" she said, "Your cabinet is impossible. It's like it's going to suck me in"
"There isn't that many books" I stated. She gave me a skeptical look and I smiled. "Okay so I have alot but It's not going to eat you"
"You never know" she warned. I laughed and bent down to the book shelf.
"What book?" I asked.
"Ummmmmm" she said pondering, "Do you have Anna Karenina?"
"I sure do" I said pulling it out and handing it to her. That was what I loved about Jamie, she was the funnest person I knew, but also had an incredibly huge mind. People were usually thrown off about how much she knew once they had seen her personality. She was refreshing after working with barbie dolls for so long.
"What are you up to tonight?" she asked.
"Interview" I said casually.
"For where!" she exclaimed.
"AP magazine, I love this job but writing about crooked politicians and drugged up celebrities isn't my favorite type of writing"
"I would have to agree with you there" she chuckled. "Take me with you!"
"I doubt i'm going to get the job" I said.
"You've got to be kidding me Juliet, you're the most sucessful Journalist here."
"Not really."
"And they hand all the important articles to you because your bad at your job?"
"Shuddup" I replied pouting.
"Trust me you'll get the job" she said.
"Thanks Jamie" I said smiling.
"No problem kiddo" she said leaning over the wall and ruffling my hair. After a half an hour of softing through folders I was seconds from sleep. I put my head don and was almost out when screaming erupted. I shot up straight.
"Who, What, When, Where, Why?" I asked.
"Jeez Jules, your job even effect your dreams" I heard Jamie say. I groaned and put my head on my desk.
"Let me guess, some random star is coming in here to complain about what we wrote and all the girls are trying to propose to him?"
"Sounds about right" Jamie said. We worked at the city's newspaper but now and again there were some celebrities that did something so stupid, they got into a serious papaer.
"Who is it this time?" I asked.
"I don't know" she said shrugging. I groaned.
"If it's britney spears asking about that article I was forced to write tell her I didn't enjoy it either" I said. Jamie laughed. "and if she doesn't listen punch her for me, i'm too tired" Jamie laughed harder and flicked my head. I swatted her hand away but she pulled my chair out.
"Come on, you're in desperate need of coffee" she said. I mumbled a yes and got up.
"You look like a zombie" she said seriously.
"I feel like one" I replied. Jamie laughed but continued to pull me along.
"Care to tell me why you didn't get sleep?" she asked.
"An article" I yawned. I was so good at lying that I surprised myself sometimes. The two things that came easily to me were writing and lying. Sadly I used the second almost as much as the first.
"Alright" she said looking at aprehensibly. Jamie was the only one who could pick out my lies and even she couldn't decipher all of them.
As we walked out I saw dirty blonde hair sticking out of the horde of girls surrounding whoever it was.
"Poor guy" I said
Leaning now into the breeze
Remembering sunday he falls to his knees
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