For Love A 'Girl' Fan Fiction **Disclaimer: I am not in any way affiliated with the writers/director/producer of this movie. I felt the need to continue on with the Girl saga in Todd's POV. This is only FICTION! I am purely borrowing these characters.

Her words went through me like a stab from a knife. "It's alright, Todd. Everything's alright." The phrase sounded all to familiar to me, as I'd said multiple times before. But no one had ever said it to me. I now knew what Andrea went through when I'd said those exact words to her. And it felt horrible.

She left me there, alone in Carla's apartment. I lay there in my bed, thoughts going threw my head. Had I screwed this thing up for good? But I already knew the answer. Yes.

At first, I didn't think anymore of Andrea than I did any other fan. I thought she was just another 'groupie', and I took advantage of her feelings for me. And when I finally discovered that I had feelings for her, it was too late. And now she was gone.

I grabbed my cigarettes from the side of my bed and lit one up, and exhaled the gray smoke. I got up from my bed and pulled on a pair of jeans that were in a heap on the floor. Carla came in a few moments later and looked at me with a questioning look on her face. "What's going on?"

"I told Andrea how I felt." I said, inhaling more of my cigarette.

Carla set her bag down on the table. "And?"

"It was too late." I walked over to the piano, and began to play a few notes. "Too fucking late."

I looked over at Carla who had a small smirk on her face. "What's that about?" I asked, interested in what she was thinking about.

"I knew this would happen." She said and walked over to the sofa and sat down.

"And how exactly did you know?" I asked, somewhat annoyed at the pleasure she was taking in this situation.

"She was different. She wasn't like the other girls. I knew you would realize that once you left to go on tour. And once you came back, she'd already gone out on her own, to become her own person."

I stamped out my cigarette in the ashtray. "You're right. Listen, I'm gonna go. I have to think."

"Alright." Carla said.

And Carla WAS right. I had screwed up something that was quite possibly the best thing to ever happen to me.

I pulled on a shirt, and grabbed my jacket and left the apartment. I walked around the city for hours, gathering my thoughts, which often turned to Andrea. The moment I first saw her rushing into the backstage area where I was, looking for the bathroom, I saw an insecure girl, who needed guidance. But the girl I saw in my apartment moments ago wasn't that same girl at all. She'd become a secure woman, who no longer needed me to feel happy with herself.

I walked into a diner after I'd finished my little walk. I sat down at a booth near the back. The waitress immediately came over. She was a chubby, middle-aged woman, who wore too much makeup.

"Coffee?" She asked.

"Yeah. Thanks" I said. The waitress filled the cup with coffee.

"Anything else?"

Andrea. "Not at the moment thanks." I told her, and she walked off. All I really wanted at that moment was Andrea there, right beside me. She'd be heading to Brown in a few weeks, and I knew I may never see her again.

After I finished my coffee, I again went out, and headed back to the apartment to try to sleep. I had trouble falling to sleep that night, I thought too much of Andrea. I knew it'd be a while before my life would go back to normal, and I could once again return to the life I had known previously. A life of meaningless one night stands with groupies who wanted nothing more than to get close.