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
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
"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.
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.