You Could Be Happy

Written by SailorGadget aka Ash

Disclaimer: Do not own Lonelygirl15. Do not own Greek. Do not own any songs quoted in fic. Do own plot line! But surely someone else has thought of this by now, right? xD

A/N: I felt like trying something new. I need a break from Sailor Moon X (writer’s block) and I was thinking about the Greek season finale. And…BANG! Idea. xD Anyway, I dunno how this will work out. I guess we’ll seeee. I’m a huge lonelycracker. I really am. I sit and hit f5 at 3 am hoping for a new video. I just sit there on the site, waiting….xP Erm, I know in the series Bree doesn’t have her possessions with her, because she’s…dead. But this is my fanfic, I call the shots. xD

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“Why, bleeding is breathing.

You’re hiding, underneath the smoke in the room.

Try, bleeding is believing.

I used to…”

“Is Jen K really your name?”

She felt the color drain from her face.

“Do you have an accent? I always thought you might have an accent!”

“N-no,” she stuttered, prepared to lie through her teeth, “Everything I told you about me is true.”

He looked so confused, “How do I believe that?”

She stood there now, in shock. What could she say? Nothing she had told him was even in the same ballpark as the truth. When he asked her about high school she lied. When he asked her how she was every day she lied. When he asked her what her name was she lied. She couldn’t think of one thing she had told him the truth about, except that she did love him.

Or is he just a replacement for Jonas?

The thought came from the back of her mind, taunting her.

“Why’d you have to tell me?”

You don’t know anything. You really don’t. I haven’t told you anything. I don’t want you to know. I don’t want you to be sucked into it. I just want to escape it. To forget it all ever happened.

But I can’t.

“The AP picked up the story. It’s going out on the wire, with my name on it. My first national byline…yay. By tomorrow everyone will know that I wrote the article.”

Everyone here, that is. Frankly, this is as close to Proving Science Wrong as I can get.

“You need to go tell Casey, now.”

“What about us?”

He moved away from her, looking awkward and confused.

And she stood there, not knowing what to do. Not knowing what would happen. Not knowing if she’d break down in hysterical sobs, again.

“Can you just go?” he looked at her briefly then back down to his feet, “Please?” he begged.

She grabbed her bag, turned and began to walk away.

It’s now or never, Bree.

She stopped abruptly and turned around, “Rusty...” Say it. Say it. He’ll want to know.

…I can’t.

“I’m sorry.”

Sorry for lying. Sorry for lying, again. Sorry for lying again and again and I want you to know that it hurts me more than it does you. It really does. You don’t know how much I want you to know. How much I just want someone to tell everything to. Someone’s shoulder to cry on.

He stood there, not responding, so she slowly walked back to the door, shut it, and left.

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Back at ZBZ

The door securely shut, she stood next to her bed and crouched down to pull up the floor board. She set it next to her on the ground, then pulled out the contents of her secret hiding place. An album, her camera, her old laptop, a few outfits, a turtle, and a purple monkey puppet came out.

She picked up the monkey and let out a sad sigh, “Hi P. Monkey.”

She hugged it to her chest and looked at the other items surrounding her. She set the monkey back down and picked up the turtle. Her fingers ran over the Band-Aid on its head.

“What do you two think? Do you think I can still pull off being Jen K?”

P. Monkey shook his head and Owen covered his eyes with his claws.

“Yeah,” Bree sighed, “That’s what I think too.” Setting down her two friends and picking up the photo album.

She flipped through the pages and looked at the familiar faces of her friends, her real friends. She looked up from the pictures. “Sorry you guys.” she said to her stuffed animals, “But.. Jonas and Daniel…they talked on their own.” No response came from the two on the bed and she looked back down to the pictures.

There were some of Daniel and her at the lake, the day they went swimming, some of them on the road, running from the watchers. Some of the three of them in Las Vegas, and some of them at Jonas’s house, all laughing at a joke Jonas had told.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered to them. She shut the book quickly and tossed it back to the ground, trying to hold back her tears threatening to fall.

Her hand hovered over her old laptop. “No,” she said to herself, “I can’t. It’ll make everything worse if I get back into all this order nonsense. I don’t want them to always be chased by the watchers…” A few seconds passed, her hand still hanging there in midair.

“But…maybe I could just see them. I wouldn’t have to say anything to them. They wouldn’t have to know.” A small smile passed over her face and she turned on her laptop. “Besides, starting tomorrow I’m going to have to be someone else. Not Bree, and not Jen K either.” She sighed.

After a few minutes of waiting, she was greeted with the familiar desktop of P. Monkey holding up a sign that read 5.0. She smiled bigger, remembering the time she made cookies with Daniel and P. Monkey.

She crawled up onto her bed and got comfortable, then double clicked on the ‘e’ icon. She typed the url in quickly, her heart beating so fast she thought for sure it would jump out of her ribcage.

She almost let out a scream of delight when she saw Jonas’s name in her friends list. She clicked on it and then a random video.

She braced herself to see her friends happy and well….but it never happened.

Her face fell as she heard and watched Jonas on the screen.

“That’s it! I’m-I’m done!” he sobbed, a look of hopelessness on his face.

“Jonas…” she whispered.

“Why couldn’t she have trusted us? Why couldn’t she have waited?” he cried harder, but didn’t turn off the camera, “We had a plan! We had a plan damn it! We could’ve saved you!”

“I did trust you,” she whispered. The tears started falling down her face as the video continued, until finally she was in hysterical sobs on her bed.

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“Anddddd. There. Done.” Daniel refreshed the page to see the newest vlog, Last Train To...

He moved the mouse over to the Sign Out button, but noticed something out of the corner of his eye.

Lonelygirl15 is online now? That can’t be right…Emma didn’t want to be involved in this anymore.

He clicked on the username, curiosity taking over.

“Last video watched: I’m Done Uploaded by jonastko on August 15th, 2007 21:08,” he read aloud.

Why would Emma have…

Wait…there’s no way.

‘Lonelygirl15 is now offline.’

But she..Bree…it can’t be…

He jumped to his feet and ran out of the hotel room.

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A/N: First chapter down. I’d say new chapter this week, but considering I have a ton of tests this week (and I haven’t bothered to study xP), I’m going to go ahead and stick with Friday night update. I love reviews. Review pleaseee. Thankies

Love Ash