This is for metrokarateacademyrocks's writing contest. I don't own How I Survived Middle School, "It's What's Living For" and Drew (those belong to metrokarateacademyrocks), the iPod, Microsoft Word, or "Teardrops On My Guitar".

Jenny POV

After another exhausting night of arguing with Drew, I went to my room, locked the door, and booted up my computer to try to type a report for our Greek mythology project. Instead, I just stared at the blank Microsoft Word document for who-knows-how long. I definitely know that my parents came home, and my mom came up and knocked on my door, then left, thinking I was asleep. I sighed. So much was going on. Is sixth grade really supposed to be this hard, or is Joyce Kilmer just making it hard on us? Or maybe it's the Fates...Ergh! That Greek mythology is really getting to my head. I took a glance at my clock. 12:03. Already past midnight. I opened my door and went downstairs to get a midnight snack. My parents were asleep, and I got an itching feeling to play the piano at this time of night. I didn't resist. I sat down on the bench and thought about what song to play. Then I spotted the family iPod. That's odd. I didn't know we had an iPod. Oh, well. I placed it on shuffle and silenced the music. I muttered,"First up is..."Teardrops On My Guitar' by Taylor Swift."

I smiled to myself, and let my fingers dance across the keys, as I quietly sang.

Drew looks at me. I sucked in my breath before continuing. This is an odd coincidence. Drew. But at least the feelings of Taylor Swift to the Drew mentioned in the song isn't the same as my feelings to Andrew Hayden. Right? I fake a smile so he won't see. What I want, what I need. Everything that we should be. Lousy partners? I bet she's beautiful- that girl he talks about. Somewhere in the back of my mind, Dana popped in. And she's got everything that I have to live without!

Drew talks to me. I laugh 'cause it's just so funny. Hmph. More like scream at him for hours. Why does Taylor Swift have to write about boys? She needs to right more songs AGAINST boys. That I can't even see anyone when he's with me. He says he so in love; he's finally got it right. Uh, oh. There's that gut-wrenching feeling that I felt when I heard about Drew asking Dana out. Oh, no. Please, no. I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night. Well, that part's not so bad. I do think about him all night. About him trying to tread water above the Mariana Trench, and I'm on a boat, laughing at him, and then he drowns.

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar. I have a guitar? Wait, that's a stupid question. I did a mental slap on the forehead. The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star. That he dies! He's the song in the car, I keep singing, don't know why I do. Okay, I used to love this song, but now I'm starting to hate it.

Drew walks by me. Can't he tell that I can't breathe. Not the same thing because I want to strangle myself for being stuck with him for a partner. And there he goes, so perfectly. Not! The kind of flawless I wish I could be. Hm, let me think...ABSOLUTELY NOT! She better hold him tight, give him all her love. Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky 'cause. No, I'm lucky because that means Drew won't be showering me with insults that often.

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar. The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star. He's the song in the car, I keep singing, don't know why I do. This is getting annoying. Aghh, why am I still singing this song?

So I drive home alone. Walk home, take the bus home, whatever. As I turn out the light, I'll put his picture down and maybe get some sleep tonight. If I had a picture of him, I would most likely stab it with a kitchen knife, or the needle on my math compass if my parents were around. That would definitely get me to sleep.

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar. The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart. And there's that gut-wrenching feeling again. I groaned. He's the song in the car, I keep singing, don't know why I do. Yes, someone tell me why I keep singing this stupid song, when I don't even want to. He's the time taken up, but there's never enough. Never enough time to do our project because he keeps forgetting things! And he's all that I need to fall into... Fall into what? I bit my lip. This is not happening. I am NOT falling in love with...him!

Drew looks at me. I fake a smile so he won't see.

I sighed. Finally this stupid song is over. Now, I can get some sleep.

Dana POV at the same time

"Drew, ARE YOU FRIGGIN' SERIOUS! You left my iPod at McAfee's house!" I yelled into the phone.

"Well, we were arguing with each other about the Greek mythology project. It must've fell out when she grabbed my backpack, shoved it at me, and threw me out of the house," Drew tried to explain.

"THAT IS A LAME EXCUSE!" I countered. Then I shut my phone.

How will I get any shut-eye, with the fact that McAfee might find out what song we're doing for the talent show?

Okay, I hope you like it. Review! Flames will be given to Jenny to burn Drew, that is, if she still wants to.

TGPF