--Disclaimer—don't own 'em, just like playin' with 'em…enjoy


Lying on my bed crying wouldn't do me any good. But it's what I was doing. Imam and Riddick weren't home. Not supposed to be for a few hours. Enough time for me to cry myself to sleep and avoid their questions. My boyfriend of four months had just broken up with me, via vid-phone, because I refused to sleep with him. I couldn't! I mean, I wasn't even sure I loved him, not like I love…

"Jack?"

Riddick.

I wiped my eyes and sat up quickly.

"Hey, I wasn't expecting you home for a while," I said smiling slightly, even though my eyes are shining with tears.

His eyes narrowed.

"I can tell. Now, you wanna tell me why you been cryin' Kid?"

Damn him and his fucking "Riddick senses".

"It's nothing," I lie.

"Don't try that bullshit with me Kid."

Kid? Again? That got me angry.

"Kid?" I ask icily, "Is that how you see me?"

"Of course."

Something in me snapped then, "Get out!" I yelled, "Get the fuck out Riddick! And get it through that fuckin' thick skull of yours! I AM NOT A FUCKING KID ANYMORE!"

He didn't move, so I stormed to the open door, shoved him into the hallway and managed to slam the door before I began to cry again. I threw myself on my bed for the second time that day, this time with a second and third reason to cry. An hour later, I heard a knock on my door. Annoyed, I threw a picture of Riddick and myself at the door and turned on my system as high as I could stand it. A 20th century pop ballad came on, listening to the words, I recognized the song to be Fantasia's "Truth Is". What an appropriate song, especially now. Putting the song on repeat, I let myself cry. A few hours later, I hear a soft tapping on my door and Imam's voice.

"Jack, may I come in?"

And all the feelings that I thought were gone,

Came rushing back to me at once.

Tried to smile and hide the way I felt,

But I was thinking to myself.

I turned my system down and yelled to him,

(Truth is) I never got over you,

(Truth is) wish I was standing in her shoes.

(Truth is) And when it's all said and done

Guess I'm still in love with you.

(Truth is) I never should've let you go,

(Truth is) and it's killing me cuz now I know.

(Truth is) And when it's all said and done,

Guess I'm still in love with you.

"Yes, Imam, you can come in. But leave that asshole, I know he's with you, out there!"

After a few seconds of murmuring, the door opened and Imam walked in, carrying in with him a tray of food, and shutting an annoyed, and worried looking, Riddick, out. He set the tray on my bed and waited until I had scrubbed my eyes dry with the palms of my hands, before he began to talk.

"Now my girl, talk to me."

I sighed and nibbled at the toast he brought me.

"It's just," I began, "I had a rough day and he only made it worse."

We reminisce on the way things used to be,

Shared a couple laughs, shared some memories.

Talked about the things that changed,

Some for good and some for bad.

Then he said good-bye and he paid for lunch,

Promised that we'd always keep in touch.

Grabbed my bags and grabbed my thoughts,

Walked away and that was that.

Imam smoothed my hair away from my face, something I felt a father would do for his daughter.

"Tell me what went wrong Jack. Perhaps I can help you."

I sighed again, "Shane broke up with me because I wouldn't sleep with him. Thanks anyway Imam, but I don't think you can help me fix this."

And all the feelings that I thought were gone,

Came rushing back to me at once.

Tried to smile and hide the way I felt,

But I was thinking to myself.

(Truth is) I never got over you,

(Truth is) wish I was standing in her shoes.

(Truth is) And when it's all said and done,

Guess I'm still in love with you.

(Truth is) I never should've let you go,

(Truth is) and it's killing me cuz now I know.

(Truth is) And when it's all said and done,

Guess I'm still in love with you.

"Did you love him?"

"No. At least, it didn't feel like love. Not like I love…" I trailed off and looked pointedly at the door.

"Ah," Imam said, catching on, "Does he know this?" he asked, nodding at the door.

I sniffed, "No. How can I tell him? He still thinks of me as a child Imam. He probably always will."

"Child—" Imam started, then he paused.

I smiled shakily at him.

"It's okay Imam, I think of you as my dad anyway, so I don't mind it from you."

Now the truth hurts but I know that the fault is mine,

'Cuz I let him go.

Tried to get over it but it's messin' with my mind (Because I know)

Imam smiled, "That is an honor young Jack. Perhaps you should talk with him," he said as he stood and took the tray in hand.

I started to protest.

"But," he said as he walked to the door. He picked up the picture and gently threw it at me, "that is up to you. And you alone. Good-night child."

"Good-night Imam," I said sighing.

With that he left my room. I sat on my bed, looking at the picture for a long time. I clutched the picture to my chest and whispered.

"Good night Riddick."

(Truth is) I never got over you,

(Truth is) wish I was standing in her shoes.

(Truth is) And when it's all said and done,

guess I'm still in love with you.

(Truth is) I never should've let you go,

(Truth is) and it's killing me cuz now I know.

(Truth is) And when it's all said and done,

Guess I'm still in love with you.