Okay guys. You all hate me. I know. You don't have to say it. I should be writing my Masterpiece Theater chapter. And I should be writing my House of Love Nonagons chapter. And I SHOULD be writing my New Girl chapter. If you don't read those (even though you should) you probably don't hate me. But I still shouldn't be writing this. And I shouldn't be writing another one- shot... and another one-shot... and another one... But I couldn't resist myself. =)

Backstory: I was in English class. So I wrote a poem, because today was a very bad day for me. I ended up writing the first of this durring the "10 minute writing time". I wrote the first sentences: as in, I didn't write the "except you" "besides you" "blah-de-blah-de-blah" and stuff. (Or the last two lines) because they don't apply to me. I just added that in to fit the story. Okay? =)

Also, this takes place at the beginning of the season. Like, way at the beginning. Like, try the first or second episode. So all of you people who are reading this from the UK, this is pretty much from where you guys are in the show... I think.

Also, this is dedcated to allyouneedislove1797, who has dedicated a lot of her chapters to me, and reviewed my one-shots. Which makes me happy. I feel special =). Also, to Zenelia Sky who has reviewed like... everything I have written. Her reviews make me really happy. I don't know if you two are reading this, but... it's to you guys. =)

I'm sorry, it popped into my head, and I just had to make Fabina out of it. But I promise I'll update those other stories soon! So... on with the show! =)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. If I did, I would make all of the episodes go the way I want them to go =)

I love how everyone acts like they hate me. Except you.

I love how I can cry and nobody will care the least bit. Except you.

I love how I can't seem to utter a sentence. Except when I'm talking to you.

I love how I get yelled at for saying the wrong thing. But you understand.

I love how I'm always trying to be nice, but it doesn't mean a thing to anyone. Besides you.

I love how people don't like me because of something I didn't do. Except for you.

I love how I'm excluded. Except from you.

I love how nobody cares. Except for you.

I love how if anyone does care, it sure as hell doesn't seem like it. Aside from you.

I love how I get in trouble for things I had no control over. But you understand.

I love how my life is falling apart in my hands. But you're gluing it together. Piece by piece.

I love how this time last year, I was happy. And now I'm not. Aside from when I'm with you.

I love how I'm never in the picture, but I can feel free to hold the camera. But I feel welcome in your picture.

I love how people use me like a parking meter. Except for you.

I love how I'm always there, never noticed. Except by you.

I love how I care, but it doesn't go both ways. Except with you.

I love how I can't go to bed at night because I'm so upset. Then I think of you.

I love how I'm nobody's best friend. Except you're mine.

I love how you're there when no one else is.

And, Fabian Rutter. I think I'm beginning to fall in love a little. Just a little. But with you.

PS: Reviews are like candy, and they make me happy. And hyper. And make me write more. And better. So you should TOTALLY review. But REVIEW! =DD Just a few encouraging words, CC, anything to make my writing better.

PSS: BTW, I don't know if you care, but writing this in Engish made me feel a really big sense of relief. I felt so much better after that, and ever sinse then, I've felt better. And now I'm on a reviewing and writing- roll! Just saying. I felt so much better about myself after I wrote this. I still don't know if you care...