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I know . . . Creative name. Forgive me. I just wrote this like. . . two minutes ago. Anyway!

Title: Untitled

Rating: PG

Pairing: None

Summary: What you see isn’t what’s there.

Disclaimer: I own nothin’ but the idea!

A/N: This is a little different. Um, I don’t want to spoil what this is about but it’s no specific person talking. Well, in my head it is but you can have it as who ever you want. I don’t know if it’s offensive so please don’t hurt me!

Why can’t they just let us be?

 

They idolize us and pretend we’re something else. I don’t really live that way and neither do they.

 

But we love you that way.

 

Just go away.

 

Sometimes I can’t stand you people. Pushing and shoving.

 

We just want an autograph! We just want a picture!

 

SHUT UP!

 

I can’t believe I did that job for over 10 years. Not that I didn’t like it.

 

What about him?

 

What about him? There’s nothing there! We’re just friends! Get it through your thick skulls! Stage kisses and play-acting. . . Morons!

 

All you people see is what you want to see. And that person over there doesn’t exist! That’s not me! It never was me!

 

We like him better.

 

I don’t care. That’s fine with me. But I’ll never be that person.

 

I’d rather curse and spit. Scratch myself and go to a joint and watch girls dance.

 

That’s the real me.

 

Why?

 

What does it matter to you? I don’t know you and never will. You don’t know me and I don’t care.

 

Does it matter if I scare you a little? That on TV I’m the nicest guy around and when I’m not I couldn’t give a shit?

 

No.

 

And I’ll tell you why.

 

Because you don’t know me and you never will.