Okay, I love the band The Films and they have this song that makes me think of Trent every single damn time I listen to it, so I wrote this up. First songfic, so, hope you like it.
TRENT
Jealousy
Has gone and got a hold of me
I could offer an apology
Or take one on the chin
But honestly
It gets a little hard to see
Exactly what's in front of me
When I see you with him
Duncan and Gwen… They'd been best friends for ages. And even though Gwen and I had been dating for months now, I still grew suspicious of their relationship. Something about them wasn't right.
Their hugs and talk of horror movies…
All that time she spent with her.
I never really knew what to think of the two…
They were so close it was hard to tell.
And I can't tell no one
'cause I got no reason
To be acting the way that I am
Movie Night at my place was a ritual. Gwen would wear something hot, Courtney would wear something totally concealing. It's not like I'd tell anyone about my paranoid accusations… no one had any reason to believe me anyways…
They were best friends! It was normal to be close.
If I said anything, Gwen would totally dump me.
But I had to speak up… just to clear my mind of it…
Just to be sure.
And I can't do nothin'
And I need to come clean
I saw the way you looked at him
I'm sitting on the floor, head leaning against my couch as we watch Brad Pitt and that other guy fighting a bunch of people in Fight Club. I decide to glance up at Gwen, who has her legs tossed over my shoulders as she sits next to Duncan on the couch, Courtney on the other end, texting.
I caught a glimpse at Gwen giving Duncan a fleeting look…
That look wasn't a best friend look.
I stood, motioning for Gwen to follow. She seemed to catch my drift.
I met her in my kitchen.
"What's wrong?"
"I saw that!"
"You saw what?"
"You were looking at Duncan all Lovey-Dovey."
"What? Are you nuts? He's my best friend… and he's no you." She assured, pressing those blue lips up against mine, sliding back into the living room and onto the couch.
Well, it's scandalous
I saw his eyes move up your dress
Well, he was being obvious
You said he's just a friend
Meeting up for coffee midday was another diversion that we all liked to participate in, sitting by the tiny round café tables outside.
I took one look at Gwen in her black sundress… when I quickly noticed that I was not the only one watching her.
Duncan's view was plastered to her legs, his eyes moving up and down my girlfriend's body as if he was analyzing her.
I didn't like it one bit…
And Gwen seemed to notice.
The vibration in my pocket tore me away from my anger for a second.
Gwen, who was sitting beside me, had sent me a text.
He's just a friend.
It read.
…Yeah.
Right.
Slight caress
I swear I saw your hand touch his
I tried not to be envious
But I can never win
I was at the point where I no longer trust Gwen.
Well, I trust her… just not her punk of a best friend.
I'd been following the two around for hours… My hoodie covering me up well enough so that I could see the two through the blurry record store window and not get caught.
Duncan's hand flew up to push Gwen's blue hair back behind her ear.
She smiled.
She never smiled when I did that.
Duncan grabs an Iron Maiden record and walks up to the cashier, Gwen trailing closely behind… her hand brushing against his.
I see that dumb, love struck look on his face.
Gwen's turned away… she can't see it.
But I can.
And all I know at that moment is that our relationship is going to go to shit because of that look.
But I decide to shake that feeling off.
Gwen loved me…
Duncan's crap, compared to me…
Right?
Too blind to focus
And too dead to notice
That this could be a sign of the end
And I know that our love is
too contentious
To ever be exactly the same again
If I decided to bring up the Duncan subject one more time, she'd probably beat me up. I just couldn't bring myself to believe that she was falling for this asshole's BS.
He had a girlfriend!
He wasn't supposed to be hitting on mine!
I informed Gwen of my thoughts, but we ended quarreling over how I have no trust in her.
I don't.
I get up from my couch and dig through the liquor cabinet.
We're out of wine.
Well, I'm back from the liquor store
Your clothes were lying on the floor
He's locked behind the bathroom door
I tried to be a man
I slide my key into the door and fix Gwen and I our glasses, kicking off my shoes as I make my way down the hall and towards our room.
It isn't until I almost trip that I find her panties on the door handle and her skirt tangled on one of my feet.
I fucking knew it.
I push the door open to find Gwen covering herself up, trying to explain herself.
I can't hear her.
I'm too busy glaring daggers at the shadows of Duncan's feet make from behind the bathroom door.
My anger get's the better of me.
I toss the glass of wine at the door, and I drop the other one onto the rug, turning and leaving Gwen and her brainless explanations.
Well, help me lord!
Cause jealousy's a two-edged sword!
I loved her less she loved him more
Than I could understand
My Jealousy got the better of me.
Had I not been so paranoid, this probably wouldn't have even happened.
I had no one to blame but myself…
I lost her because of my mistrust.
I lost her because of him.
Because I was jealous.