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I got up slowly and winced, my arm hurt like hell. I squeezed my eyes shut and slowly opened them to try and stop the world from spinning.

"Hey, are you ok?" the so-called, superstar asked me. I nodded in reply, praying the sickness would stop. Then I remembered why I wasn't on the ice.

"You're dead meat!" I yelled and glared at him.

"Why?" he asked, a confused look on his face.

"You notice I can't move this arm? Hmm?" I asked while lifting an arm in the air. It had stopped hurting now.

"You can move it!" he argued.

"Not like thi-ow!!" I screamed.

"Easy! I get it now. Don't move..." he trailed off as he searched through his bag. "Ah! Found it!" I caught a glimpse of a two foot long cloth. He got behind me and put it as a sling on my arm. I looked in a different direction and blushed. He laughed to himself quietly.

"What?!" I snapped.

"You're blushing!" he taunted.
"Yeah...I guess I am."

"What do you do in your free time?" He asked me when we were elsewhere.

"Well, I sing a little," I said.

"Oh?" he inquired.
"Yeah..."

"Come on then," he said.
"What?"
"Sing for me. Please?"

"Fine," I muttered and took a deep breath, "I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok
But that's not what gets me

What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was tryin' to do

It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I'm doin' It
It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone
Still Harder
Getting up, getting dressed, livin' with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken

What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

Not seeing that loving you
That's what I was trying to do
Ooohhh...."

"It's not the best I can do..." I said, embarrassed by the silence.

"Your voice is different than most people, you know?" he told me. Yeah, so I've been told... I thought.

"Hm...." I mumbled in reply. "Oh! I'm vibrating! I'll be right back," I said walking away from the table. I pulled out my phone and saw who was calling. Shit...he heard.

Description
I got up slowly and winced, my arm hurt like hell. I squeezed my eyes shut and slowly opened them to try and stop the world from spinning.

"Hey, are you ok?" the so-called, superstar asked me. I nodded in reply, praying the sickness would stop. Then I remembered why I wasn't on the ice.

"You're dead meat!" I yelled and glared at him.

"Why?" he asked, a confused look on his face.

"You notice I can't move this arm? Hmm?" I asked while lifting an arm in the air. It had stopped hurting now.

"You can move it!" he argued.

"Not like thi-ow!!" I screamed.

"Easy! I get it now. Don't move..." he trailed off as he searched through his bag. "Ah! Found it!" I caught a glimpse of a two foot long cloth. He got behind me and put it as a sling on my arm. I looked in a different direction and blushed. He laughed to himself quietly.

"What?!" I snapped.

"You're blushing!" he taunted.
"Yeah...I guess I am."

"What do you do in your free time?" He asked me when we were elsewhere.

"Well, I sing a little," I said.

"Oh?" he inquired.
"Yeah..."

"Come on then," he said.
"What?"
"Sing for me. Please?"

"Fine," I muttered and took a deep breath, "I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok
But that's not what gets me

What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was tryin' to do

It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I'm doin' It
It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone
Still Harder
Getting up, getting dressed, livin' with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken

What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

Not seeing that loving you
That's what I was trying to do
Ooohhh...."

"It's not the best I can do..." I said, embarrassed by the silence.

"Your voice is different than most people, you know?" he told me. Yeah, so I've been told... I thought.

"Hm...." I mumbled in reply. "Oh! I'm vibrating! I'll be right back," I said walking away from the table. I pulled out my phone and saw who was calling. Shit...he heard.