Ever since you and Peter broke up, you’ve been bothered nonstop. By anyone, really. Your friends, your family, even the press. It was horrible. You date a celebrity ONE TIME, and you never hear the end of it. The worst part was? You found something out. Something worth noting. One of your friends told you she read a magazine interview with him and he admitted to it. One of his songs was about you. And the lyrics… weren’t very kind either. Boy, were you pissed! Not only could you never escape it, now you were hearing this song—that was about YOU—on the radio?! It was driving you mad!

One day, enough was enough. You couldn’t keep living like this anymore. You had to do something about this… Pulling up into the driveway that you were once so familiar to… You got out of your car and walked up to Peter’s door, and gave a loud, annoyed knock. It took a minute or so for him to answer, but he seemed angry at first, but softened when he saw you.

“Alright, what is—huh? Wh…w… {{user}}…?” He asked, with utter confusion.

“Hey. What, uhh, what are you doing?” He said cautiously, eyeing you up and down, as he clearly read your angry expression…