“Nate why do you always have to act like this when I leave the house!? I’m not a slut obviously, I don’t do anything. I went out with my friend. We didn’t even do anything I got my nails done and went shopping. Stop acting like I whore around”
Nate didn’t say a word to you. That pissed you off even more. You hate when people ignore you.
“Nate really!? Nothing!”
“Y/n what do you want me to say?” He asked calm
“What do you mean? Do you really think I’m out there being a slut!?”
“I don’t know. You barely text me when you’re out.” He said
“What do you mean!? I’m out with my friends Nate, I was getting my nails done. I was doing things.”
“I’m just saying, I don’t know who’s coming up to you”
“Nate you’re acting ridiculous.” You say pissed.
“I’m acting ridiculous!? I know if I was out, I’d text you all the time just to make sure you know I’m okay or not cheating!”
“Bullshit Nate! How many times have you left at 10 and didn’t get home until 3-4? How many texts did I get? One. "I’m here”“
"Y/n I don’t do that anymore!”
“Oh yeah starting a whole new thing this weekend? Because you didn’t last week.”
“At least I’m not whoring around with my friends”
Maybe it was just the day or because you were sick of fighting with him. Your eyes filled up with tears, you grabbed your purse and keys. You looked back at him and opened the door, you felt a hand rest on your wrist.
“Y/n I didn’t mean it”
You look out the door letting the tear run down your cheek.
“I’m sorry baby, I’m just scared of losing you”
You turned around and hugged him.
“I love you”
“I love you too.”
“Why do we always fight Nate? It scares me”
“I don’t know baby. I’m sorry I’ll stop. I’ll trust you a lot more. I’m so sorry” he said as his voice cracked. You gave him and kiss and hugged him harder.
My friends came over for a horror movie marathon a while ago and we were on our sixth movie which was the classic, The Grudge (Japanese Version).
I have had enough of the jump scares and decapitated body parts for one night so I decided to leave my friends alone and headed out to get ice cream and candy.
“Don’t meet any chainsaw murderers!” they yell after me as I leave.
I respond with a laugh.
It was 3am and I went to the only open store wearing my PJs and sneakers. I pick out all the different types of candy that I’m craving and hear to the frozen section. Failing to choose between mint chocolate chip and cookie dough, I end up getting both. There can never be enough ice cream, right?
“Early morning sugar cravings?” a voice asked.
I jumped in surprise.
I look up to see who spoke and I almost drop my goodies when I realised that the person who spoke was the vine star, Cameron Dallas.
“I can’t refuse when they call my name.” I mentally cringed at my response.
Why am I so lame?
“What about you? Why are you up so early?” I asked.
My brain was having a mini stroke. I couldn’t believe Cameron freaking Dallas was talking to me at 3am in the morning.
And I probably looked awful while he looked amazing in his glasses, black tee and shorts.
His lips twitch trying to hide a smile.
“I’m actually getting some sugar too. Some of my friends came over to watch horror movies and they finished all the candy. I’m Cameron by the way.”
“I’m (y/n). My friends are also over at my place watching horror movies too.”
He raised his eyebrows in surprise.
“Why do you look surprised?” I ask.
“It’s just that most girls aren’t into scary stuff.”
He was right. Not many girls are into scary movies but my friends are. They love horror but I don’t. I usually get dragged into watching those movies but since it was close to Halloween, I decided to get into the holiday spirit.
“I have a confession. I’m actually here because I’m trying to get away from the horror movie marathon. I’ll admit that it scares the shit out of me but Halloween is an exception.”
“Oh wow! How could you lead me on like that?” He joked.
“Sorry I couldn’t keep that a secret. Honesty is my policy.”
“I like that.” His eyes stared deeply into mine, making my heart melt a little.
“Um, I think your friends would be wondering where you are so I should let you go.”
The color he tells you to dye your hair
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He’s been getting drunk for a solid week now, and each day it’s been getting worse.
“(Y/n)..” He stumbled out his words.
I groaned, “What Nate? Do you want me to clean you up now?”
“Why..a-are you angry?” Nate asked, still stuttering.
“Because Nate,” I lashed out angrily. “I have to keep looking after you. I feel like more of a maid than your girlfriend now. Our relationship has been slowly drifting apart and I don’t see you putting in any effort to fix it. I’m doing all the tough jobs, I’m fixing everything, I’m doing both our parts in this relationship and I’m sick and tired of it.”
Nate begin to sober up slowly, “A-Are you..breaking up with me?”
I ran my hands through my hair and sighed, “Yes Nate, it’s doing us both a favor; you don’t have to get yelled at anymore, you can drink and get wasted as much as you want and live a free life, isn’t that what you want?”
“No! I want us! I want to be with you!” Nate cried out.
I smiled, as coldly as I could, “Too late for that Nate, goodbye.”
And I walked out of the door without looking back, because I know if I did, I’ll cry and the sight of Nate would break my heart all over again.
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