Seth Rogen AU

Imagine...

After a long day of bickering, arguing, and fighting, I decided I couldn't do this anymore; I couldn't go on like this. I kicked Seth out of our perfectly modest apartment, sending a Nike duffel bag full of his clothes out after him. I double-locked the door, harshly pressing my back to it and sliding down towards the floor. I may be twelve, but I was crying, and my face hurt.

As much as I wanted to dial Seth's number and ask him to come running back into my arms, I just couldn't. We constantly fought, and often times, Seth's strong, warm hands left purple and black marks on my body. Even though we've only been dating for a week, I felt as if I had known this man forever. He deceived me and completely wrecked any chances of us starting over again.

Natural instincts took over, and I found myself digging through our shared freezer to find any last morsel of ice cream; nothing was found. "God fucking damn it, Seth! You fatass!" I yelled, as if Seth could hear me. I slammed the freezer door amidst tears. All I wanted right now was some damn ice cream to cope.

I launched myself into my perfectly cushioned beige lounge chair, picking up the remote - which often was found caught in Seth's fat rolls - and switched the TV on. E! news was on, and they we're amidst discussing our harsh fight. I shut the TV off and hugged my knees to my chest.

I sat perfectly perched at my windowsill as a shooting star shot by; all I could wish for was Seth. The past week with him was hell, but he didn't love me like anyone else - we had a much deeper connection. Just then, I heard a knock at our apartment door. I creeped over to the door, unsure of who could be knocking at an hour like this. My mother maybe? Who knows.

I peeked an eye through the peep hole, and my baby's double chins filled the large circle. "Open up!" he yelled from the white barricade. I fired back, "Seth, don't do this, please!" He begged and pleaded from outside of the door, "Please, Y/N. I love you so fucking much - more than Hostess and Little Debbie. Please open up. I'll make it up to you."

I debated internally. It was a tough decision, but I let the fucker in. "Seth, you smell like alcohol," I cried. He kissed me - he fucking kissed me!