"Hey babe." My boyfriend,
for 9 months, Shawn said as he arrived back home from his 3 month tour. For his new album. I hugged him tightly inhaling his sweet chocolate and cinnamon scent.
"I missed you so much." I said as I teared up.
"I missed you too babe." He said as he wiped my tears away and kissed the top of my head.
"We should go for dinner tonight." I said.
"Can't sorry." He said.
"Why?" I asked as I frowned.
"I'm hanging out with Nash and all the guys." He said.
"Wait..." I said. "So you have time for the guys but not for me??" I asked.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"You always hang out with them but not me Shawn..." I said.
"You've been acting up recently. What's going on."
"You don't spend ANY time with me." I said. "It hurts."
"What about that Y/G/F/N?" He asked about your guy friend ever since I was little.
"What about him??" I said raising my voice a bit.
"Don't raise your voice at me." He said. "You always hang out with him instead of me."
"That's different." I said as I rolled my eyes.
"How? And don't roll your eyes at me." He said.
"He's been my best guy friend since preschool." I said.
"What a 'friendship'" he muttered.
"What do you-" I said before I got cut off by Shawn.
"AS MUCH AS I KNOW YOU COULD BE SLEEPING WITH HIM!" Shawn yelled at me.
"YOU ARENT EVEN LISTENING TO ME!" I yelled. "HES JUST MY FRIEND. I LOVE YOU BUT YOU DONT SEEM LIKE YOU LOVE ME!" I yelled. Tears were now pouring out of my eyes.
"My fucking God." Shawn swore, then grabbed his keys the left, slamming the door behind him.
I ran up to my room and sat in the corner of the room, crying hysterically.
