I'm Gonna Make You Miss Me (Sam Hunt)

Chapter 1- Heartbreak, Fights, Over

~Sam's POV~

"Are you ever gonna just grow the fuck up, Sam? We've talked about this! You said you'd drop the parties and bars and shit!" My girlfriend of a little over a year, yelled through the phone.

I was torn. Do I drop all my college friends, parties, bars, and good times and "settle down" as Leila calls it, or do I just continue to do what I please? It's honestly a little annoying. Leila met me in a bar no less, so she should know my ways. Besides, what's wrong with going to the bar a couple nights a week to have a good time? That's what I thought, nothing! I really don't see the issue that Leila sees. It's like ok, you go and continue your dream of going to college to be a photographer and I'll do what I please and that's sit in bars and write songs, and play them for the crowd on certain occasions.

Who needs a girl friend anyways?

"Just stop! We met in a bar. You should know my ways. Why should I stop hanging out with friends and stuff for one person?" I replied, tempting to just hang up the phone. I wasn't in the mood to deal with this. I never am.

"Oh my God, Sam.We had a fucking dinner date! And you chose to go hang out with your stupid childish buddies instead! Do you not see the issue with that?" She yelled back.

I really didn't see the huge issue.  I mean, yeah sure it was rude but we could always reschedule a dinner date.

"We could always reschedule the dinner date." I said

"Fuck this. We're over." Leila yelled through the phone.

Then that was it. The line went dead.

I guess she's really done this time. She's warned me before when I missed our "dates", but I never listened. I don't know what makes her think I'm gonna listen now. I'll always be the Sam playing gigs in bars, hanging out with the "stupid childish" people I call my friends and I'll always write songs. I'm not one to change for anyone, especially one who cares more about her career than having a little fun.

I guess now that's all that is left to do is to make her miss me. Not that it's likely to happen.

~Leila's POV~

Well, that's that. I'm so sick of Sam always forgetting stuff that should come before his gigs at bars and friends. But I guess he doesn't think that way. I was more ticked off then anything. I mean, I was sad too because I had spent my last year of life, living it with Sam and it just got thrown away over a phone call but I'm so done with this. Who knows though, maybe we can work it out. I mean, all it is, was a heated argument over the phone. People say things they don't mean all the time, so maybe Sam and I can work this out.