Imaginary Boyfriend

Chapter 7: The Fight

“No. No, I’m not letting this happen.”

                “Sammy...”

                “No! The guy is lying to you! He’ll break your heart!”

                “It’s not like that...”

                “As your best friend and room-mate, I won’t allow it! Kat, I’m serious.”

                I frowned. I wanted to tell Sam in the right way at the right time... but that didn’t really work since he walked in on me kissing Raj goodbye. In my defence, it was only a peck on the cheek!

                “Sam,” I said. “I can make my own decisions. I’ll give him another chance... and if he was the one and I let him go I couldn’t live with myself!”

                “He’s not the one!” Sam barked, folding his arms across his chest and glaring at me. “You deserve better.”

                I smiled half-heartedly.

                “At least it will get my parents off my back.”

                Sam shook his head in disbelief.

                “I can’t believe this.”

                “Oh, Sam!”

                “Fine,” he said in a monotone. I blinked.

                “Uh...”

                “Goodnight.”

                “Wait!” I called desperately, running after him as he sped back towards his bedroom. He shut the door quickly and when I tried the handle, I found it was locked. “Sam!” I yelled, pounding on the door. “Open up! Why are you so angry about this?”

                “Because you won’t listen to my advice! I’m trying to look out for you and you’re just rejecting me.” he said from the other side of the door.

                “Please open the door!” I begged, feeling tears well up in my eyes. “W-we have pizza!”

                “No.”

                I leaned my head against the door, tracing the wood with my fingers.

                “I’ll break up with him,” I said finally, resentfully. I didn’t want to do it, but what choice did I have? “If it’s between you and Raj, you’ll win every time.”

                “It’s too late.”

                “I’m sorry! Please, Sam!”

                Silence filled the air. Assuming Sam was ignoring me, I stepped away from the door and headed towards the couch. The pizza lay on there and I grabbed a piece, but all of a sudden I didn’t feel hungry.

                Leaping to my feet, I rushed towards the kitchen and placed the pizza box on the counter. I hesitated for a moment, then grabbed a notepad and pen from next to the phone.

                I love you, Sammy. Please don’t be mad.

                I skipped over to the door of Sam’s room and slipped the note underneath his door. Then I went over to my own room and, not even bothering to change into pyjamas, collapsed onto the bed.

                I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

**

                I woke up to a blinding light.

                The sun had rose. Shielding my eyes, I glanced at the clock. I was early. Hoping I could maybe talk to Sam, I slipping out of bed and padded towards Sam’s room in my slippers.

                “Sam?” I said gently, knocking lightly on the door. “Sam, are you awake?”

                Nobody answered.

                “Sam,” I repeated. “I’m sorry! I swear I’ll break up with him and that’ll be it. Our friendship is much more important!”

                Still no answer.

                Biting my lip, I decided to let it go. I strode to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast. While I made breakfast, I noticed something on the counter.

                Curious, I stepped towards it and then sighed, picking up the pieces of my letter to Sam.