The Definition of a Fairytale {James Maslow Love Story}

The Definition of a Fairytale

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Today it's been 6 months exactly. 6 months of having someone to hold your hand and just be there for you. Scott is even taking me out to a movie. He's my first real boyfriend which some people think is weird since I'm already 17. But who cares cuz I have Scott. I got dressed and put on make up and drove to meet Scott at the movies. I got there and there Scott was standing on the sidewalk. I walked towards him. "Hey baby." I said. "Hey um Scarlett I wanted to talk to you about something." He said. "Ok what is it?" I said. "I'm breaking up with you." Scott said. I'm pretty sure you could hear the snap of my heart as it broke. "Why?" I asked not looking up from the ground. "I found someone else Im sorry Scarlett." Scott said as he was about to put a hand on my shoulder I pushed it away and ran to my car and burst out crying. And to think I thought he was the one the one that would be there for me but I guess I thought wrong. So I did the first thing I thought of. I drove to my brothers house. I knocked on the door as I felt the cold night breeze on my tan skin. My older brother Shawn opened the door he saw my red eyes and pulled me into a hug. "What's wrong?" Shawn asked. "He broke up with me right in the middle of town." I said as more tears ran down my cheeks. He pulled me in the house. "I know how to cheer you up." Shawn said and exited the room. I walked in to his kitchen were he was with two beers, a tub of ice cream and an iPod. He plugged the iPod into the radio and blasted the song Till I Forget About You by Big Time Rush my favorite band ever.

After dancing like a bunch of dorks we ate ice cream and drake beer and then sat on the couch and watched the Breakfast Club and then we watched the Big Time Movie with Big Time Rush in it. Then we went to bed and and that time spending with my brother was like Scott never even existed. That is until the the dream.