Impractical Jokers Preferences (Currently Updating)

#76: You Break Up

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Sal: Your constant fights with Sal had grown old. Bickering without ease and screaming until neither of you had a voice to use. You'd finally packed your bag and were set on leaving, but he wasn't going to let you. Not without a fight.

"Y/N, please don't leave me!" He screamed.

"I've tried Salvatore! I really have, but I just can't do this anymore!" You said frustrated.

"I can make this better, baby. I swear!" He pleaded.

"What would make this time any different?" You said angrily.

You placed my bags down on the hardwood floor and grabbed your coat. As you did the buttons, the more visually upset Sal became. Reaching the final button, you could see that he was fighting back tears.

In a broken, New York accent he said "Please... I love you."

"I love you too Sal, but I'm not sticking around for this bullcrap anymore," You sighed.

"Has it really been that awful for you?" He asked quietly, staring off into space.

You looked down at your toes and grimly nodded. You thought that it would just be easier for him to hear that. It was never all bad. You had a million fantastic memories with him, but the negative outweighed the positive.

"The pressure of being 'Sal Vulcano's Girlfriend' are not what I imagined this relationship to be. I'm sorry Salvatore." You whispered, picking up your bags and walking out the door.

Brian (Q):"Babe, I'm so, so sorry." He cried.

Brian kneeled down in front of you. You were a wreck, you'd been crying from the moment he told you he cheated. You couldn't even look at him, without a look of sheer disgust.

"Like you should be." You snapped.

"Y/N, I was drunk, please forgive me,"  He pleaded.

"Does that make it any better?!" You asked.

"Babe, I-I know that you can't forgive me for something like this but, please. I can't imagine my life without you." Brian said placing his head into the couch cushion next to yours.

He sobbed quietly, trying to hold as much as it back as he could. His body shook, and the muscles in his shoulders contracting.

"What does this mean for us, Y/N?" He whispered, turning his head towards you.

"....I think we need to take a break." You said with a shaky voice.

His pale face and red eyes, fell into the palms of his hands. You could see how sorry he was, but you needed time to think. After a minute or so, he lifted his head again, and took several deep breaths.

"I-I uh, I'll pack up some of my things then, and go spend sometime over at Sal's..... until we figure this out." He said sadly.

You nodded in understanding, and got up to go into the kitchen. As you tried to walk past Brian, he grabbed one of your arms with one hand and put the other on your cheek.

"Y/N I love you. More than you'll ever be able to understand. And I am willing to fight to the moon and back to win you back." He explained.

He leaned in and kissed your forehead, before disappearing to the bedroom to gather his things.

James (Murr): "Screw you James! I hate you!" You screamed throwing a book at him.

"This is such bullcrap! You knew those rumors aren't true!" He yelled back.

"Then why the heck were you doing with her when you told me that you were going to visit Joe?!" You said in tears.

It was all over the tabloids, 'Impractical Jokers Star Found Cheating On Long Time Girlfriend?' It made you want to puke just thinking about it. It's the fact that he lied about where he was going that made you so angry. That day you had called him up, and he didn't answer, so you called Joe and he said he hadn't seen James in a week. So where was he? He was spotted walking around the streets of London with that disgusting bimbo!

"I didn't want you to get jealous, sweetie!" He said trying to explain.

"'Cause this is SO MUCH FRICKING BETTER!'" You screamed.

You stormed out of the living room and into your bed room. You ripped open your dresser drawers, and began throwing tour clothes on to the bed. You picked the biggest suitcase and shoved as much clothes as you could.

"Where the heck are you goin'?" He said grabbing a corner of the suitcase.

"I'm going to my friend's house until I can find my own." You explained yanking back the suitcase.

"What do you mean your own house?" He asked, his voice softening.

"I'm moving out, James. That's what people do when they break up." You say sarcastically to hide the pain welling up.

He didn't say anything, or even look at me differently. He just sat down wide eyed, with his stoic stare. When the shock of what you said finally sank in, he looked down at his fingers. He picked at them and bit at his nails like his always did when he was nervous or stressed out.

"I'm sorry sweetie..." He whispered.

"I am too, but I need time to think James... I can't just pretend you didn't lie to me." You say zipping up the suitcase.

"Al-Alright. I.... I understand, but you should at least know that before you leave, that I love you." He said with the tears swelling in his eyes.

You nodded at him and dragged your heavy suitcase out the door.

Joe: Joe was packing up his things and getting ready to move in with James again.

"You wanna keep these mugs?" He said showing you, your matching set that he had gotten you the year before as a Christmas present.

"Yeah, just leave them on the counter,"
You sighed.

He placed your mug down on the counter. You closed your eyes, watching him pack was more difficult than you expected. It took everything and more to keep yourself from crying. But your sadness was short lived, when a loud crash came from the kitchen.

"Shoot.... sorry, Y/N." He said shyly.

"JOE! WHAT THE HECK?!" You screamed.

"Y/N it was an accident!" He yelled back.

You dropped to your knees, where the mug had shattered and stared blankly at the shards that remained. Without really thinking, you reached out and picked up one of the bigger pieces. You sat it in your lap and began to cry. You could help but see more that a broken mug on the floor. You saw your broken relationship, the good memories and the bad, the late night phone calls when he was on tour, and all of the inside jokes that you shared. Everything, gone, in one quick moment and there was nothing that you could do about.

"Hon, it's just a mug. Why are you crying?" He asked kneeling to your side.

"Get out." You said coldly.

"What?!" He asked with confusion in his voice.

"GET OUT!" You scream, causing him to jump.

"I never want to see you again!" You said pushing him away.

With your head in your lap, you heard Joe collect this things and walk out the door.

OH MY GOD THAT HIT ME SO HARD! WELL, THERE YA HAVE IT! THE BOOK IS SADLY OVER 🙁 I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED IT.

LOVE ALWAYS xx ~BELLA EMILY