-BOOK 4/4 IN SERIES- So This Is It (YouTube FanFic)

[Chapter 14] Not Good Enough

-Rachael's POV-

What was I thinking? I thought to myself as I paced back and forth in the bedroom I shared with that lying and cheating douchebag. What made you think he had changed his ways? He cheated on you before, what made you think he wouldn't cheat on you again? At least this time you didn't find out at the altar in front of all your friends and family...

"Rachael, please, I can explain," Andrew remarked as he walked into the room and stopped me from pacing.

"Explain to me what, Andrew?" I yelled, "That I'm not good enough for you? That you feel the need to cheat on me? Time and time again?"

He swallowed hard, "Rachael, I don't know what I was thinking."

"You're damn right you didn't!" I screamed, "Because now I'm stuck here, in New York, with you. I have no where to go because I don't have any money. Making YouTube videos was my job. And now that I quit doing Nachael, I'm fucking broke. I don't have my sister and I don't have my friends to fall back on. All I have is...is you," Tears had started forming in my eyes. I turned away from him and covered my face with my hands as I began to cry.

He gently gripped my shoulders and whispered into my ear, "I'm sorry, Rachael."

I shook my head, "No you're not..."

"Yes I am," He disagreed, spinning me around so I was facing him and tilting my chin up so I was looking up at him, "Rachael, words can't even begin describe how sorry I am."

"Then why would you do this to me?" I cried, tears pouring down from my eyes, "Twice!"

He opened his mouth to say something, but failed to say anything. He heaved a sigh and shrugged his shoulders, "I...I don't know."

I crossed my arms over my chest, "Was it really just because I was away?" I inquired, referring to the first time he cheated on me with Kalel, "Or was it because I'm not good enough for you?"

"Rachael, don't..."

"Don't say it?" I finished his sentence, "Why? Because it's true?"

"Rachael, that's not it!"

"Then what is it?" I shouted, my cheeks burning up and my heart beat speeding up, "Because I'm sick and tired of this, Andrew!" I ran my fingers through my hair as I plopped down on the edge of the bed, "I'm sick and tired of it..."

He sat down beside me and heaved a sigh, "What do we do now then?" I glanced over at him as he glanced over at me, "I mean, you said it yourself," He continued, "You have no where to go. No one to fall back on. So, the question is, Rach, are you going to forgive me and give me just one more chance, or are you going to leave?"

-Ian's POV-

I was still in bed when I heard a knock on the door. I groaned as I rolled over on my side, looking up at the digital clock - 11:21a.m. "Who is it?" I shouted from the bedroom, too lazy to actually get out of bed.

"It's Natalie," I heard the faint reply. My eyes widened and I jumped out of bed, quickly pulling on a t-shirt as I made my way into the front room. I pathetically tried to fix my hair before I grasped the doorknob and turned it. I swung the door open and saw my wife. She didn't even greet me - all she did was walk right past me and say, "So, you know what I said right before I left? About the divorce?"

"Yes? And?" I answered apprehensively as I closed the door behind her.

"Well, I've been thinking about it, and..."

"And you want to give us a second chance?" I eagerly attempted to finish her sentence.

She chuckled slightly, "No. I just...I don't know...if I really want to get a...divorce. I mean, I still am really upset with you for doing what you did, and I don't think I'm ready to forgive you just yet, but...here, I wanted to give you these..." She pulled out some papers from her bag and handed them to me. I took them in my possession and began to read over them.

"These are separation papers," I stated.

She nodded her head, "Yep. And all I need is for you to sign them and then...we'll be good to go."

"Good to go?" I repeated, waving the papers in the air, "Natalie, I'm not signing these. Because I don't want a separation. I don't want a divorce. I don't want us to be apart."

"Please, Ian, just sign them."

I laughed and set them down on the coffee table, "Do you know how much we've gone through to get to this point, Nat?" I questioned her. She stared at me blankly, "I broke up with the girl I had been dating for six years to be with you. I had to see you be with another man. See you be happier with another man. But even after all of that, we still made it." I took her hands in mine and shook them gently, "Why can't we make it now?"

She slipped her hands out of mine and put them into her jean pockets, "Just sign the papers, Ian. And then I'll be out."

"But I don't want you out!" I shouted in frustration, "If anything I want you in!"

She smacked her forehead, "Ian, please, just...just make this easier for me and sign the damn papers already!" She picked them up and shoved them at me.

"No," I refused.

"Yes!"

"No."

"Yes!"

I took a step closer to her and in a softer tone said, "No."

She looked up at me and replied quietly, "Yes."

I slipped my hand under her jaw and leaned in, pressing my lips gently against hers. Surprisingly, she kissed me back. And I was waiting for her to push me away from her and slap me across the face. But instead, she grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me closer to her. I wrapped my arms around her lower back and the two of us moved together towards the room I had come out of not even fifteen minutes ago, closing the door behind us.

*****

I heaved a sigh as I looked down at Natalie, whose head was resting on my bare chest. Just then, I heard a vibrating sound go off. I turned my head to the left and saw that my phone was going off on my dresser. I slowly and carefully got out of bed as to not wake Natalie and stumbled over to my dresser. I picked the phone up in my hand and saw that Anthony was calling me. I glanced back at Natalie before answering it quietly. "Hey, what's up?"

"Your whole divorce thing with Natalie got me thinking," He retorted, "And I've made up my mind - I'm going to New York to get Rachael back."

My eyes widened in shock.

-Kalel's POV-

I was sitting in Marzia and Pewdiepie's office, trying to come up with a new design for Fashion Week. Because apparently the designs I had were good, but not good enough for this year's show. I threw my pencil in frustration and sat back in the desk chair. Just then, my cell phone started going off. I answered it and pinned it between my ear and shoulder, "Hey, what's up?" I greeted casually, not even caring who was calling me.

"Hey, Kalel," His recognizable voice replied. I straightened my posture and rose to my feet. "I...I need to talk to you about something. Something kind of important."

"Joey, I'm kind of busy right now," I told him as I began to twirl a piece of my hair around my finger.

"I know, but it's important."

"What is it?" I inquired.

I was afraid he hung up on me when I didn't hear anything on the line for a good minute. And just before I was going to hang up myself, I heard him say, "I love you."