Don vs Sam

Part ten

"What is this?" I asked showing the screen of his phone to him holding a blanket around me. I'm completely naked under it and so is he that's laying under a blanket on the bed.

"What?" He asked looking at me.

"I can't wait till we meet again. Oh really? Me neither. I got something major to tell you. Me too. It's important though." I read the messages and threw him with the phone. "How could you do this? You told that girl you left her and she thought it's for me but you're a lying bastard! How many girls out there are you putting on the line? Out of how many am I?"

"Meryl, let me..." he stood up and grab the blanket covering his body too.

"Don't explain to me! You could have but you didn't and now it's too late." With tears in my eyes I ran towards the bathroom grabbing my bag.

I'm up to doing anything today besides being around Don. So instead of feeling sorry for myself I talked with Benny and we decided to continue filming with me. So we're going on and on and on. Me and Don are so done. We're still only sharing a room, a bed and all but that doesn't mean anything to me or anyone. It should've stayed this way.

"Action!"

"Wow wow wow. Sophie." I grab Amanda's arm looking at her like a concerned mother it's Donna. I'm Donna.

I know that after this I'm going to sing with Don. I don't know what we sound like singing together but I sure as hell don't care. He doesn't even care about telling me the truth so why should I?

"You know, a part of her just wants to let me know that she doesn't want to leave you here on your own." It's Sam speaking, not Don. Damn, why does life has to be so unfair?

"What do you mean?" I asked giving him an odd look.

"Listen Donna, I have two sons of my own. I know something about letting go. If Sophie felt that you were good on your own wouldn't she want something better out of her life?"

"Listen, here's the thing. I love being on my own." I walk away as Donna Sheridan looking back at him. "You know every morning I wake up and I thank God that I don't have some middle-age menopausal men telling me how to run my life. You know I'm free and I'm single. And it's great."

Honestly, it is great. Being on my own is fantastic. I don't need him or any other man in my life. Not Don, Not Sam nor Benny Anderson.

"Where are those happy days they seem so hard to find." My smile disappear slowly. It's not Donna. It's me. Honestly, he's got some handsome voice. "I tried to reach for you but you have closed your mind. What ever happened to our love. I wish I understood. It use to be so nice it use to be so good."

First, I'm speechless.
Second, why am I finding it so hard to let go of him
Third, why does he have to be such an idiot.

I start to run away from him. Continuing our scene I sat at the table infront of a cake which I don't know if it's real or fake.

"So when you're near me darling can you hear me S.O.S. The love you gave me nothing else could save me S.O.S. When you're gone, how can I even try to go on. When you're gone, though I tried how can I carry on."

Well Don, you carried on easier than I thought. You wore your mask so good that I didn't know that beyond all of your hospitality, love and looks is a heartbreaker. Now that I know, my heart is in pieces. I got played as the fool by you more than twice.

"You seem so far away though you are standing near. You make me feel alive but something died I fear. I realy tried to make it out. I wish I understood. What happened to our love it used to be so good." To think I even sing to him that's standing there helping with the wedding. It was never Sam. It's always been Don Gummer. "So when you're near me darling can you hear me S.O.S. The love you gave me nothing else could save me S.O.S."

The next thing I know is we standing back to back with a wall between us singing together.

"When you're gone, how can I even try to go on. When you're gone, though I tried how can I carry on."

"Cut!"

I cannot stop think of how our voices got along together so fine but not we. Is it me? Is it him? Did I do something wrong? No, it must've been his own fault. Yes, his own fault.

"Meryl?" I look at Christine that gave me a serious look.

"Can I talk to you girls please? Christine and Julie?" I asked around the dinner table and stood up. Everyone around the table looked worried up at me. Just to get them off or backs I spinned another lie and look at the two women that also stood up. "I just want to ask you something. It's about that night when we got home the three of us. It's about something one of you said about moving away."

They knew that was a setup. So we left and went outside where we cannot be seen by anyone.

"It's by time we talk." Julie said folding her arms. I look down trying my best to swallow my lump and hold in the tears.

"I've done something completely insane. I made out with one of the men in the ABBA group. I had an affair with Don Gummer and now I'm at the point of loosing myself because he's with another girl and he's an idiot." I immediately started crying being hugged by both of the girls. It's exactly what I need. Why didn't I just do this before?

"Oh honey. Cry it out."

I let go of them that looked worried at me.

"How do you know he's got a girlfriend?" Christine asked looking concerned at me.

"I read his messages that this one chick kept sending him." I replied looking down then back at him. "He made out with another girl who thought he left her for me. Turns out he left her for that woman and only used me for some summer romance because he probably felt sorry for me."

"That's the thing Meryl, you know what man Don is. If this doesn't sound like him at all you have to get you facts clear because this might just be some big misunderstanding." Julie said rubbing my arm.

"He didn't even do the efford to explain to me. I mean, when a woman says she doesn't want to hear another excuse, she actually wants to hear it. I want to hear it." I cried. It's true. When a woman says she's fine, you should be even more concerned. When she says maybe she says no. When she says I don't know or it doesn't matter she means yes or wants you to choose for her. When she doesn't talk to you she's probably waiting for you to talk to her first. When she wants to be alone she actually wants to see who'll really be there for her and hold her tight. When she says she doesn't want to hear an excuse, she actually wants to hear the whole explanation. Don couldn't do that. Don once could but now...it changed.

"Do you want to stay in my room?" Christine asked curiously.

"No, I want to stay with Don till he speaks the truth. He has to." Well, let's say that I hope he will.

Right after dinner me and Don went to our room. He locked the door and went to the bathroom. He told me that we needed to talk. I said nothing and just took a seat but without even trying, I fell asleep on the couch.