Two Hearts Collided

Chapter 1: "I feel like a horrid wife."

"So I was thinking..." Carter says in my ear in my phone.

"Well that's a first." I laugh at myself and then sigh. "What were you thinking?" I ask.

"Well we're always busy...why don't we just have sex tonight?"

I laugh softly. "Sure." I say.

"I mean in every single room, Cinnamon, not just our bed."

I'm quiet for a moment. "Alright," I decide, walking out of the mall empty handed because the thing I wanted to get Cody for her birthday isn't here. There were no open parking spots so I parked why down the street. "Wait. Fuck, I can't tonight. I'm sorry honey, but I have this thing with Lucy and Rachel."

He sighs loudly. "Alright." he sounds disappointed.

"I'm really sorry. What about tomorrow?"

"I can't tomorrow. I have that thing with the guys, remember? For Cody's birthday?" he says patiently. "I can't the next day, or the day after that. I'll never be able to spend time with you because we're always busy."

I sigh softly, walking down the street. "I'll reschedule it." I say.

"No. You need to spend time with your friends."

"You're more important." I say. "I'll just schedule it tomorrow." I say.

"No Roxy. You need to spend time with your friends."

"No, I need to spend time with you. You're-"

I hear a bloodcurdling scream and I whip around to come face to face with a group of girls and boys.

"Fuck." Carter says, knowing exactly what is going on. "Fuck! Ben isn't with you!"

I have my bodyguard that I should've taken with me because I get mobbed almost everywhere I go. So does Carter and all of our friends.

"IT'S ROXY LYNNE!"

Everyone nearby all locks their eyes on me. the paparazzi swarm, and a ton of girls and guys, and then they charge.

"I'll uh...see you when I get home." I hang up and run. They chase my and I unlock my car and get in and go flying out of there with the paparazzi on my tail. Carter is waiting for me, and he opens the gate when he sees me car and I flying into our driveway and then I slam on the breaks. He has the gates shut and he's in the house before I'm even out of the house. Dammit. He's mad.

I get out and head in the house. I shut the door and arm the alarm.

"Carter?" I call. No answer. I drop all of my stuff on the table by the door and go wandering through the house. I'm wearing leather pants today, and a white flowing tank top. My hair is up in a neat bun, and I have on heels.

I kick off my heels and go wandering through the house. He's not in the movie theater, the game room, the kitchen...

I walk into our room and he's sitting on the bed with his head in his hands.

I sigh, my heart cracking in two.

"Carter." I say.

"I can't do this anymore." He whispers. His eyes snap up to mine. "We're supposed to be in love, but it feels like I'm the only one that's feeling anything! We haven't even kissed in a month, Roxy! We haven't had sex since we moved into this house six months ago!"

"I know." I sigh. "But I do love you. I wouldn't be married to you if I didn't."

"Unless you're just doing it to keep up the image."

"No, I'm doing I because I'm in love with you." I say.

"I can't keep pretending." he says. "But I can't take you from your friends. I can't keep acting like we have love anymore. We don't. We don't have love. We don't have anything except for more money than we know what to do with. We haven't even held hands in a few weeks!"

He's right. He's so right that it hurts.

He stands up, looking me right in the eye. "Please be honest." He begs. "Do you love me?"

"Yes." I say automatically, because I do. I love him more than anything in the world. I love him more than I love chocolate when I am on my period.

He runs his hands over his face and sighs. "I can't keep doing this." He whispers. "I just...I'm going to take a shower."

He walks off and slams the bathroom door and locks it.

I sigh and go off to the kitchen.

I've been thinking the same thing for three months. I can't even remember the last time we kissed, or hugged. I feel like he doesn't even care anymore.

Dog, today was the first time in months that we even said "I love you" to each other. All we ever do is record music and do talk shows and run from rabid fans. We never take a day off and we never even have time to us anymore.

I walk into the entrance of the house and grab my phone. Silently, I dial Lucy and Rachel in a group call.

"Hey." Lucy says.

"Hey guys." Rachel says.

"Look," I begin. "I can't tonight." I say. "I think it's time I paid attention to my husband."

"You know, I was going to cancel for the exact same reason." Lucy says.

"Me too." Rachel admits. "We are neglecting our men, ladies."

"I feel like a horrid wife." I whisper.

"Me too." Lucy says.

"Me three."

"Sixsome?" Rachel asks. I burst out laughing.

"No, thank you. I'm happy with one dick." I say.

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Oay guys so this is the first chapter.

I'm going to rant to your guys.

Okay so i just took a goddamn hour to make a photo to put on this chapter, and I can't even upload it because I don't have the right link. I am so mad right now.

Okay, i'll stop. COMMENTS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED :D

Carter walks into the kitchen with damp hair and he looks really upset to see me on the phone.

"Oh, I have to go." I say.

"Bye!" they chime. I hang up and shut my phone off. He sighs.

"Would it be easier to just get divorced?"

"No!" I cry out. "No. We are not getting divorced." I shake my head.

"Who was on the phone?"

"Lucy and Rachel." I reply quietly. He nods and then sighs and walks away without a word. He disappears upstairs and goes to our room.

He better not be thinking I won't follow him.

I go right after him. He's lying face down on our bed. I stand in the doorway and then slowly, I go and sit next to him.

"Did you call me a dick to them?" he asks softly. He sounds so weak and broken. He rolls over.

"No." I shake my head. He looks like he is going to cry. "I told them why I cancelled tonight."

A tear slips from his eyes and my heart constricts in pain. I lean forward and kiss it away.

"Rachel and Lucy are having the same issue we are, and then Rachel asked if we wanted a sixsome and I said I am happy with one dick, meaning yours."

"Do you love me?" he asks.

"Yes." I whisper. Right now, he doesn't need sex, he needs affection. I link our fingers. It feels so good to have his hands in my own. "I love you like Peeta loves Katniss. I love you like you love me. If you went to space and counted all the stars, that wouldn't even be close to how much I love you."

"I love you." He whispers.

"I love you too." I murmur.

He sits up and pushes me so I'm lying down so suddenly that I gasp in shock.

"I'm done being sad. I want to make love to you."

"Please do." I murmur.