I was thinking about iOpen a Restaurant and how Sam always seems to loose, and then i thought well Sam says 'Mama Always Wins' and I thought well yeah, maybe she does. She plays the game with Freddie and she wins, but she doesn't always get the prize she wants.


Mama always wins, but is that a good thing?

I've always played the game, the arguing, the verbal and physically abuse. It was our thing, it was our relationship. It was one big game, intend on completely ignoring any feelings and just pushing the ball of growing hatred between us, but slowly the game changed. Friendship became an instrument, an obstacle.

I couldn't push him as far because believe it or not. I didn't want to loose him. Didn't want to risk defeating him, because who else would play the game?.

The first time the game went to far, was during Spencer's Pack-Rat addiction. I tried to trick him in to thinking he had bad luck, and in return he sent a fake text saying it was from a senior i liked. I spent an hour outside the mall freezing. Waiting. I cried for an hour when I got home, although I would never tell him that, my reward for playing was a red face and numb toes.

But i pushed it too far aswell. I put a dead fish in his locker, in return he handcuffed me to Gibby. So i told the entire world, he never kissed anyone, and i didn't even care. Later i came to regret it. Reprimanded myself for being so cruel, and sure i apologised in the best way I could, but it didn't stop the game. We kissed and then continued right where we left off. A continuing battle for the win, and most of the time i "won". My reward for playing the game was I kissed Freddie, and i started to fall. My Prize, to be in love with someone who could never and would never be in love with me.

The game never stopped and as our friendship grew sure it became more light hearted but it was still there a permanent reminder of our true relationship. I watched Carly and Freddie dance as I wondered lonely away from the groovy smoothie, because playing this game meant I had to be happy even when I was dying inside.

But one day. It change. Sick of playing a game for prizes I didn't want. I decided to change the rules. Make an amendment, with out warning him first. I kissed him. The night of the lock in I grabbed him by the shoulders and kissed him, forever changing the game, and although it took time. I had finally won a prize I wanted. I had Freddie. I changed the game and finally we had both won.

Or so I thought. The fact was we had played the game for so long, it was hard to stop, we still argued because that was how we are, but society told us we couldn't be like that, so we changed, created a new game of trying to make us fit together in a perfect movie fashion, and in then end we both lost, no prize or reward for losers. The winners; our friends who no longer had to "suffer" us, because there happiness was more important than our to them.

So we broke up, and the next day as i sat on the shays couch mindlessly eating away at a plate of ham, he entered and the game started all over again. We spend the afternoon arguing and calling each other names he wanted to ignore the fact we were ever together go back to before we dated, to before i kissed him, to before we were different people, and i wasn't about to let him win this round.

And then 2 months later as i stood in the basement which would soon become 'Gibby's' i noticed something 'im going to follow her up' and there it was. The result or consequence. My prize and reward for playing our game. He had moved on or should i say back, to Carly.

Mama always wins, but it doesn't mean i like the prize.


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