A/N: Okay, so this is my first fan fiction - ever. It is a story that I have been working on for some time now that I am having my friend help me get typed so that it can be online. Please Review! ;P
Disclaimer: I own nothing from TDI. Sad day… :[
Trent Wilkinson was one of the most talented, handsome, intelligent, and caring guys that I knew. Everything had been going great after we had got back together. It was like I entered some kind of dream, he could make me laugh whenever I cried, and could make any kind of situation good. But my dream ended when his had just begun. Trent signed a recording contract for his band; The Drama Boys.
The fame had gotten to his head, and all the attention changed him. Trent had gone from the humble guy that everyone liked, to a stuck up cocky jerk that no one could really stand to be around; including me. When his assistant, Maurice, gave him the wrong drink he had a temper tantrum that could trump a five year old. That's when I put my foot down, and we broke up… again.
I had told him how he was being a jerk, and I was told that if I didn't like it then I could leave. I stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me. Angrily, I walked down the hall and when I was nearly outside of the building I looked back behind me. To see if maybe the old Trent would chase after me, begging to have me back.
But he never did. It was only me standing there like an idiot, and Bert - the janitor.
He wasn't coming after me. I sat in my car as the rain began to pelt the window. Looking at my phone, hoping for maybe a missed call or text, there were none. Why had I even thought that Trent would try to text, let alone call me. It began to pour, beating hard against the windshield. I rested my head on the window, tears falling against the door. Sitting in the parking lot, crying like a new born infant, I hopped that the old Trent would come back for me. It was futile though, I knew he wouldn't be back. A mix of sadness, anger, and hope washed though me. Finally I put the car in drive and left.