Disclaimer:I'm not sure who owns Popular exactly... I just know it's not me.
Fandom:Popular
Pairing: (Post) Sam/Brooke
A.N:So there's always a song I can blame for giving me my... 'inspiration'... So for this one, feel free to blame the Kaiser Chiefs and their song, 'Every Day I Love you Less and Less' | I fell in love with this first person style of writing for a while. Forgive me if it gets tiresome
::You Have One Message::
Hey…
I know it sucks that I'm doing this over the phone, but I'm not sure you'd take the time to notice something as frivolous as a written note from the woman you barely recognized as the person you were supposedly dating. So what's the point of this call and why am I not there to say it all to your face?
Well it's because every day I love you less and less.
It's gotten to the point where the sight of what you've become disgusts me.
I know, I know. I knew what I was getting into from the moment I started dating you.
I realize that I always knew you were undeniably self-centered, more so then people at school realized, because to them, you were simply the Princess of Kennedy High. You were expected to indulge in a little… well… self-indulgence.
But we've long since graduated from Kennedy High. As a matter of fact I'm nearing my own graduation date from NYU… But you, oh god you haven't changed or matured at all! If anything you've digressed to a selfishness perfected by small children.
When I said I thought you'd make a great model I meant because you were tall and beautiful.
Not because I wanted you to turn into a diva of mind numbing proportions!
However unfortunately for me, the minute you started getting photo shoots that had you on the cover of all the magazines you read in high school, whatever modesty you might have once had disappeared like the proof that you had brunette roots as a baby.
You must have known it would come to this. While you've been changing every day (for the worse I might add) I am still just Sam. I want to be a journalist, Brooke! Not some girl you can come home to whenever you remember that you actually have an apartment that you're supposed to be sharing with your girlfriend.
I realize it might be hard to remember you have a girlfriend when you have so many people throwing themselves at you, but I expected you to at least pretend you still cared. I just can't handle the self-centered diva that you've become. And no this isn't a long-winded way to say I'm leaving you for someone else. It was a semi detailed reason of way I'm leaving you for me. But no matter what, there's no reason for my leaving to inconvenience you. Look at it this way, now you have more closet space.
::beeep::
...And everyday I love you less and less
You're turning into something I detest
And everybody says that your a mess
Since everyday I love you less and less...
the end