Okay! This is a short story for one of my besties, Angela. You may remember her as my twin in my story, What Do You See? So, she has been amazing to me with all the one-shots and story parts she has given me because of that story, so I decided I would give her a little thanks as well. So here you go Ang!
Characters-
Angela Sansom
Kendall Schmidt
Genevieve Donovan
James Maslow
Carlos Pena
Logan Henderson
Disclaimer: I only own myself and the plot to this story. Angela is a good friend and I don't own her, that would be slavery. I also don't own James, Carlos, Kendall or Logan, because I don't live out in LA and am not Scott Fellows. Hope you enjoy the story! Review!
Angela
I intertwined my fingers with my boyfriend of 5 years, Kendall Schmidt, as we walked through the park, the place where we first met.
When Kendall called this morning to say that he had something important to tell me and to meet him here in an hour, I was esthetic. I couldn't believe it.
Kendall was going to ask me to marry him today.
I just knew it.
Eventually, after a couple of minutes just walking around, he led to one of the benches, my favorite one to be exact.
From this spot, you could look out over the water and watch the sail boats race back and forth across the horizon. I had this place in so many of my paintings, it was beginning to be a little ridiculous.
As we sat down, my other hand wrapped around his bicep and my head rested against his shoulder. He leaned his head over automatically to rest on top of mine. The picture of a perfect relationship.
But something wasn't right. Kendall was never tense, and yet I could feel the knots forming in his shoulders.
"Hey, Babe. Are you alright. You seem a little tense." I asked, lifting my head up so I could look at him.
"Yeah, totally fine." he said, a smile gracing his features, but it looked forced.
"Are you sure? You don't seem like yourself." I commented quietly, removing my fingers from his arm to run them along his jaw line, feeling the stubble that had already accumulated there since he shaved this morning.
He shocked me by turning his face away from mine, sighing deeply. My fingers fell from his face.
"Kendall?" I asked, fear swirling in the put of my stomach as I sat up and moved away from him. We're was the adorable dork that I had grown to love?
"Angie, I don't know how to say this." he started, voice barely above a whisper.
"yeah?" I asked, my voice just as quiet as his, maybe even more so.
"I'm so sorry to say this..."
No, no no no no no! This cannot be happening!
"I'm breaking up with you." he finished, still not looking me in the eyes.
"WHAT! No you can't!" I exclaimed, trying so hard not to believe what he was saying.
"I can and I will Angela. Don't fight me on this." He said, standing up and turning his back on me.
"Really, the one time you ask me not to fight you for what I love is the one time that I will."
"Angela, you have to understand..."
"Understand what! That after 5 years you have the balls to dump me! And for no apparent reason at all!"
"I don't love you any more Angela. I'm Sorry. But we're done." I Stood up from the bench I was sitting on, trying to control the sobbs that were attacking the inside of my chest.
He, he didn't love me.
"Angela." He called softly when I didn't respond.
I just kept backing away slowly, trying to get my brain to process what was going on. He didn't love me.
"Angela." he said again, a trace of worry beginning to seep into his voice. I was to lost to even notice it.
"Angela!" he said, his voice firm as he turned around to see me backing away from him, a look of hurt and betrayal frozen on my face, my makeup running from the constant flow of tears leaking from my eyes.
"Angel?" he called, his eyes softening.
That broke through my trance. "Don't call me that." I hissed venomously.
"Ang?" he tried, one last time, his hand reaching out and grabbing my fore arm.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" I yelled, my hand making contact with the side of his face before I could even register what was happening. He stepped back, immediately releasing me. I reached for my neck and yanked off the locket he had gotten me for our 3 year anniversary, throwing it to the ground at his feet.
"I hope you rot in hell you sick Bastard!" I forced the rough clenched teeth before turning and running to my car, ignoring him calling my name from somewhere behind me. I drove straight to my art studio, and seconds after barging through the doors, I broke down, my sobbs filling the empty space.
I lunged forward at the table where I had picture of us sitting for inspiration, and throwing my arms behind them, I shoved them all to the ground, the glass shattering out of the frame at my feet.
I grabbed the screwdriver that was on the next table over and, making my way around the room, tore through every single painting of us until all that was left was the tattered remains of a masterpiece. I stood in the middle of the room before collapsing onto the ground.
Ready to give up in everything, my job, my studies, my friends.
My life.
I looked at the screwdriver in my hand with a new perspective, before hastily sitting up and shoving it through my chest, straight though my shattered heart.
I bolted upright in bed, hands clutching at my chest.
It was just a dream.
A dream, that didn't happen.
But then I looked around my room. Not my room back in Minnesota, but my room in my LA loft.
Kendall really did break up with me. It wasn't a dream.
It really happened.
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