disclaimer: i own my ideas. :D but nothing else. :[

okay, this is based on the song "The way i loved you" by Taylor Swift.:] its an awesome song, listen to it. :D:D

Anyway, i promised someone (you know who you are. ;] ) AGES ago that i'd write something, so i finally have. lol.

I think this may be a two/three part, im not sure. but this is definetly not the only chapter. :]

READ&REVIEW PLEASE. :D

Stephanie lay in bed, curled up next to her current partner Jason. He was sweet, kind, funny and very gorgeous. They finally spent their first night together after her constant battle with her personal rules about men and dating. the moonlight breaking through the gap in the bedroom curtains lit up a line of the entire room. She lay on her side, his arm tightened a little around her waist.

Smiling contently Stephanie fell into a peaceful slumber.

"Paul I swear to god…"

"Oh come on Steph, stop being a freaking uptight!"

"Excuse me?"

"Seriously honey, all you care about is work, live a little."

"All I care about is work because im making sure that we can actually pay rent this month!"

Stephanie slammed the bedroom door in his face, again.

She picked up a photo of the pair that stood out on her bed stand and threw it hard against the door, the glass splattered into hundreds of tiny pieces on the floor surrounding the hardwood door. The tears stung the back of her eyes, she hated when they fought, but she knew he was right. She was being to uptight, but something had to be done. Money was a big issue for the couple, Paul worked two jobs as did Stephanie but somehow money was still tight.

She lay on the bed, looking up at the ceiling wondering how her life had turned out this way. She was never one to worry about money or the bigger things in life. Daddy always helped out, he understood everything so when she had a problem she ran to him. But now, she was living in the city, in the big bad world by herself, well…not totally by herself. Paul was here. He was sweet, funny, kind, loving and he was there, all the time. He stayed when life got rough and made everything better when she was upset. And now they were fighting over a stupid little thing like money!!

She picked herself up and made her way over to the bedroom door, picking up the photo that lay on the ground, it was taken by one of their best friends at a club one night, it was one of her favourite photos of them. She held the photo to her chest before laying it down on the large chest of drawers and stepping carefully over the shards of glass.

Walking into the living room she watched as Paul gently swayed back and forth on the sofa, his hands clasped tight together, muttering quietly to himself. She stood in the doorway watching him, contemplating with himself to go and get her or just to leave her to cool off. He knew she had a temper.

He stood up and took a step towards he door before noticing her standing there. Stephanie gave the 'im-sorry-I-acted-stupid' look, Paul opened his arms slightly signalling a hug. Stephanie walked up to him and threw her arms around his neck.

"Im sorry." she whispered, her face buried in his neck.

"Its okay." He replied, his hands softly rubbing her back, calming her down immediately.

He pulled back slightly, before they both knew it his lips were on hers in a passionate lip lock that blew Stephanie's mind. Hands roamed bodies, clothes were discarded…

Stephanie shot up from her sleep, only getting so far, realising the weight that was keeping her put. She glanced round at her sleeping boyfriend and sighed deeply, running her hands through her dark locks, before turning back on her side and attempting to get some sleep.

Why was he invading her thoughts now!?

Stephanie walked through the streets of New York city, the raining hammering down on her black umbrella, her high heel clad feet pacing through puddles, occasionally splashing water on her bare legs. Her mind plagued with thoughts of her husband and the fight they just had about his mother, she was still convinced his mother didn't like her yet he wanted to accept her offer of the pair staying with his parents for four days, which obviously Steph objected to. Before she could read his reaction she stormed out of their cosy little two bedroom apartment that had a beautiful view of the city. She walked the streets, trying to find something to do, rather than go home and facing her probably angry husband.

Failing to find anything reasonably interesting she picked up the pace, turning the corner to proceed up the steps to their a apartment she noticed her husband sitting on the steps, his head in his hands, blonde hair matted to his face.

Stephanie walked up to him, holding the umbrella of the pair of them. He looked up, his expression blank. "You're soaked." He just nodded and stood, his eyes showing his apology.

"You forgot your keys didn't you?"

He nodded again and smirked slightly. She held out the umbrella for him to hold while her hand dug around in her purse for her keys. Raindrops, suddenly made their way down her hair and she raised her head to see that he was now closing the umbrella.

"What are you doing?" she questioned, a demanding tone gracing her usually sweet tone. "Now im getting wet."

"Im sorry" he breathed. His hands gently taking hers, he stared at the gorgeous woman in front of him, the rain making her hair slowing mat itself to her head, which made her bright blue eyes shine even more. "I was being a jerk, I should have listened to you…sorry." he whispered again before ascending his lips upon hers.

Her heart slowly melted as he took control. She tried to push him back, she hated how she was around him, he knew just what to say and when to say it, he was so sweet and romantic and she was powerless when it came to staying mad. Her hands lifted as if on their own command and gently ran through his hair. He reached back, taking the keys from her hand and pushed her gently back into the door before opening it and lifting her up the step and out of the rain.

Stephanie groaned as the sunlight replaced the moonlight, a bright yellow glow now took over the bedroom making it impossible to sleep. She felt the chest underneath her vibrate with laughter. She looked up and saw Jason laughing, his hand ran through her hair, she felt nothing,

It just wasn't the same when he did it.

woohoo.
i finally wrote something! phaha.

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