Portman was sitting in his dorm room tapping his pen on his desk in rhythm with the music that was paying on his radio. Normally at times when he was lost in depression, anger or any other deep emotion, he'd write a poem. But that day he was struggling, somehow he couldn't find words that rhyme with treacherous bitch. In all his life he'd never had such animosity for someone, not even Rick Riley had ever made him as irate and hostile as he was with Samantha.
A sudden knock on the door caused him to lose concentration on his pen tapping pattern. It couldn't be any of the Ducks, it was Fulton's room so he wouldn't knock and the rest of the team just barged into each others rooms anyway. Well everyone's room other then Connie and Julie's, they learned the hard way after Guy burst in to talk to Connie and found Jules standing in her bra and panties.
So he got up against his better judgment, something inside of him told him not to open the door, but he was welcoming a distraction from him unhappiness. However as the door squeaked on it's unoiled hinges and opened to reveal the guest, he realized he never should've gone against the inner warning.
"What do you want Sam?" He grumbled, seeing the dark haired beauty standing in the hall, hand poised to knock again.
She stepped back a half of afoot and cleared her throat nervously.
"We have to talk."
Portman shook his head
"I have nothing to say to you." He declared trying to close the door on her face.
"Then you can listen, I'll talk." Samantha stuck out her hand and stopped the door from fully closing.
"Whatever." Dean walked away from the door, leaving Sam to open it and follow him in.
Samantha sat at the edge of his bed, in an agonizingly long and uncomfortable silence. Portman kept his back to her, sitting in his desk chair, doing his best to ignore her presence.
"Dean…" She began.
"Portman." He cut her off without turning around.
"What?"
"Nobody calls me Dean, the only reason I let you is because of how I felt about you. But you went and screwed that up, so it's Portman."
"Why are you being so difficult, why can't you just try to understand?"
"Understand? I understand perfectly, I understand that the girl I've been in love with since Freshmen year, a girl that I've been defending to and taking slack from my friends for those three years, got drunk and cheated on me. That our relationship didn't mean enough to her, that she wouldn't sleep with someone else. Sam you're not the same person I fell in love with, or maybe you are and I just never realized the type of person you really are. Hell you know what they say 'There are none so blind as those that refuse to see.', I guess I just refused to see you for what you really are."
"We don't even know what happened that night, all we have to go on is Ryan's word."
"That's enough for me."
Tears began to trickle down Samantha's cheeks, her green eyes filling like a well.
"Please don't do this." She pleaded.
"Please leave," Dean still hadn't turned around, by this point his voice was low, quiet. Almost more pained then angry was his tone. "just go."
Samantha pushed herself off the bed, it was clear she was getting nowhere with him, that maybe it was too soon or too late to work things out. Yet she hesitated at the door, she turned and took one last look at his back before leave the room.
As Sam's footsteps disappeared down the hall Portman's shoulders began to shake and his breath quivered. Before he knew it he was a 6'2 mass of teary, weepy, muscles. Twenty minutes later the door opened again, Fulton had just finished his shift at Target and wanted to change out of uniform before meeting his girlfriend Sherry for a pizza.
"What's goin' on dude?" Fulton asked as he crossed the threshold.
Portman gulped and swallowed his tears, he drew one last shaky breath to calm himself before saying.
"Not much dude. How was work?"
"It was work. Are you cryin'?"
"Cryin', me? Come on, you know me better then that."
"Portman, what's up?"
"You guys were right that's all, Sam's selfish, just like you all kept telling me."
"Hey, I was suppose to go out with Sherry for a slice, but I'll call her and stay here with ya."
"Nah, go, you've still got a girlfriend. Have a good time."
Once he was alone again Portman finally had the inspiration for his poem.
I must have made the worlds biggest mistake
I thought this was a love to cause the Earth to shake
My friends all warned me, said not to fall
But stubborn, stupid me ignored them all
To get you I would've crossed the sea
Believed that once I had you, you'd belong to me
Nothing works out the way it should
Nothing can ever be that perfect or good
So what we had is lost now
I want to save it but I don't know how
It's too late, it's over it's gone
But while it lasted, you were the one
A sudden knock on the door caused him to lose concentration on his pen tapping pattern. It couldn't be any of the Ducks, it was Fulton's room so he wouldn't knock and the rest of the team just barged into each others rooms anyway. Well everyone's room other then Connie and Julie's, they learned the hard way after Guy burst in to talk to Connie and found Jules standing in her bra and panties.
So he got up against his better judgment, something inside of him told him not to open the door, but he was welcoming a distraction from him unhappiness. However as the door squeaked on it's unoiled hinges and opened to reveal the guest, he realized he never should've gone against the inner warning.
"What do you want Sam?" He grumbled, seeing the dark haired beauty standing in the hall, hand poised to knock again.
She stepped back a half of afoot and cleared her throat nervously.
"We have to talk."
Portman shook his head
"I have nothing to say to you." He declared trying to close the door on her face.
"Then you can listen, I'll talk." Samantha stuck out her hand and stopped the door from fully closing.
"Whatever." Dean walked away from the door, leaving Sam to open it and follow him in.
Samantha sat at the edge of his bed, in an agonizingly long and uncomfortable silence. Portman kept his back to her, sitting in his desk chair, doing his best to ignore her presence.
"Dean…" She began.
"Portman." He cut her off without turning around.
"What?"
"Nobody calls me Dean, the only reason I let you is because of how I felt about you. But you went and screwed that up, so it's Portman."
"Why are you being so difficult, why can't you just try to understand?"
"Understand? I understand perfectly, I understand that the girl I've been in love with since Freshmen year, a girl that I've been defending to and taking slack from my friends for those three years, got drunk and cheated on me. That our relationship didn't mean enough to her, that she wouldn't sleep with someone else. Sam you're not the same person I fell in love with, or maybe you are and I just never realized the type of person you really are. Hell you know what they say 'There are none so blind as those that refuse to see.', I guess I just refused to see you for what you really are."
"We don't even know what happened that night, all we have to go on is Ryan's word."
"That's enough for me."
Tears began to trickle down Samantha's cheeks, her green eyes filling like a well.
"Please don't do this." She pleaded.
"Please leave," Dean still hadn't turned around, by this point his voice was low, quiet. Almost more pained then angry was his tone. "just go."
Samantha pushed herself off the bed, it was clear she was getting nowhere with him, that maybe it was too soon or too late to work things out. Yet she hesitated at the door, she turned and took one last look at his back before leave the room.
As Sam's footsteps disappeared down the hall Portman's shoulders began to shake and his breath quivered. Before he knew it he was a 6'2 mass of teary, weepy, muscles. Twenty minutes later the door opened again, Fulton had just finished his shift at Target and wanted to change out of uniform before meeting his girlfriend Sherry for a pizza.
"What's goin' on dude?" Fulton asked as he crossed the threshold.
Portman gulped and swallowed his tears, he drew one last shaky breath to calm himself before saying.
"Not much dude. How was work?"
"It was work. Are you cryin'?"
"Cryin', me? Come on, you know me better then that."
"Portman, what's up?"
"You guys were right that's all, Sam's selfish, just like you all kept telling me."
"Hey, I was suppose to go out with Sherry for a slice, but I'll call her and stay here with ya."
"Nah, go, you've still got a girlfriend. Have a good time."
Once he was alone again Portman finally had the inspiration for his poem.
I must have made the worlds biggest mistake
I thought this was a love to cause the Earth to shake
My friends all warned me, said not to fall
But stubborn, stupid me ignored them all
To get you I would've crossed the sea
Believed that once I had you, you'd belong to me
Nothing works out the way it should
Nothing can ever be that perfect or good
So what we had is lost now
I want to save it but I don't know how
It's too late, it's over it's gone
But while it lasted, you were the one