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xxx"i know i should walk away
xxxbut i just want to let you break my brain.
xxxand i can't seem to get a grip
xxxno matter how i live with it."
x
On the outside, it seemed like nothing was wrong. The party was in full swing. Samuel and Jamie both had plates of pizza and a beer in front of them. Jamie had his arm over Samuel's shoulders as they chatted amongst themselves and with other people around them. They both looked happy, as happy as they ever did. Nobody there could have ever known anything was wrong between them. Nobody else knew about the explosive argument that they'd had earlier that day. Samuel could hardly even remember what most of it had been about. It had started with Jamie suggesting a change to his outfit, Samuel had questioned why it was necessary... and they'd then spent the next hour arguing over... well, everything. Samuel hadn't even been sure that Jamie would be coming. But then he showed up, on time, as polished as ever, with a blazer slung over his arm for Samuel. Not wanting to spark another argument, Samuel had worn it. He did agree that it added a little something to the outfit... but he was damned if he was going to admit that to Jamie's face.
This was nothing new. It seemed like every time they spoke, they argued. There was times when Samuel wondered why the hell they were still together. But then Jamie showed up with a smile and an apology, they kissed and made up, and even though they both knew that it was going to happen again, they let it go and pretended that this time, this time it would be better. Samuel didn't want to let go. It hurt like hell sometimes, and he felt like he was a fool for letting his heart win, but there had been a reason he'd fallen in love with Jamie in the first place. That spark was still there. Sometimes. Less and less, but... it was still there at least.
"Be right back, babe," he said, kissing Jamie on the cheek and picking up his beer. He needed to find Ris, check in on him. The night was still young, and he wanted to make sure his roommate wasn't too drunk just yet.
This was nothing new. It seemed like every time they spoke, they argued. There was times when Samuel wondered why the hell they were still together. But then Jamie showed up with a smile and an apology, they kissed and made up, and even though they both knew that it was going to happen again, they let it go and pretended that this time, this time it would be better. Samuel didn't want to let go. It hurt like hell sometimes, and he felt like he was a fool for letting his heart win, but there had been a reason he'd fallen in love with Jamie in the first place. That spark was still there. Sometimes. Less and less, but... it was still there at least.
"Be right back, babe," he said, kissing Jamie on the cheek and picking up his beer. He needed to find Ris, check in on him. The night was still young, and he wanted to make sure his roommate wasn't too drunk just yet.