AN- HEYYY! It's veeheart914! This is my new Seddie story, "The Story of Us" it's based on the Taylor Swift….so enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing besides the plot…and original characters that may or may not appear in this story…
Chapter 1: The Big Bad Breakup
Sam had been dating for two years and it was our anniversary. December 27th. And we had our biggest fight ever. Right before I was going to propose to her.
"So, since we're dating, I'm not allowed to be friends with Brandon?"
Sam looked at me with amused disbelief. I remembered that asshole. The one that kept trying to touch Sam. I hated him with all my heart. I still do.
"Not when he constantly tries to feel you up!"
"Everyone makes mistakes, Freddie! I talked to him about it!"
"Then how come he keeps doing it?"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"On Christmas Eve, the party!"
"Dude, he was smashed! He didn't know what he was doing!"
"That's not an excuse!"
"It's not like you've never gotten drunk before!"
"Well I've never tried to do anything with you or Carly when I was!"
"I can take care of myself, Benson!"
"Sam! Don't change the subject! That's not what this is about!"
"Then what is it about, Fredwad?"
"It's about this 'friend' trying to take advantage of you!"
"It's not like he's ever actually done anything!"
"What if he does?"
"Nothing will happen!"
"Sam, this is serious. You know what happened to Wendy when she was alone with him!"
"Do you want that to happen to you?"
"When something like this happened with Pete, you didn't want any part of him! Why are you fighting so hard for Brandon?"
Then Carly walked in with a pink stick. A pregnancy test. A negative pregnancy test, but still, a pregnancy test.
"Do you guys know what this is about?"
She looked very concerned. Sam's face paled.
"But we never-"
I started my sentence, but then it dawned on me. This was because of that bastard. Brandon.
"I meant to tell you-"
"Tell me what? That you are cheating on me with that FUCKING MANWHORE?"
"Freddie, it was an accident! We were hammered!"
Sam started sobbing.
"Please, don't leave…."
She looked so broken I almost gave in, but then I remembered Brandon. I wasn't even angry. Just really hurt.
"Here's the engagement ring I almost gave you. I hope you and your fuck-buddy enjoy it, since I wasn't enough for you. All my things will be out of our apartment tomorrow. Have a nice life."
I walked out of the room crying. My everything had already been taken away, so loosing dignity wasn't really a big worry for me. I honestly didn't give a shit about who saw me.
-end of flashback-
And that's the last time I saw any of them.
Sam and Carly had moved to Hollywood to pursue their music careers.
Both of them were very talented.
Now they are all over magazines, on tv, in movies.
At first I couldn't go anywhere without being reminded of them.
Then I moved to Chicago.
I got a job and a roommate.
A whole group of new friends.
And that's where all the crazy shit started happening.
AN- I hope you liked it! The second chapter will be uploaded soon! And I am writing stuff for my other stories, 'KEEPER' and 'Front Lines', etc. I promise everything will be updated soon. I've just been having a really bat-shit crazy fall/winter. Sooooo busy. With school projects I'm procrastinating on by writing right now. And visiting family and such…and soccer….and National Academic League…lots of crap…REVIEW! It isn't really good yet, but soon the story will pick up and there will be plenty of drama…
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