IM5 Preferences

2. Fight

No relationship is any good, if it can’t overcome the obstacles life throws at you.

Cole

Ever since you and Cole went public with your relationship, it’s been almost impossible to go on the internet without seeing some negative comment. You thought the fans would be supportive of your relationship, since they claim to love the boys so much, but it’s been the polar opposite instead.

You wouldn’t have expected it, but on top of that, you and Cole fight about it all the time. You met at the Avalon, and Cole’s passion just struck a chord with you. You thought he would be just as passionate with your relationship, but he hasn’t.

“Why do you always do this?!” Cole raises his voice at you, angry and hurt.

“Do what, Cole?!” you yell right back.

“You don’t show any respect to my fans!”

It hits you like a bullet and you draw back, your voice dropping to a murmur, “They don’t show any respect for us.”

His jaw goes slack and he looks down at his feet.

You continue, “They say that they love you so much and that they respect you, but they obviously don’t. They don’t support you when it comes to our relationship, not at all.” You can feel your body shaking from all the pent up emotion and it takes everything you have not to break and cry right then and there.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

But you just shake your head and hold the door open for him as he walks out. He looks back over his shoulder, but you’ve already closed the door.

Dalton

You’re walking down the hallway with your boyfriend of over a year, Dalton. It’s been difficult lately. You’ve been working a lot and there hasn’t been much time for your relationship. He doesn’t understand, but it’s only because you’ve been far too afraid to tell him the whole truth. You met one night when you were waiting tables and he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. There was just a connection that night and now you’re together.

But a relationship is far from the wonderland you dreamed it would be. Instead, it’s been more like crossing through a field of thorns. He’s so close, but you feel miles away from his heart.

You two reach the school courtyard, and there’s almost no one around you now.

He turns to you, his expression something you don’t recognize. “How come you never have time for me anymore?”

You sigh, “Dalton, you know that I have to wor—”

“’You have to work,’” he hisses, “I know, I’ve heard it a thousand times.”

You’re hurt, “You don’t have to be like that.”

He gives you a look, almost like a glare, “You never make time for me, everything’s always about your job.”

You don’t say anything, biting your lip instead.

He puts his hands on your shoulders and turns you to face him, his expression livid, “Are you seeing someone else?!”

“No.” You knew he’d think that.

“It’s just that,” you pause not sure if you should tell that, “I need the money.”

“What? Why would you—”

“I never told you this, but I have to pay my own bills and support myself.”