Movie Star ( part 1 )

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Warnings: Angst, Drinking, Swearing

You sat down besides your boyfriend David and a couple of his friends by the bar. He was invited to hangout with them at this nearby club, and apparently they had really good drinks. As you had nothing better to do, you decided to tag along.

" So, your David's girl, right! Must be fun living with this guy everyday. " One of his friends joked. You giggled, " no, surprisingly he's calmer around me. " Dave flashed you a small smile, to which you responded with a small kiss on his cheek. " I'm blushing " another one of his friends cackled. " Oh shut up! You haven't ever seen a couple?" you laughed.

As the night went on, everything was going great, you were all chatting about different things, and laughing about each others stories. As usual though, David and his friends drank quite a bit, and you could see the affects starting to kick in. Sometimes, Dave would slur at his words or would act different, but this time he seemed a little angrier. you hated when he drank a lot, but unfortunately it was a large part of his career.

Suddenly, a big camera flashed in front of Dave. "
Hey, Dave! What's going on? Any future plans for the band? " the reporter piped up. What a loser, using David being drunk for his gain. None the less, he answered the questions with confidence.

" Okay so dave, what are your thoughts on marriage? What's your type? " the reporter asked, glaring at you knowing exactly that you were his girlfriend. Then, dave slurred something that sank your heart. " I'm gonna marry a fuckin Movie Star!! " he said, with a smirk on his face. How could he. Is that really what he wanted? A perfect movie star with a perfect body and face?

Tears started forming in your eyes, and you stormed out of the bar, running down the street hopelessly. You were going to pack your things, and leave. The drinking was to much to bear, and now he didn't even love you because of it. He chose the alcohol over you.

Tears spilled down your face as you packed your clothes into your bag. You ran out of the house, stuffing the bags into your car, and driving to your apartment.

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