Sam was done finishing up his music video and I sighed out of relief. We had been on set the entire weekend and don't get me wrong, I love that he's doing what he loves, but the girl in the 'shorts' was a little bothering me.
There was a gorgeous blonde also on set and she played in the video. I know I shouldn't be jealous or whatever, but y'know when there's a beautiful girl lingering on your boyfriend, there is every right to be jealous.
"Hey babe." Sammy said as he walked over to me. I weakly smiled and turned away to walk on the pretty beach.
This whole thing was upsetting me in all honesty. I know I shouldn't be feeling like this, but all I could think about is how Sam was going to fall for her. "Hey," Sam pulled me back and I turned to face him. "what's wrong?"
"Nothing?" I looked behind him and saw everyone was packing their stuff in to go home again.
Sam cocked his brow, not believing what I said. "Now what's the real deal here?"
"Really, just leave it." I tried to pass Sam who was standing in my way. I just wanted to enjoy the sunset.
"Not until you really tell me what's going on." I sighed and harshly swallowed.
"I'm just tired. That's all." I gave him a reassuring smile and pushed him a little harder now.
"Why won't you just tell me?" He said from behind me. I heard his voice coming closer as I walked through the messy sand. "I'm your boyfriend; you're supposed to feel like you can tell me anything. Did I do something wrong?"
"I'm your girlfriend; I'm not supposed to be clingy and jealous about some kind of blonde but apparently I am." I admitted in one breath.
Somehow I hoped Sam would drop it and laugh it off, but this time he didn't. "That's why you're angry? Because I have this other girl on set with me?" He sounded rather annoyed.
"Yeah." I softly said. "I know, it's ridiculous and-"
"No shit, don't you trust me or something? You think I would bang her in the closet or something?" I widened my eyes at what he just said.
"Don't you even dare to put this on me." I said through gritted teeth.
"Why? Why is it so hard to not blame me for everything I do? This is my job! I thought you were happy for me?"
"I am!" I yelled a little louder than intented. "I really am, but I just..." I couldn't find a good explanation to give him.
"You what?" He took a step closer to me while looking at me like he wanted to possess me. "Can't you just be reasonal for once?" He sighed before turning back to where everyone was.
"Fine," I breathed out just loud enough for him to hear it. "listen, just look at her. She's fucking beautiful." My voice cracked out of the blue.
"Sam, I'm no competition compared to her." He walked closer to me as his face softened. "I just feel like I'm not good enough, alright." I weakly admitted.
I hated admitting my insecurities. "I know, it's fucking crazy. But I-I feel like you could do so much better than me when I see her." I sighed.
Sam walked over to me and pulled me in for a hug, rubbing my back slightly. "Baby, I'm sorry." He softly said.
"No, no. I'm the one who should be sorry. This is your carreer and I couldn't be more proud at you, really. I'm so proud at you and I shouldn't be angry becau-" Sam interrupted me by kissing me.
It lasted for like a second, but it was long enough for me right now. "I love you. I always have, alright? Just because she's someone pretty I happened to be working with, doesn't mean I would pick her over you, because trust me, I would pick you over her any day, any time." Sam winked.
I chuckled and shook my head. "I love you too. Sorry for being such a bitch."
"It's okay, babe. Now, let's go be corny and walk hand in hand over the beach."
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