"We just wanted to talk about what happened last night."

It was a conversation I didn't want to have, but I one I had seen coming as my family had tip-toed around me all day long. I had tried my hardest to act like everything was normal, and that the events of the previous night had had no effect on me whatsoever, but inside I was lost; would I ever be able to find someone who wanted me for me?

Mason's words rang in my ears, repeating themselves over and over in my head like a vicious song:

"You're going to end up with someone who just wants you for your fame. Because there isn't a guy in the world who isn't going to be affected by that. You just wait, Samantha Carter. One day you're just going to have to settle for someone like me."


If there was one thing that a life of glamor and fame did, it was teach someone never to settle.

I looked at my parents as they sat across from me in the living room, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. They were sitting in a gorgeous mansion that was far nicer than the house that either one of them grew up in, despite their respective wealth before getting married. They had three kids who had turned out pretty alright; we weren't terribly ugly or untalented. With the parents we had, it would be highly unlikely for any of the three of us to come out any less than physically attractive.

They had a fantastic relationship that had lasted them through the past twenty-three years of marriage. They were loving to each other and to their kids. They knew what they wanted at all times and stopped at nothing to achieve it.

But me?

I was going to have to settle.

"Fine. What do you want to talk about?"

"We just want to let you know that we love you." My mother began, "And that what happened last night should not impact your level of confidence or self-worth."

"Really?" I responded, "My boyfriend came over to flirt with my father for the entire night."

"Hey, I'm an attractive man." My dad grinned, leaning back in his chair.

"Shut it." My mother warned before turning back to me. "I know that it seemed that way, honey. But sometimes people are just starstruck. I don't know exactly why, since your dad is a complete idiot most of the time, but the fact remains that it happens. And it has nothing to do with you. It's the idiots who think that they can get some second-hand fame off of you."

I was silent.

"As much as I disagree with the idiot comment," My father interjected, "Your mother's right, Samantha. Fame does a funny thing to people out there. It makes them act in ways that they would never dream of behaving before, and it's simply due to greed and jealousy. They want what you have, and they want to use you for it. But just know that someone will come along. It could be in a month, it could be in a year, it could be in ten years. But someone is going to come along and you're going to realize that not every guy out there sucks."

I nodded, focusing on keeping the tears away from my eyes.

"Thank you guys." I nodded. "I appreciate it."

I gave them both a hug before walking upstairs to my bedroom and collapsing on the floor with my laptop, searching for Netflix shows. I had only gotten five minutes into One Tree Hill before my phone rang.

"Hello?" I asked, swallowing my popcorn.

"The parentals are out of town for the weekend and I am throwing a rager tonight."

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