Sarah's POV
It's been three days since Dave's interview. Dave has been trying to reach me but I keep letting it go to voicemail. He had to go do a few interviews in New York so he hasn't been able to come see me. And I've been avoiding all his calls and texts so he hasn't been able to get a hold of me either.
After I ran out of the studio, I got a cab home. When I got home my eyes were red from trying not to cry in the taxi. My parents asked me what was wrong when I walked in but I just shook my head and ran upstairs. I locked myself in the bathroom, removed my clothes and makeup and as soon as the warm water hit my skin I started sobbing.
When I got out and got dressed I went right to bed. My parents didn't bother me. They must have suspected something happened between me and Dave. I fell asleep the night to the sounds of my iPod and my sobs.
I woke up the next morning to someone rubbing my shoulder. I opened my eyes surprised to see it was my dad.
"Sarah? Are you okay? You didn't come down for dinner." He asked concerned.
"I'm fine." My voice betrayed me. It sounded rough and dry like I had drunk sand.
"What happened?" He pushed. "Did Dave....."
"Yes dad! It's because of Dave!" I shot up in bed and yelled. "Are you happy?! He is a selfish actor who only wanted to screw me!" I threw off my covers and locked myself in the bathroom. I put my back to the door and slide down it. I pulled my knees to my chest and cried.
I knew that wasn't true. I'm the reason we broke up. If you can even call it that. We've only known each other for a few weeks but I feel like we've know each other for years.
I heard a knock at the door but ignored it. "Sarah, Dave is on the phone for you." I covered my mouth to try to stop the sob.
"Sweetie, I really think you should talk to him." I heard her sigh. "I'm sorry hun. She isn't feeling very well...... Okay, I'll tell her. Alright bye."
I felt my mom push my phone underneath the door. "I think you should at least read some of the messages Dave sent you. I know you feel like you aren't meant to be together but honey, he really cares about you." I heard her walk away as I grabbed my phone. Tears continued to stream down my cheeks as I scrolled through the messages.
Are you okay?
I love you.
Sarah, what's going on?
I love you.
Please answer me.
I love you.
Sarah?
I love you.
Is this about what we talked about at the studio? If it is, it's not true. You are worth it.
I love you.
Please, Sarah. I need to talk to you.
I love you.
Why won't you answer me?
I love you.
I'm not going to stop trying Sarah.
I love you.
I will keep texting and calling you until you answer me.
I love you.
I'm not kidding.
I love you.
I will keep sending messages.
I love you.
Sarah, please. What else can I do to prove that I care about you?
I love you.
I'm trying. I really am Sarah.
I love you.
Please, can't we talk?
I love you.
Sarah, what's going on?
I love you.
Why won't you answer me?
I love you.
Sarah, I just want to talk.
I love you.
Please. At least send me something so I know you're okay.
I love you.
I've called hundreds of times. I even called your house. Sarah what's going on?
I love you.
Sarah, I just want to talk.
I love you.
I'm not mad at you. I just want to talk.
I love you.
Please. Sarah. Just talk to me.
I love you.
Is it my fault? Did I do something?
I love you.
Sarah, please. I can't stop thinking about you.
I love you.
Sarah?
I love you.
Please talk to me.
I love you.
I understand why you ran off. But you're wrong. I don't care about my life. I care about you. I want you.
I love you.
I don't know what to do. Sarah, help me.
I love you.
I'm trying babe. I really am.
I love you.
I want you in my life. Please.
I love you.
I just want to know you are okay. That nothing happened to you.
I love you.
Sarah, please.
I love you.
I'm not going to stop trying, Sarah. I will keep reaching out to you because I love you.
I love you.
I wasn't lying when I told you I loved you. I'm not one of those actors who sleeps with a girl and then never talks to her. I really like you Sarah. Please. Talk to me.
I love you.
Okay. I know you think you aren't enough for me but Sarah you are. I love spending time with you. These past few weeks have been amazing. I am so happy when I'm with you. You make me feel like I can take on the world. Without you? I don't even want to think about my life without you.
I love you.
I took a deep breathe before pushing on his contact. It only rang once.
"Sarah!! Thank goodness. Are you alright?? You sound tired. Can I come see you? Please?" His voice made my heart break.
"I..... I don't think that's a good idea, Dave."
"Why? Sarah," I cut him off.
"Dave. We are from two different worlds. We shouldn't..... We can't be together Dave. It just won't work. It would be better.....easier if you forgot about me and I forgot about you."
"You're right, Sarah. It would be "easier". But I don't want easy. I want you."
"Dave please," I said biting back tears. "Don't make this harder than is has to be. Please." I didn't let him respond. Instead I hung up. He called a few more times but I turned my phone off.
I crawled back into be and once again, cried myself to sleep.
School was rough the next day. Girls kept coming up and asking me what is was like to be hit by a god.
Not great. Until I actually met the god and got to know how amazing he was.
After about a week people moved on to the next topic: Prom.
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Dave's POV
It's been over a week and Sarah still hasn't answered me. She had gone back to school- back to her life. And I was having trouble going back to mine. I did interviews and photo shoots but the whole time, I thought about Sarah. It didn't help that people kept asking me about the accident.
"Dude, if you keep looking at the wall you're face is gonna freeze that way." I looked to see James standing in the doorway.
"Leave me alone." I mumbled before collapsing on my bed.
I heard James sigh before walking over and sitting on my bed. "Look man, I know you miss Sarah. Hell, I miss her. She was a great girl."
"How exactly is this supposed to be you helping me feel better?" I groaned sitting back up.
"What I mean is, get off your ass and go get the girl." James laughed. "Look, Sarah feels like you are two different people right? Well, show her you are serious enough about her that you are willing to trade in interviews for textbooks. That you are willing to give up your life for her."
"I have! She just says that she doesn't want to keep me from acting. She even thinks that she has been holding me back. She thinks we shouldn't be together because she isn't an actress. What do I do James?"
"You love her, right?"
"Yes."
"Then tell her." With that he left. I sighed as I stood up and grabbed my computer. I immediately googled her name and the first thing that came up was the article about the accident. Before I clicked on it, I saw another link to a school website.
When I clicked on it, I was taken to the online school newspaper. There were a lot of articles, all written by Sarah Sanders.
As I read through her articles, I realized what a talented writer she was. Suddenly, I was struck by a great idea. She could be a screenwriter!! I smiled as I continued to read everything she wrote.
As I was reading through an article she wrote about the big homecoming game I noticed a link to another page. Curious, I clicked on it. A page popped up advertising prom tickets. I looked at the date and got another brilliant idea.
Coming soon!
Dave Franco Imagines!!