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"What are you doing," he asked starring down at his girlfriend.
"Oh, nothing," she stood up picking the dog up with her.
"Sure," he rolled his eyes.
"TRL is on," she grabbed the remote and flipped on the TV.
"We watch it everyday," he moaned.
"Oh you are no fun. Plus it is different everyday!"
"No, you just wanna see your boys," Pat laughed. "Cuz I want it that way," he sang falling onto the couch.
"Shuddup," Candice threw a pillow at him.
"It's true," he laughed. "The only reason you wanna watch it is cuz you still like him!"
"Pat you're so wrong," Candice turned the TV up and sat next to Pat on the couch.
"Oh, look it's your boys, oh sexy!"
"Shh, I wanna hear this song," she hissed.
"You always wanna hear this song," Pat stood up. "You love him don't you," he turned off the TV.
"Pat you're crazy," he sat in front of her.
"You still love him, you've never stopped."
"Pat," she started.
"No, it's fine...I mean," he trailed off.
"You're wrong Pat, ok. I don't love him," she moved closer to him. "I love you," she whispered kissing his lips.

~Two days later~

"Man I don't feel so good," she rubbed her head and sat up.
"Hey babe what's wrong," Pat asked walking out of the bathroom.
"Every morning for the past three days I've felt sick when I've woke up."
"Are you pregnant," Pat asked sitting next to her.
"Oh, god no," she cried.
"Are you," he repeated.
"Pat, no I'm not ok. Lets not fight."
"You sure," he stood up.
"Dammit, yes I'm sure!"
"You know if," he started.
She cut him off, "Pat." She stood up and cupped his face in her hands. "I'm not having a baby and even if I was it wouldn't be yours," she declared laughing as she jumped off the bed and ran out of the room.
"Hey," he called. "I'm gonna hurt you Trouble," she stopped dead in her tracks.
"What did you just say," her body tensed up and her eyes turned cold.
"I said I'm gonna," she cut him off.
"No! What did you just call me," she demanded.
"Trouble," he choked out as she tensed up once again.
"Why? Why would you do that," she cried.
"What," Pat stood clueless.
"Pat, just don't ever call me that, it just hits a nerve," she started away from him.
"He called you that didn't he," Pat spun her towards him.
"Don't ever touch me, ever!" She ran out of his house and sat on the top porch step.
"I'm really sorry," he whispered sitting next to her.
"No don't be sorry, I should be. I can't have a normal relationship I have to start fights. I have to be a bitch," she cried.
"No, no," he hugged her. "Sure you're not pregnant?"
"Pat even if I was the baby would die," she slapped her hand over her mouth and turned away from him.
"What," he asked grabbing her arm and turning her towards him. "What are you talking about," Pat demanded.
"Nothing," she pulled away from him tears filled her eyes.
"No, nothing doesn't make you cry," he stood up. "What did you eat last night or should I ask what did you do with what you hate?"
"Um, I dunno," she started to stand.
"Yes, you do! Let's go now we're having breakfast," he picked her up and started to walk back into the house as she kicked and screamed.
"No, I'm not hungry. I had food last night I swear," she tried to pull out of his grip. "You're crazy!"
Pat stopped short of the kitchen and dropped her; she went crashing down on the hardwood floor.
"Dammit that hurt asshole," she screamed sitting up.
"Listen here I'm not the fucking crazy one here ok! I'm not the one who thinks I'm fat when I'm 20 years old and weigh a hundred pounds and I'm not the one who," he started to whispered as he sat next to her on the floor. "Who thinks maybe a pop star--if I become 'prefect' will come back to me," tears filled his eyes. "Don't tell me that's not what you think cuz you do and I know it and you've got this guy who thinks you're all better--when you're not. So, he goes on with his life and his girlfriend and only thinks about you when he has the time," hot tears ran down his cheeks as he pulled her into his arms. "And it kills me to sit here and watch you kill yourself or at least try--over something that won't ever be, it kills me all over and over and over again then the next day and then the next."
"Oh, Pat, I'm so sorry," Candice cried pulling him closer. "I'm so, so, so sorry!"

~ JUNE ~

"The phone," she jumped off her bed and checked her called ID. "I love you," she smiled answering the phone.
"Whatcha want girl," he rolled his eyes.
"Well, Mike, see it's like this I have this road trip and I have no one to tag along.."
"Oh wow, I mean I'd love to Candi I really would--you know me. Why can't Pat with you?"
"Well, see Pat and I are at this bad point in our relationship--you know and plus he's with his aunt in Colorado."
"Oh, I'm really sorry Cand, but I already have plans for this summer."
"That's fine, so what did you want," she frowned.
"Oh never mind, hey but I've gotta go talk to you later love ya girl," he hung up and she dialed up another number.
"Hello Thompson and Thompson how may I help you," a voice answered.
"Hey, Jackie can I talk to my dad," Candice walked down the stairway and into her kitchen as she waited for her father.
"Hey, how are you doing Sis," a male voice asked.
"Fine, how's work Dad," Candice smiled.
"So what do you want?"
"Daddy no one wants to go on a road trip with me," she cried.
"Oh sweetie I'm sorry," her father sat down knowing this would be a long conversation. "Did you ask Pat?"
"No, he's gone and we're fighting again," Candice sighed.
"Did you ask your mother," her dad teased.
"Dad! I'm serious, I really don't want to have to drive all the way to Tampa by myself," she smiled sweetly.
"Well, neither do I, have you asked Manda or maybe even Emma?"
"Oh I wanna go Sis," her little brother screamed running into the kitchen.
"Sorry Josh but you're too young," she thought for a minute. "You're only Twelve and it's a road trip, if I was flying you could go ok?"
"But," he started.
"Josh just leave please I'm talking to dad," Candice pushed her little brother out of the room.
"I know, I know," he screamed stomping up the stairs.
"Plus Emma is only ten."
"True, true."
"And Amanda is in New York, I'll talk to you later dad bye," Candice hung up the phone and flopped down on the sofa.
"Miss Thompson I'm sorry to disturb you but Mr. James is at your door," Max smiled.
"Great," Candice jumped off the sofa. "Thanks Max," she yelled running to the front door.
"Hey Candi," James hugged her.
"James, James," she kissed his cheek. "How about a road trip?"
"Road trip?"
"Yeah, do you always have to repeat me," Candice teased.
"I'd like that, where are we going?"
"Florida, Tennessee, and that's bout it."
"Wow, well," she flashed him puppy dog eyes and he gave in. "Sure why not, I'd love to!"
"Oh thank you! Thank you," she hugged him.
"It's ok gosh," he mumbled as she pulled him out of her house and into his car.

~In Tampa four days later~

"Ok now tell why we are staying at a hotel when you live 40 minutes away," James sneered.
"Well, if you must know James, I want this to be an awesome trip and what would the fun be in coming to Tampa to stay in my house," she rolled her eyes and opened her suite.
"Wow," James looked around the suite, it had it's own personal kitchen and two twin beds, a TV, a sofa, two walk in closets and a huge bathroom. "How much is this place," James asked turning on the TV.
"This is my room," Candice turned off the TV. "Your room is next door and they are two hundred dollars a night."
"Gosh, you are crazy," James stood up. "You are paying for two rooms at 200 a pop when you live right next to this town!"
"Dude, James just chill, I got it all covered!" Candice pushed him out of her door and headed to the beach. She sat there and played with the ring on her middle finger remembering the night he had given it to her.
"I wanted the night to be perfect," he whispered kissing her neck.
"It is," she smiled snuggling closer to him.
"I got something for you," he pulled out a little blue velvet box from his pocket.
"I knew I felt something in your pants," she teased.
"Funny, very funny," he laughed handing her the box.
"Pat," she started opening it. "Ohmigod, Pat thank you so much," she stared down at the gold ring with one small diamond in the middle and two littler ones on each side of the middle one.
"You're welcome," he hugged her placing the ring on her middle finger. "This is my promise, the promise to always love you no matter what and be with you forever, at times of joy and pain," she silenced him with a kiss.
 The memory brought tears to her eyes as she gazed out into the Gulf of Mexico. After about 30 minutes she finally stood up wiping the sand of her butt and walked back to her hotel tears still glistened in her eyes.

"Hey, girl time to get up," James shook her lightly.
"Mmh," she rubbed her eyes and sat up in bed. "What time is it?"
"It's almost 7 in the morning it's time to get up," James threw the covers off of her.
"Hey! It's freezing in here," she declared crawling out of her bed.
"So, what are we doing today," James asked as she walked out of the bathroom sometime later with a toothbrush in her mouth.
"Um....tomorrow we are going to Busch Gardens, so today we can just chill here for a while..I'm working on a new song and I was thinking about heading down to the beach to work on it."
"Cool, I met the hottest chic last night, oww!" James turned off the TV. "So what are you gonna do, just mope around all week feeling sorry for yourself or are you going to go find some beach bums?"
"James," she starting putting her toothbrush away. "Pat and I aren't completely broken up yet..we are just spending some time away from each other ok?"
"Ok, ok but do you actually think he's in--where ever he is--not looking and flirting with other girls?"
"Yeah, I have faith in him J, unlike you," she hit him with a pillow starting a huge pillow fight.

~ That night ~

"Hey I'm gonna go up to my room." Candice excused herself from the dinner table.
"Ok I'll check in, in a couple," James smiled as Candice slowly walked back to her room, but once she was out of anyone's sight she began to run. She made her way up the flight of stairs to the second floor and dung into her pocket for her key. Once the door was opened she hurried inside not looking back as she slammed the door shut. She made her way to the bathroom but stopped long enough to gaze at her self in the mirror, which only filled her head with mad thoughts and she ran to the bathroom holding her stomach and locking the door behind her.

He slowly made his way up the stairs in hope she was still awake and in her room. He slid the key into the hole and opened the door slowly; she was no where in sight. He made his way to the bathroom after searching the rest of the room. He turned the handle but it was locked. He frantically tried to break the door down as a horrible feeling settled in his heart.

© A Candi Idea

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