Title: Throwing it All Away

Author: LoveandFury

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The song lyrics are from Hoobastank's song "What Happened to Us?"

Author's Note: This is my first Song Fic. I didn't want to study for my quarter exams so I wrote this. I hope it is decent.

Sam and Brooke were out of college and living together in an apartment. They had been dating since their junior year in high school. They didn’t really talk to their friends much anymore, but they tried to keep in touch the best they could. Things were just too stressful at the moment. Bills needed to be paid, they were too busy with their jobs, and their relationship was faltering.

“Hey Brooke,” Sam said as she entered their small bedroom. “What are you up to?”

“Just thinking about stuff,” Brooke replied.

“Stuff like what?” Sam asked.

“Just how things were when we were still living at home and going to high school,” Brooke said. “I miss those days.”

“So do I,” Sam agreed. “Do you regret moving so far away from home? Are you not happy?”

“I’m with you,” Brooke smiled but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“That doesn’t answer my question,” Sam sighed.

Brooke got up onto her knees and reached out to Sam. Sam placed her hand in Brooke’s and the blonde pulled her closer to the bed. Sam rolled her eyes when Brooke began to unbutton her shirt.

“Brooke, we need to talk about things,” Sam said. “If you’re not happy I want to know.”

“I’m happy,” Brooke said as she finished unbuttoning Sam’s shirt. She tried to pull the brunette onto the bed but Sam wouldn‘t move.

“What‘s wrong?” Brooke asked with a sigh of annoyance.

“Nothing,” Sam said quietly.

“Are you happy?” Brooke asked Sam’s earlier question as she moved a piece of hair behind Sam’s ear.

“Yes,” Sam lied.

“Then everything’s okay,” Brooke said. “We have nothing to worry about. You need to learn to relax.” Brooke tried once again to pull Sam onto the bed and the journalist allowed her to. Sam put the bad thoughts in the back of her head and tried to think of some of the good times she shared with Brooke in order to make making love(if you could even call it that anymore) to Brooke bearable.

I thought it was too good to be true
I found somebody who understands me
Someone who would help me to get through
And fill an emptiness I had inside me
But you kept inside and I just denied
Some things that we should have both said
I knew it was too good to be true
Cause I'm the only one who understands me

What happened to us?
We used to be so perfect, now we're lost and lonely
What happened to us?
And deep inside I wonder, did I lose my only?

Sam had just gotten out of the shower and Brooke had left to the grocery store. Sam walked to the small living room and plopped herself down on the couch. Sam took the pillow that was on the couch and put it over her face and screamed into it. “I should’ve listened to Mike and my mom when they said we shouldn’t move too far away from home until we‘re really ready.” Sam said to herself. “And damn my independent ass. If I weren’t so self-reliant I would’ve asked them for help a long time ago. But nooooo, I wanted to prove to them that Brooke and I could make it on our own. I thought our love was enough but that was a load of crap.” Sam got up and went to the kitchen which was about five steps away. She pulled out a bottle of wine and a small glass. “Screw it.” Sam put the glass back and took the bottle with her back to the couch. She took a swig from the bottle and heard the door open. Brooke walked inside with a brown grocery bag. She closed and locked the door back.

“What are you angry about?” Brooke asked as she put the bag onto the counter and joined Sam on the couch.

“What makes you think I’m angry?” Sam asked.

“That’s the only time you drink,” Brooke said. “So, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Sam said. “I just wanted a drink.”

Brooke knew Sam was lying but she didn’t want to make a big deal about it. “Alright, I’m gonna go to bed. Are you coming?”

“I’ll be there in a couple of minutes,” Sam said.

Remember they thought we were too young
To really know what it takes to make it
But we had survived off what we have done
So we could show them all that they're mistaken
But who could have known the lies that would grow
Until we could see right through them
Remember they knew we were too young
We still don't know what it takes to make it

What happened to us
We used to be so perfect, now we're lost and lonely
What happened to us
And deep inside I wonder, did I lose my only?

Sam and Brooke were arguing about how things have gone down hill.

“We need to stop keeping everything bottled up,” Sam was saying. “Why don‘t we talk anymore?”

Because I don’t want us to start arguing like we are now,” Brooke replied.

“All I’m asking is for you to talk to me about things,” Sam said.

“You don’t talk to me either. When I want to talk you push me away,” Brooke pointed out.

“And when I want to talk to you, you change the subject,” Sam countered.

“This isn’t working,” Brooke ran her hand through her hair. “I love you Sam, but we’ve drifted apart.”

“So what are we going to do?” Sam asked.

Brooke shrugged. “Maybe we should just be friends right now.”

“Just like that?” Sam asked. “We’re over?”

“Just until we can figure things out and get the communication back between us,” Brooke said.

“We don’t need to break up for that,” Sam said. “If you don’t want to be in this relationship anymore just tell me. Stop avoiding the truth.”

“Fine,” Brooke said. “I don’t want to be with you anymore. I’m not happy.”

“And neither am I,” Sam said. “What now? One of us moves out?”

“Not move,” Brooke said. “Maybe just temporarily go somewhere else.”

“I guess I’ll go to a motel,” Sam said.

“No, I’ll go,” Brooke said. “I’m gonna go pack some things.”

Sam was alone in her room now. Brooke had left about an hour ago. She was looking at a photo of the blonde that was two years old. Sam got up and grabbed a pack of matches. She lit the match and held it under the photo. As it burned a tear rolled down her face. She dropped the photo into the trash can and watched it burn.

We could have made it work, we could have found a way,
We should have done our best to see another day
But we kept it all inside until it was too late
And now we're both alone, the consequence we pay
For throwing it all away, for throwing it all away...

What happened to us
We used to be so perfect, now we're lost and lonely
What happened to us
And deep inside I wonder, did I lose my only?

-the end-