Dean's POV

"I know your not about to throw that food that I just spent my hard earned money on in the garbage, Jonathan." Renee almost growled as my plate hovered over the trash can.

"But I'm not hungry anymore." I mumbled.

"I don't care!" She shouted as she jumped up and grabbed my plate, "I spent 24 dollars for a pancake and a glass of orange juice, you are eating this even if I have to shove it down your throat." 

"You're violent." I mumbled as I walked back towards my bed and sighed before sitting down and taking a bite of the breakfast item.

"Only when my money's about to be waisted." She told me, then sighed, "We gotta get you out of this gloomy mood. Maybe get you back on the dating scene."

"Hello, earth to Renee." I say while holding up my left hand and pointing to the ring, "Not necessarily 'broken up'. In fact, I'm still very much engaged."

She was quiet for a moment before grabbing my hand, "Seth sure did spend a pretty penny on this one, didn't he?"

"Don't even say his name right now or I'll cry like a bitch." I mumbled while setting my plate beside me and laying back on the bed.

"See, I can't have you sulking around." She told me, "Get mad. Get sassy. But stop being sad."

"Renee it's been less that 24 hours." I tried to reason.

"Your point?" She asked.

I groaned as I covered my face with my hands and she gave a groan herself at the sound of a knock on the door.

"I'm coming!" She shouted as she walked towards it and I sighed as I looked up at the ceiling.

I literally felt miserable. And the fact that it was a perfectly sunny day out in Orlando made it no better.

If everything was alright, Roman probably would have convinced us all into riding up to Pensacola and spending the day at the beach.

I could imagine the laughing, the food, Renee screaming not to dare get her wet, us throwing her into the water anyways, then running because our lives were endangered, and I could imagine a perfect sunset along side Seth where he would throw some cheesy pick up line and play with my hair.

But no.

It's gonna stay being my imagination because it damn well won't be happening today or anytime soon for that matter.

I mean sure, we can all pretend shit never happened, but what will pretending do to fix things? Nothing. 

I want to know why?

Why wasn't I good enough?

Was I annoying.

Did I not give him what he wanted?

Did I act like I didn't love him enough?

Am I bad at sex or something? I need to know his reasoning.

Because he cheated on me with... fucking Styles.

Is AJ better than me? I think the fuck not.

I'm better than AJ... right?

I mean I don't look like a god damn soccer mom, so I must be.

"What in tarnation?" Renee commented loudly as she walked back over to the bed with a small blue box in her hand.

"What the heck is that?" I asked she she handed me a box of strawberry pop tarts.

"It's from Roman." She said as my eyes scanned across Roman's handwriting on the box which read 'To:Dean From:Roman.'

"He delivered it." I asked as I opened the box, on top being a piece of notebook paper.

"Nah," she told me as I took out the paper, "Some hotel employee brought it. What's that say?"

"Dear Dean," I read aloud to her, "I know your hurting right now and I know things aren't as they should be and I know I suck at being a friend. But still, as your friend, I know you better than most people and I know you only really like poptarts for breakfast. Please, have a good day. Treat yourself well. love you, Roman."

"The fuck." She said while snatching the letter, "Why didn't you tell me you only ate poptarts?"

"Well, you had already spent the money." I told her as I grabbed one of the packages and unwrapped it.

She groaned, then looked at me, "You still mad at Roman."

"How can I not be?" I asked her, "He went behind my back. It's upsetting."

"Yeah, I cussed him out last night in a text if it makes you feel any better." She told me as I took a bite of the pastry.

"Not really." I mumbled with a mouth full of food.

She frowned, then smiled, "You know what would make you feel better? Getting back at that sleezy little rat, Styles."

"Maybe some other time Renee." I mumbled, "I don't feel like it."

She frowned again and pushed my shoulder, "Come on Dean... cheer up."

"You just don't understand Nae." I tried to tell her.

"I do understand." She insisted, "Think about it this way, if Kristen Stewart would have never cheated on Robert Pattinson then Twilight would have been made."

I tilted my head slightly, "But she cheated after the movies were made."

"Fine." She said as she thought, "Well of Jay-Z would have never cheated on Beyoncé then she never would have came out with an album and would have never won album of the year."

"But she didn't win album of the year." I told her.

She groaned again,  "Ok well if Brad Pitt would have never cheated the first time, then he would have never cheated the second time."

"I don't understand how this is suppose to make me feel better." I told her and she sighed heavily.

"I'm not good at this whole 'make you feel better' thing." She sighed as she said as she grabbed a piece of my poptart and shoved it in her mouth.

"No, no your not.." I told her, "But I appreciate the attempt. I just need time."

"I'm not giving you much more time Deano." She told me as she fell back on the bed, "We gotta get back out there to slay hoes. Stay away too long and they think they can run shit. Not on our watch."