The Impractical Book of Imagines

Fight (part 1/2)

Murr

"It's always the same shit Murr! You always have time for hanging with the guys and partying it up! You have time to go out on wild adventures, WITHOUT ME, do GOD KNOWS what you do, yet you don't have the time to spend even an hour with me or text me more than a "k" if I get a text back at all? This feels so one sided!" You scream-cried at James. He's been so distant with you lately, you're afraid he doesn't love you anymore. You and the guys reassured you that's not true, but you can't help think the worst. "You're so same old same old (Y/N)! Everyday with you is the most boring thing! You never want to go out and have fun!" He yelled back. "You never ask! I'd do whatever, hell I'd go sky diving if you wanted me to! Anything for you! I fucking love you James!" You were at your breaking point. "I don't know if I feel the same anymore (Y/N)... I'll be honest. I've been having an affair." He said, hanging his head in shame and bracing himself for what he thought would be rage. His words cut through you like knives. "H-h-how long?" Your voice cracked. You weren't angry at him. You were angry at yourself for falling for someone who would do this to you. "About 6 months." You guys have been dating for 2 years. "Well I hope she's everything I'm not and you're happy." You said as you gathered a suitcase worth of clothes, your coat, your keys, and wiped away any tears trying to escape. "Where are you going?" James asked, fear in his voice. "I'm leaving you. I'll go stay, somewhere. Clearly you're unhappy, you deserve all the happiness in the world. Nothing makes happier than seeing you happy, even if I'm not the reason. Goodbye James." You didn't give him time to respond. "I'll send for my things." You were immediately out the door. He chased after you, but you're thick skulled and stubborn. You pulled out of the drive to the home once shared by you and James and full of love, now a broken woman with nothing but pain and emptiness.

JAMES POV
I had that feeling in my gut that you get when you watch a movie and something really bad or uncomfortable happens. All I could do was cry. I knew I loved (Y/N) deep down, but I'm so caught up in my own selfish ways to realize it. If I know (Y/N) like I think I do, I should be getting a phone call from her brother soon. You shouldn't date your best friend/co-workers Sister..

Joe
You anxiously awaited for your boyfriend to arrive home. You were a successful actress, so time at home to relax was rare and cherished. You had on one of Joe's shirts and running shorts. You couldn't wait to be in his arms.
About an hour passed and Joe finally got home. "You're early!" You beamed. Joe didn't expect you to be home, but clearly you weren't welcomed. He didn't even looked at you, he just went to the bedroom and locked the door. You assumed he was the loser today, so you gave him some space to cool off. You made some hot tea and decided to try and bring it to him. While the water was boiling, you heard your phone go off.
NEW TEXT MESSAGE
Brian: "Hey (Y/N), we tried to talk some sense into Joe but nothing worked. He's pretty worked up over some tabloid he saw and believed it. Me, James, and Sal all thought it was fake but you know how stubborn Joe is. Please be careful, I've never seen this man so upset."
You responded back, "What do the paps have to say now? Am I having an affair with Ryan Reynolds or something?" You waited patiently as you finished up his tea. Your phone went off again.
Brian: "Actually it was Tom Hiddleston and you kissing, then the line under it said, "leaving joker Joe Gatto in the dust?" we all thought it was ridiculous."
You rolled your eyes. You and Tom were working on a movie together and were both heading to set and he's a good friend of yours, but you never really told Joe about it. You guys like to keep talk about work to a minimum. "Actually I'm doing a movie with Tom. He's a pretty good friend of mine. Love his husband. (A/N I'm aware he's not got one, that I know of, by the way and I also know he's not gay. Comic relief.) I'll try to talk to Joe. Thanks Bri" you slide your phone on the counter and brought Joe the tea, the best you could. You knocked on the door. "Joe honey, can we talk? I made you some tea." You tried to sound as nice as possible, not wanting him more upset with you. The door opened and you crept in.
"So How is he?" Joe growled. "How is who?" You asked setting his tea on the nightstand and putting your hands on your hips. "Tom. You know you two make a great couple. Why don't you leave this fat ugly joker for him in the dust?" He still wasn't looking at you. "Joe we've talked about this! It's just-" he cut you off. "I don't want to talk about this. Just leave. I'm tired of seeing you. Go see your younger more attractive boyfriend." His voice sounded weak. "Joe wait!" You begged. "I said LEAVE. NOW!" You never heard him use that tone of voice and you were honestly horrified. You basically ran out of the house.