Disclaimer: I only own Micah.

A/N: Yay for a possible two part series! Now that I've finally got this out of my system, I can finally finish everything else I've started. I hope you enjoy! Review!

"I'm not leaving!" He shouted, throwing an empty beer bottle across the room. "Why the hell should I leave?"

Micah stopped sweeping up the glass and glared at her boyfriend. Her hands tightly gripped the broom handle as she tried to control her anger.

"I try and I try to do everything for you." He lowered his voice, returning her glare with one of his own. "When we first started seeing each other I told you this wouldn't be easy. I warned you that I was a difficult person to get along with and you just ignored what I said. Deep down I think you thought you could change me. That you'd be able to find a way to change me and make me into some smiling, blithering idiot."

"Has it ever occurred to you that I love you for you?" She felt her face soften as she tenderly spoke to him. "I'd never try to change you because I fell in love with who you are right now, not some notion you seem to think I have in my head."

"Oh that's rich." Dean started laughing. "I don't think I've ever heard that line before. Good one, Micah."

"This is why we can't fucking get through one night without arguing! Anytime I utter one word, you're quick to make a joke out of it. It's like your purposely trying to find a way out of this relationship. If anybody doesn't care here anymore, it's you."

He watched as Micah exited the kitchen without so much as another word to him. The faint crunching of glass could be heard as she walked across the wreckage. The clattering of the broomstick falling to the ground echoed throughout the kitchen and then faded out.

Grumbling curses to himself, he turned on his heel and followed her out.

"What is it with you and walking away from me?" He growled, tightly gripping her wrist. "I tell you something you don't like hearing and you run out of the room? Don't pretend I never told you these things, Micah. I know I did and I specifically remember you saying it didn't matter, that we could work things out if we tried."

"No, I'm walking away because you take my feelings and toss them aside like trash. This isn't some promo you're cutting, Dean." She wiped away her tears with her free hand. "You're living in the real world when the cameras are off and away."

"I'm not living in a fantasy world." He seethed. "Don't you dare drag my work into this. I can decipher the difference between myself and who I am on TV. This isn't me working a crowd or trying to impress people I don't know. This is me trying to understand my girlfriend and figure out the inner workings of her mind. One minute you say you want something and when I do it, it isn't what you want. I tell you I love you and you say that I hate you. A majority of the time I don't understand you, Micah, and that drives me absolutely crazy."

Pulling her wrist out of Dean's grasp, Micah took a step away from him, her head slowly shaking back and forth. The hurt and the anguish in her eyes were clearly readable and the fact that she knew that made her hate herself even more. She hated how her feelings were so easy for him to read and to understand.

"I can't decipher the difference. The man standing before me is the exact same guy I see on TV." Micah whispered, rubbing her wrist. "That terrifies the hell out of me, babe. Because sometimes I don't know how tame or off the wall you're going to be. "

"Then why bother being with me if you feel this way, huh?" He asked, advancing towards her. "If I'm so unpredictable, then why not leave me? Tell me to go to hell and I will. Because quite frankly, I think that will be the most direct you've been with me in the three years we've been together."

"You don't mean that." She almost cried, but tried to hold herself together. "I know you love me."

"I don't?" He wondered. "Earlier tonight you yelled it in my face that my feelings weren't genuine. Maybe, they aren't."

Running a hand through her dark hair, Micah dropped her hands down to her sides and focused on her boyfriend of three years. In the few seconds she was looking at him, she suddenly became irritated that she couldn't read his facial expression. She couldn't tell if he was angry or hurt.

"I didn't mean it earlier." She boldly moved towards him and wrapped her arms around his waist. "You know I didn't mean it earlier. I was just so hurt that you were late tonight. We had been planning this night for weeks and this is the night you decided to be late. For what? The fact that I couldn't make it to your show a couple of weeks ago."

"It was my debut match for WWE." He growled, pulling away from her. "You of all people should have been there to cheer me on! You should have been there to support me and tell me that all the hurt I was feeling from that match would go away."

It always struck her as odd that he could from tough to vulnerable so fast. She knew that he had suffered much worse during other matches and he was fine when she tried to clean him up. He would shrug it off as nothing and just her let do her thing. Now, for some reason, he felt the need to have her there all the time.

"You've suffered worse than that and you know it. I've had to clean so many of your cuts and take care of you so many times that I know you can handle yourself during this."

"It's not a matter of the physical pain I was feeling! All those times you were there for me, it made me feel good to know that I had someone there who loved me and who cared about me. Last week I didn't have that from you."

"I didn't do it on purpose!" Micah shouted, breaking away from him. "You fucking know it too! Don't play this game with me, Dean. You knew I had to work and that I couldn't get off that night."

"It was my debut match for them! They could have understood. One more measly night wouldn't have killed them." He was beyond frustrated at this point. "I really needed you and you couldn't be there for me! The one time I needed you most!"

"Wait one damn minute!" Micah's brown eyes blazed with fury. "How many times have you missed something of mine? You missed my Dad's funeral because you had a match out in Boston. Did I bitch about it? No, because I understood that you were fulfilling your dream. Anytime you couldn't be there for something of mine, I didn't complain. The one time I couldn't be there for something of yours and not only do you bitch about it, but you purposely show up late!"

"Because I was angry at you!"

"Real fucking mature, Dean!"

"Like you've never hurt me before?" Dean questioned, stepping towards her until her back hit the wall. "I've done everything I could for you, Micah. What do you do? You shit on it all! I was there for you when your mother was in the hospital and you acted like I wasn't there. I send you flowers and shit and you don't react. How am I supposed to make you happy if you tell me nothing?"

Turing her head away from him, Micah allowed the tears to spill out of her eyes and zigzag down her face. Was it possible for them to continue being in a relationship if all they did was fight? If he hadn't been late tonight, then they surely would have fought over something else.

"I try to understand this whole idea of love for you and I just don't seem to get it. I attempt to do all of this romantic crap for you and it either flies over your head or you overlook it. So many times I've tried to change for you and not once did you ever notice. Still, despite not understanding, I still wake up terrified that you won't be here anymore. Because in some weird way, if I don't have you, then I have nothing. I'd be lost without you."

"Stop saying all of this, Dean." The brunette pleaded with him, turing her watery gaze on him. "I do see everything you do for me and sometimes I don't know how to react. You think I understand any of this either? I'm just trying to go with this too and it seems that I can't."

"What are you saying?"

"That I'm as hopeless as you are, but I can't seem to walk away." She rested her hand on the side of his face. "Neither of us seems to understand the other, but we still come back. It's like we wait for more of this because we don't know what we really deserve."

"I still don't know what I would do without you."

She felt her heart pounding a mile a minute as she continued to search for the right words. She hadn't wanted to do this, but tonight just seemed to solidify her recent thoughts. Of course, she loved him and he loved her, but this dysfunction wouldn't survive.

"I don't know what I'd do without you either." Micah whispered, standing on her tiptoes. "I think it's time we find out."

He knew this was coming and he absolutely dreaded it. "Don't make me go."

Micah allowed herself to get lost in his arms. Her lips pressing down against his made her not want to let go. So she held on for as long as she could. When she finally pulled away from him, her brown eyes remained on his blue ones. Her fingertips carefully glided across his lips as she allowed the silence to consume them. The finality of this all made her want to savor the moment and never forget him.

"I'm sorry." She finally cried. "I have to let you go."

"I love you." Dean whispered, trying to hold himself together. "I'm sorry for everything, but don't let me go."

"It's time we learn how to understand this." Micah finally broke away from him. "Goodbye, Dean."

Micah watched as Dean backed away from her, his blue eyes burning a hole through her. When he finally turned his back on her, Micah felt like she could breathe. The sound of the door opening and closing made her see that it was all over. With that realization, she crumbled down to the floor and finally allowed all of her tears to flow.

Dean stood outside her apartment with his back pressed up against her door. His breathing was erratic and it felt like his heart had been smashed into millions of little pieces, but damn if he still didn't love her. Damn it all to hell if he didn't want to go back in there and tell her she was wrong. He wanted to know why she really wanted to end things. Was it because she truly didn't understand things like him or for the fact that he was late and she just wanted to hurt him? Whatever the reason, he wanted to know, but still afraid at the same time. Driving the thought out of his mind, he pushed himself off the door and started away from her apartment.

Still, in his heart stood the ray hope that they would one day be together again. All they had to do was learn how to understand.

A/N: Yay or nay?