This is a story for the AWESOME new show Common Law on USA network. This story delves into the feelings of Wes and Travis after they have their fight and "Break up".

When Wes is talking it is in regular text

When Travis is talking it is in italics

Bold is when both of them are talking at the same time

Thanks for reading and please tell me what you think! :)

I Know What I Said...

I know what I said...

I know what I said...

I told him that it was his fault. That the leak was his fault. That the foster care was his fault. I know what I said...

I told him that he was the reason. That his divorce was all on him. That that case was all his issue. That he was to blame. I know what I said...

Why did I say that? Why would I want to destroy him like that? Why would I want to say what I said?

Why did I do that? Why was it his fault? I don't know why I said what I said...

He's my best friend... despite popular belief. Before, before this all happened. Before we had to go to therapy just to get along. Before everything... I never would have said what I said.

I messed it up. I love him like a brother and I messed all of that up. He was right. I just sleep around. I don't really care who I leave in my wake. I just say what I say. Because I know what I said...

I can't help it. He's totally right. I'm OCD, and probably have PTSD from the divorce. Not to mention FML because I just destroyed the only stable-ish relationship I've ever had. All because of what I said.

And now what do I do? I go running to the next girl that I can sleep with before I think to much on what I said.. what he said... what we said...

And now where am I? I go straight to the Hotel bar and try to forget everything that was said. Especially the 'it's over' part. Because I remember when I said that.

If I could just forget...

If I could just forget... Forget what I said. But suddenly the doctor's here, and she makes me remember. Not what I said. No, she make me remember everything else. The reason that I became a detective. The reason that I got divorced. The reason that Travis and I use to work so well together. All of it... Then she says something. Something that helped. I know what I said, but now I have to make it right.

If I could just forget...

And then I'm running up to Travis' trailer, and I know that there's a girl in there, and I know he'll be mad, but I don't care. I can't care. Because I have something to say. I talk for just a moment about the case, and I plead to his inside detective. He tells me that we broke up. So I break down.

"I'm sorry. I was wrong. I know you didn't leak that information. I'm a jerk, and I'm sorry." I'm babbling something like that. I call his name, because I don't think he heard me. I screwed up. I know what I said-

"Are you really sorry?" I know what was said, but I've never outright heard him apologies before. It's different.

I tell him I'm sorry, and I mean it. And then after it all goes down, and the case is finished, and we are done with our second therapy session, and we are both still alive.

I know what I said... but...

I know what I said... but...

It doesn't really matter that much anymore.

And that was the my first ever Common Law story! Thank you so much for reading, please comment, and bye! :)