Hi! I'm going to try and make this a long one shot, so please review and favorite! This is a Sally and Watch story where Sally is comforted by Watch. I will continue and make multiple one shots! Enjoy and let's get on with the story!

Sally and Watch One Shots…
Meant To Be

Sally's POV

I can't believe what Ann just said to me. I mean, I knew she was a witch and all, but calling me a worthless "No-One" that "No-One" would date and that I couldn't keep a man made me lose it.

I just gone done with my date with Brandon, and I didn't really go well if you know what I mean. All he did was talk about school and rating the Springville girls that were walking by us on a "scale of one-to-ten".

What's wrong with him?
I walk out of the restaurant he works at, since that's where he insisted our first date should be.

My head is swarming with multiple thoughts, where I should go now. So, I decide to make my way to Watch's house. He always knows how to comfort me. That's what I love about him.

I knock on the door of Watch's weird house, as he opens it.

"Hey, Sally, I didn't expect to see you here…," Watch says awkwardly.

He's so sweet. Unlike me.

Tears start to swell up in my eyes as he has a worried expression on his face.

"S-sally! What's wrong?" He stutters.

I wrap my arms around his waist as he stumbles inside. I shut the door behind us as Watch looks down at me.

"Remember what Ann told me?" I ask him.

"I-I don't even know what Ann told you…," He exasperates.

"W-well, she called me a worthless No-One that No-One would date. She also said I couldn't k-keep a m-man," I wail.

"Oh, Sally…"

"No, it's okay. You don't have to make me feel any better if you don't want to."

"No, Sally, that's not it. How was the date with Brandon?" He asks.

"Oh, yeah. Him," I remind myself.

"So...how was he?" Watch asks.

"Rude. Very, very, rude…," I cry.

"What happened?! Sit," Watch motions to his bed as he smiles, wanting me to continue.

"Um, he rated every girl that walked by on a scale of one-to-ten, and…," I sniff.

"And?" He asks.

"Every girl was at least an eight to ten!" I wail.

"Aww, Sally. Want me to call Adam? He's your crush, he can at least make you feel much better than I ever would have."

"No. Don't "aww, Sally" me. No Adam. I just want you, to talk to you."

"Yeah, I guess we were best friends from the start."

"You guess?" I laugh.

"No, I know. Continue on," He says in his smart tone.

I sniffle and nod.

"Well, when I got to the restaurant…"

FLASHBACK

"Hey, Sal," Brandon said. He was sitting at a table in the middle of the room, where Adam, Watch, and I usually sat.

I smiled faintly at that, but I was still very excited because Brandon was the first guy to ever intentionally ask me out on a date.

"Hi!" I waved as I made my way over to him.

Soon Brandon's father, the owner of the shack, came over to us and took our order. Being a lady, I ordered a light, dainty, black olive and cherry tomato salad without dressing. Of course, it's a woman's intuition to say "no dressing" because if you get ranch or blue cheese, your breath is gonna get jacked up, and what happens if the guy moved in for a kiss?

When the food arrived, it came with a signature "chicken leg" on the bowl, as I took it off, not expecting to eat a raw unknown creature's foot. And, ew! It had nails! Totally gross.

But I guess Brandon liked it because his wasn't undercooked since he got that seafood soup everyone seemed to love.

Okay, definitely NOT kissing him.

Soon, a group of girls walked by him.

"Oh, that girl's definitely a ten…nine...eight...another ten!" He whispered under his breath.

"W-what about me?" I asked him, stuttering a bit.

"Huh? You? Oh, I didn't know you heard me. Sorry…, I'd say you're probably a seven."

My eyes went big as he smiled worriedly.

"But, that's good, I mean you're up there?" He said convincingly but it sounded more like a question.

BACK TO PRESENT

"Woah, woah, woah - he rated you a seven?" Watch asks.

I nod as tears fall down my cheeks.

"I would say nine point five at the very least…," Watch blushes.

"Hey! I'm not a ten?"

"Ehh, well?"

"Come on, cut your best friend some slack here, please?" I state, batting my eyelashes as he nods.

"C-continue…"

"Well, alrighty then," I continue.

FLASHBACK

"So," Brandon said, wiping his mouth.

"Yeah?" I asked him.
"I over heard what Ann said to you at school."

"Yeah…?"

"About how you can't keep a man."

"Uh-huh…"

"Unfortunate, yeah?"
I nodded as he smiled and patted my head.

"But, I'm sorry, I don't think we can make this official."

"Make what official?" I asked him.

"Us."

"Us?"

"Yeah. You're two timing me. Actually THREE-TIMING me," His voice raised as he spoke.

"W-what do you mean?" I stuttered.

He calmed down a bit as he continued to make conversation with me.

"With Adam and Watch. You guys are all dating, right? You're cheating on both of them, huh? Who did you start off with, Adam or Watch?"

"B-Brandon, we're all just friends."

"Yeah, totally. See ya around…"

He walked out of the restaurant waving bye to his father, leaving me in tears.

BACK TO PRESENT
"...and that's when I walked to your house," I explain.

"Are you sure you don't want me to make a scientifically accurate robot to bust his head in?" He laughs.

"No you're fine," I smile, laughing as well.

"Sally, you know I would never do that to you."

"What are you talking about?" I asked him, smirking as he turned red.

"Huh?"

"What are you saying?" I asked him again.

"Nothing…"
"Y-you love me."

"What, are you crazy?"

"You love me!" I whispered again.

"Sally, I don't love you, not in that way."
Okay that hurt. I look deep in his eyes, and realize he is kidding.

"You love me," I say seriously.

"Fine! I'm sorry if I hurt you and I said I wouldn't. I do love you, Sally! Ever since we first met…"

I stop his words by pulling his head down to mine, kissing him passionately.

I put my arms around his neck as he puts his around my waist.

Pulling away from the kiss, I look up at him. He has his eyes closed, which means I left him wanting more.

He snaps out of his daze as he looks at me, then up at the ceiling.

"Um, Sally? Where's the mistletoe?" He asks me, looking confused.

I laugh.

"There doesn't have to be any mistletoe anymore," I say, pulling him into another kiss.

He smiles as we sit on his bed, my head resting on his chest.

"Let's make it official...Sally and Watch. We were meant to be."