so this was totally out of nowhere. based on tumblr conversations about how Shay has been looking at/smiling at her phone a lot lately. i've had the idea in my head for a fic for a while but this wasn't where i was planning on taking it. just a crappy little one-shot but i hope y'all like it. please read and review. i need feedback to keep me rolling. thanks and enjoy. (i may write a different version of this plot sometime in the near future- i'm not very pleased with how it turned out. it was quick and random and not at all thought out, which bothers me.)
It's Never for Me Anymore.
'Liar,' Gabriela Dawson thought- and nearly said aloud- after watching Leslie Shay pick up her phone, smile, type and put it away as though it had never happened, for the fifth time in one calm half-hour in the common room.
Of course, Dawson wanted to call her on it and of course she would; she just knew better than to do it in front of Severide and all the rest of the boys.
Despite Shay saying the phone was never for her anymore, which would imply that nobody was trying to contact her, she sure had been spending a lot of time clicking at her cell recently. Dawson had obviously noticed, knowing her partner's routines, and was unaware that it was obvious to everyone.
Shay's phone beeped again and this time nearly every member of the table lifted their head up in curiosity.
"You're pretty popular, huh?" Mouch nodded, not expecting to begin a conversation and going back to his ham sandwich as though he had said nothing.
Before Shay had a chance to reply- her mouth open with some sharp comeback- Severide spoke up, the smirk on his face finally taking over and forcing him to speak.
"Yeah. How is Rafferty, anyway?" Kelly grinned his biggest grin, drawing Shay's eyes away from her cell phone (for the first time in the entire meal) with horror.
"Rafferty?" Shay scoffed, setting her phone down beside her as though that would make her friends forget that she'd been staring at it for the last thirty minutes, not counting all of the other times (in the rig, in the locker room) that she had been drawn to it today. "What about Rafferty?" she played dumb but couldn't look Kelly in the eye, which caused him to burst out laughing. Dawson wanted to laugh along with him but she knew that she had to spend the rest of the day working along side the girl.
"Yes, Rafferty," Kelly laughed. "How is she doing?"
"What would make you think that I even know how Rafferty is doing?" Shay rolled her eyes. She did a good job of pretending, honestly. Anyone who didn't know her very well would have believed that she had no idea what her best friend was talking about. Too bad nearly everyone at the table knew her better than that.
"Well you're talking to her, right?" Kelly asked, still smiling. "Every time your phone blows up nowadays you get this shitty grin. That can only mean it's Rafferty," he shrugged pointedly and smiled even bigger.
"I- um... I could have some awesome secret girlfriend," Shay argued, her face reddening as she spoke, despite her best efforts.
"Yeah... Rafferty," Kelly said, causing the entire table to burst into laughter.
"Shut up! Rafferty is not my secret girlfriend," Shay told them, eyes wide.
"So who is?" Cruz jumped in, even though he knew better.
For one of the first times in her life, Shay was speechless. She could have come up with some witty answer but her defenses were up and she was too slow on the reaction.
"Your mom," she said, but it was far too late and only made all of her friends laugh harder. She slammed her forehead onto the table top because there was nowhere to run.
"Well tell Rafferty we said 'hi'," Kelly told her, calming his laughter.
"She really isn't my secret girlfriend," Shay swore, and no one knew if she was being honest or not.
"Of course she's not," Kelly patted her back, calming her into thinking this was all just a big joke. "You couldn't have a secret girlfriend if you tried."