Okay. I dunno if this sucks, but I've thought a lot about making an AU of 'I do, adieu' so I decided to finally do it. I haven't really looked it through so I hope it's understandable and not to messy! Since I have tests tomorrow I have to turn off my pc now! This is the first chap!
Hope you like, and always feel free to tell me your opinion!
(Special note for sunnymadden and samanddiane4ever: Thanks for the support guys! Keep writing, so will I!)
The sun shining through hole in the curtains indicated that it was the start of a new day.
Sam sat up in the bed and moved his legs out of the edge. He yawned and then turned to find other part of the bed empty. He then looked at the clock on the table besides him. It was only 8 am. He couldn't quite understand this. It was Saturday and he and Diane weren't meeting at the bar before 3 pm. Maybe she was moving around with things, he thought. She had been doing that like crazy ever since they moved in. And every day she would give one of her speeches on how their future hopefully would be together. It could be tiring to listen to in the long run, but for now he'd accepted it. That was just her way to react on this big step in their relationship. And as long as it was a positive reaction, he didn't bother to interrupt her.
He heard a noise from outside of the bed room. It sounded like someone had put on the electric kettle. He rose from the bed and strolled out of the bed room. In the kitchen he found Diane, blowing her nose. Turned away from him, she hadn't noticed that he was up. He cleared his throat to get her attention. She turned a little startled.
"Oh, Sam. I'm sorry if I woke you up," she apologized and blew another time.
"You got a cold?" he asked as he moved toward her standing point.
"Yeah," she nodded sadly. "I'm sorry, but I don't know if I'll be able to waitress today."
"That's alright. I think we can handle it," Sam said referring to Carla and Woody.
"You're sure?"
"Yeah- yeah," he replied as he removed a tear from her cheek.
She smiled and closed her eyes as he leaned in and gently kissed her forehead.
"Well, how about I make some breakfast and take care my sick fiancé, huh?"
"That would be lovely," she murmured as she leaned in for an embrace.
The day started out so nicely, but within the evening a certain person would make the day take a whole other turn. And the name of that person couldn't be any other than Sumner Sloane.
"What do want, Sumner?" Sam asked clearly frustrated by the man's presence.
Sumner, ignoring Sam's harshness, strolled around the pool table.
"First of all I'd like to congratulate you with your engagement. The bride-to-be wouldn't be around, would she?" Sumner asked, touching one of the balls on the table.
What should he have expected from this man? Showing up here only months since their engagement became official.
"No, she's not here today. Why, you want me deliver a message to her?"
"No, no," Sumner murmured. "I just wanted to…tell her something. Something that I would like to tell her personally."
You lost her years ago, you've had your chance, now get the heck outta here, Sam thought as he kept a hard stare on him.
"Well, she's not coming in today so either you tell me now or you'll just have to keep it for yourself," Sam forced.
"I can certainly come by another day, Sam-"
"I'm not a complete jerk, Sumner. I can read between the lines."
"Oh really? Well if that's the case then why are you so worried about me telling her about her novel?"
"Novel?"
"Yes. As it happens, I found a publisher who thinks one of her novels might be publishable."
"R-really?"
"Yes, the only problem is that it isn't finished," Sumner said as he made eye contact with Sam.
"Wait, when did she give you one of her novels?"
"She didn't. I've had it lying around for a long time. Well, what? About 5 years' time now."
"What do you get out of this?" Sam asked interested.
"Ah, nothing but to help an old friend. Besides, I think it's her choice, not yours."
"I haven't made any choice. I will leave the choice to her. I will tell her that a publisher might be interested in one of her unfinished novels, and if she's interested in finishing it, she can contact you."
"Excellent," Sumner smirked.
"I can't see why you needed to tell her that personally. Something you've left out on purpose?" Sam asked intense.
"Not at all, my friend. But you know how this works. The third person will never receive the exact message the first one delivered," Sumner frowned as he put extra pressure on 'exact'.
Sam just stared at Sumner in disgust. He didn't see him as a potential threat right now, but if he got involved with Diane personally before he had spoken to her properly then he could be dangerous.
"Well then, here's my phone number," Sumner said and handled Sam a piece of paper.
"Goodbye for now," Sumner said as he left the pool room and the bar.
Goodbye forever, Sam hoped.