Three weeks went by of the two of them doing nothing but hanging out and working together in the shop. Back at Ned's place Dewey was working on a rabid case of cabin fever. He grabs his guitar and begins strumming a tune, balancing the phone between his cheek and his shoulder as usual. "You know, the kids are getting older and are swamped with school work. And it's so hard to get a gig now that they aren't baby faced kids." "Your kids are growing up on you, Dewey." She replied and he shushed her. "You're making me feel old!" "I'm older than you!" She replied. "By just a few months, but still." Silence falls between them until Dewey gets an idea. "Hey, wanna go grab a milkshake?" When she agrees he offers to pick her up. "Be there soon."

In his van she flips through his cd case, selecting an Ozzy Osbourne mixed cd. Usually he'd protest at anyone messing with his radio, but he let her. She flipped through the songs until she found 'You Looking at Me Looking at You', then she settles back into the passenger seat, glancing around his van at all of the band stickers and skulls. He orders burgers and milkshakes for them at the window and lays the bags between them, passing her the cups. "Hold on, I'll park in a second and we can eat." He pulled into the park across the street, surprising her. "If I sit in this van much longer my ass is gonna fall off." He teases and she laughs, agreeing with him. He parks the van as 'Crazy Train' begins playing. Once she steps out with the food he turns the radio up, leaving his door open so they can hear the music and he leaves the headlights on low. She followed him up into the playground equipment, both taking a seat in the highest level of the castle structure. "So why a playground?" She asks as she passes him his food. "It's not crowded. And the stars look nice here." He comments, pausing to look up.

During 'Goodbye to Romance' they both sat in silence, drinking their milkshakes and looking at the stars. Austin slid down the slide and walked to the van, reaching inside to change the cd to Abbey Road. 'Come Together' begins playing as she took her seat back next to him. "Whatcha do that for?" He asks. "The other song was making me depressed, honestly." They settled back into a comfortable silence, save for the sound of Dewey slurping, and Austin found herself smiling. Only Dewey. She caught herself staring at the profile of the shaggy haired man next to her. Dewey's one of the coolest guys she knows. The only person she knows whose passion for classic rock matched her own. When 'Something' began Dewey stood and reached out a hand to her. "Wanna dance?" So there they were, dancing in the glow of the headlights in a dark playground to a Beatles song. She laughed whenever he misstepped and accidentally stepped on her feet. Neither a very proficient dancer, but it was fun. And it was that moment that Austin realized she liked Dewey a little more than just a friend.

The next day Mr. Allman called the two of them to the back of the store. After instructing them to clean up the supply closet he leaves the two of them together to clean the cramped space. They stand back to back, stacking records on the shelves around them. The space is barely big enough to fit the two of them but somehow they manage. Hearing her struggle, Dewey turns to Austin's back and helps to steady the box she was trying to lift overhead. They both have to stand on their tiptoes to shove the box, and Dewey nearly shoves her into the shelves in front of her, but they manage to get it. "Thanks." She says, turning to face him in the tight space. Being so close he could feel her breath against his skin, could smell her perfume. They stood there for a few awkward moments, body to body, just looking into each other's eyes. Like being fifteen again and pressured into a game of seven minutes in heaven. He moves closer, nearly close enough to kiss her, when Mr. Allman calls to her. "Austin, phone call. Sounds important." Sorry." Dewey apologizes quickly, stepping out of her way. Dewey stands behind a rack, pretending to rearrange cds but in reality watching the emotions on her face.

They spend the rest of the work day in silence, all of Austin's usual playfulness gone. At the end of the day Dewey reached out for her arm. "Hey, wanna go for a milkshake? I'll buy." She thought about it for a beat and agreed. Once they have said milkshakes, Dewey turns down the music and takes his eyes off the road momentarily to look at her. "C'mon, what's wrong?" He asks after pausing to take a sip of his milkshake. "I've been fighting my ex for custody of my son." Dewey nearly misses the driveway for the park. "You have a kid?" He asks, the surprise evident on his face. "Sorry, I just would have never thought you had a kid. C'mon, we need to talk." He opens her door for her, leads her by the hand to the swings. "Yeah, he's three now. His name is Jude and his father's had custody of him for the last year. She explained while fiddling with the skull ring on her thumb. "So why isn't he with you?" Dewey dares to ask. "I've got nothing, Dewey. I live in a shitty apartment, I didn't have a steady job till a few weeks ago. Before then my only source of income was spotty gigs in smokey bars. He took me to court and proved me an unfit mother. So I've been completely alone for the past year, trying to get back on my feet." When she begins to cry, Dewey reaches over and takes her hand. "I'd help you if I knew how." He volunteered before he kissed the back of her hand. They swing in silence for a while, drinking their milkshakes as Dewey wracks his brain for some sort of solution that would help her.

On the way to dinner the next day Dewey asks questions about Jude. Especially what she would need to get him back. "A place to live and a stable job, which I have. A car, which I don't have. I already took out all of my piercings and dyed my hair back to normal. I keep my tattoos covered whenever I'm in court. The judge would prefer me to be married too, but I don't see that happening any time soon." She sighed. "I've had to change so much of myself, but it's worth it. I miss my boy so much." He glanced across the van at her, deciding to put his plan into motion. Once they were inside and had ordered he pointed her in the direction of the back booth. "Can I talk to you about something?" He asked, more serious than she'd ever seen him act. "Yeah. Sure." "My roomie's girlfriend is pregnant and they're getting married. So she made him kick me out today." She sighed and reached for his hand across the table. "But I figured out how to solve all of our problems." "Really?"

He moved his hand from under hers and reached into his pants pocket, retrieving the small item and holding it out to her on the table between them. The small stones in the silver band glinted in the fluorescent lights of the pizza parlor. "If you'll have me, this can fix everything." Her mouth dropped open as she looked up from the ring to his face. "I have a car, and two jobs. This can help you get Jude back." "But this is kind of a big deal, Dewey." She commented, still in shock. "Only good can come out of it though, don't you see?" "But what do you get out of this?" She asks, her voice muffled under her hands. Her eyes stayed on the ring in his hand, but her hands over her mouth hid any indication of how she might feel. "A home. And someone to share it with." The food arrived then and he withdrew his arm, tucking the ring safely into his hand. No one needed to know about all of this until she gave him an answer.

"Austin, say something. Please." He begged when the waiter left. "I don't know what to say, Dewey." Tears were welling up in her eyes and she brushed them with the back of her hand. "Say yes." He replied with a grin, reaching to grab a piece of the pizza. "Honestly you're the coolest person I know. And I don't know how to explain it. There's no one I'd rather spend time with." He explained as he rounded the table, taking a knee beside her booth. "I can't promise this'll be easy. But I'll do everything I can to make it work. Marry me, please?" She nodded and he reached for her hand, sliding the dainty ring onto her finger.