Hello my lovlies!/Anyone reading this!

Hope you liked the first chapter, it was super short, I just wanted to get everything ready for the actual plot.

It's going to be switching in between Sadie and Lars' points of views.

Fawnlin

Chapter 2: Abby and the Party

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Lar's POV

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After the third beer, my senses began to cloud. It was an awesome sensation, feeling both heavy and weightless. I tugged on my ear and yawned. I was going to be wasted tomorrow, I might have to call in sick from work. Somehow, I could just imagine Sadie huffing and puffing about that. But she would cover for me. She's pretty good at that.

Speaking of Sadie, I began to look around for her. I had a feeling she would be on time or even five minutes early, that dork. I continued to look around for her, only to find her not here. I checked out on the porch and out on the lawn. Thank god none of the neighbors are home, they would have called the cops for sure.

Then I remembered I didn't tell her the time. And she never agreed to coming exactly. She wasn't one to flake out on something though. She would probably be here. I stretched and walked back to the kitchen. I was about to grab another bottle when someone else grabbed the same bottle. I turned and gave a death glare, then my jaw dropped. "Abby?"

"Hey Lars." she answered. She pushed her hair away from her face.

I let go of the beer and grabbed a different one. "You can have it." I turned when she called me back.

"Wait Lars!"

I wanted to pretend I didn't hear her, but the alcohol had me crazy, I guess. Also, she was Abby. My Abby. Or at least, my old Abby. "Yeah?" I turned to her and she smiled slightly.

"Want to catch up a little? It's been a couple months since we've talked." her smile widened and I felt my knees wobble a little.

Fuck.

Play it cool, play it cool, damn it.

"If you want." Smooth. I let a smirk cross my face.

Abby smiled at me, "I do want." She pushed her dyed hair away from her face again and I remembered all the nights where she would sleep beside me and I would just play with it. It had a rough texture, she had straightened it constantly. She walked over to the couch and plopped down onto the cushions.

I sat down on the couch and stretched. "So what's new with you, Abby?" I asked trying to keep it casual. I opened the beer bottle with my hand and stuffed the cap into my pocket. One less cap to worry about when I had to clean up, right?

"Nothing really, I started a new job." she began.

"How are you and Jacob?" I asked trying to sound cool. The reason we broke up was because of Abby screwing around with Jacob. Literally. Screwing around with Jacob.

"I called it quits a couple months ago. We broke up."

I nodded. "I'm sad to hear it."

"Are you really?" she asked staring at me with her bright blue eyes.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I asked smiling. "You seemed happy with him."

Abby bit her lip and scooted closer. I could smell her cheap perfume that used to drive me insane. "I was happier with you."

I snorted. "Is that a fact?"

She looked dejected. "Yes, it is." she slowly moved her hand over to mine. I felt the corners of my mouth twist into a smirk. "I don't know what I was thinking when I broke up with you, Lars. I still love you," she paused, tangling her fingers with mine. "I want to get back together."

I felt my stomach swoop. She wanted to get back together! I had waited for her to say this for so long! She leaned in to kiss me but I felt myself leaning back. "I probably would have thought this was awesome a long time ago." I began, my lips twisting into a grin. "But I moved on." I stood and took a long chug of beer. "Enjoy the party, Abby." Alcohol made me more confident than I had ever been in my entire life. I winked and walked away. I walked to the front of the house and looked out the window.

There still wasn't any sign of Sadie. Did she blow me off? That bitch. I took another chug of beer. So much for having my back. I began to think of when Abby first broke up with me. I don't know why but it made me think of Sadie. What did she have to do with it? Did I skip work that day? I remember drinking a lot when she broke up with me. What the hell was it?

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The alarm screeched in my ear and I smacked it off. I slowly opened my eyes and wished I hadn't. This was going to be one hell of a hangover.

I drove myself to work and stared at the Big Donut for a few minutes. Man I was going nowhere. I got out of the car and locked the junker up. I walked to the door and swung it open. "Hi, welcome to the Big Donut." I heard Sadie say. She was facing the back, no doubt reading a book secretly. She tended to do that a lot - and even though she claims it's not true- she tends to read romance novels. You know, the one with Fabio on the cover holding a girl with nice tits who's also falling out of her dress.

I was about to greet her when I remembered how she didn't come to the party. I frowned and clocked in. "Oh." she said quietly. "It's you."

"Is that you how you greet me?" I snapped. I saw her smile. "So how was your night?" I asked her stiffly.

The smile on her face faltered for a moment. "It was fine, how was yours?"

"Party was a smash. Got totally hammered. Woke up with an awesome hangover." I answered. I studied her face as she looked at the register and picked an imaginary hair off, her cheeks pink.

"That's fun." she said quietly.

"So what did you actually do?" I asked.

"Do?"

"You didn't come last night." I answered.

Her cheeks pinkened. "I'm sorry about that, Lars. I just wanted to stay home last night." she looked away and became occupied with the registers again.

I shrugged. I really didn't care, after all. I just figured she would be there. "Missed out in a lot of fun."

She huffed and then snapped, "I don't drink."

"How do you know there was drinking?" I asked, smirking.

"You said you got hammered." Sadie answered. "Or was that an after party?" she turned away from me and began to concentrate on her book. I sat on the counter and examined her.

I smiled wickedly at her, "Are you on your period?"

Sadie's cheeks blushed burgundy. "No! Why would you even think that?"

"You're overly moody today." Her curls seemed to bounce in anger. She huffed angrily and looked away.

"I did nothing to warrant this." she said. She put her nose in the air, but her cheeks were still pink.

I laughed. Something about her being mad always kept me entertained. "Relax, will you? I have a splitting headache right now, and I can't deal with anyone or anything."

"It's your own fault for getting drunk." she said, her tone softened. "You're going to drink your kidney out...that is if you don't die of from lung cancer."

I yawned. "I do what I enjoy. I live life to the fullest, Sadie."

"No you don't." Sadie replied. "If you were, you wouldn't be working at the Big Donut." she looked at me and smiled. Damn this girl was resilient. I could probably call her the ugliest dyke in the world and she would just smile at me. But she's not terrible to look at, and I'm a witness that she's not a dyke.

I kissed her once. I kissed her good and hard. Honestly, if we were hadn't been stuck on that fucking island, I may have never known what a great kisser she was. She must have had years of experience, or there's more in those romance books than I originally thought.

Or, maybe she was bisexual.

I could always ask her.

But then again, she might blush crimson.

I tried to remember what the hell she and Abby had to do with each other, but it still slipped my mind. "I'm hungry." I finally complained.

"You've come to the right place."

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"Wow. You would think that someone would actually bother coming into a donut store on a Saturday morning." I said leaning on my hand.

Sadie smiled at me. "I thought you were hungover. This is a little break for you."

"Even when there are customers, I don't do much." I poured myself a glass of water

"Doesn't matter, cause I always have your back."

"Don't worry about it Lars, cause I always have your back. You're not ugly, I'm sure you can find someone else just as good as Abby."

I choked on my water. "What?"

"What?"

"What did you say?"

"I said it doesn't matter, 'cause I always have your back."

I began to laugh. She arched an eyebrow at me, but it only made it even more funny. I didn't kiss her once. I kissed her twice! I was pissed drunk, I wonder if she remembered it. "Hey… do you remember a couple months ago when Abby broke up with me?"

Sadie focused on finding her page number. "Vaguely?"

"Just vaguely?" I asked, curious. Maybe she didn't remember. Or was it someone else? I rubbed the buzzed sides of my hair.

"Vaguely." she repeated. "It was a weird time. That's all I remember."

"Define weird." I said leaning in, smirking.

Sadie took a step back and frowned slightly, her hands on her hips. I only stepped closer and smiled again. "For one, you were crying."

I frowned and stood straight. "I was crying?"

Sadie took a step forward and smiled. "Like. A. Baby."

"Well that was low." I said laughing. "Making fun of a man while he's down."

Sadie smiled knowing that I didn't really care. "Do me a favor and pretend like you're doing something, Lars." I shrugged and went back to leaning on the counter. It took me a few minutes to realize we had changed the subject. More specifically, she had changed the subject.

It's not like I wanted her to remember it. I just wanted to know if she did remember it. Was she drunk too? Probably not. She hated alcohol, that goody two shoes. I kept thinking about that kiss, it was good. Really fucking good. I subconsciously ran a thumb across my lips.

...I wonder what else she could do with those lips…

Fuck.

This was Sadie for Christ's sake. I shouldn't even think about that kind of stuff. She had morals. Morals! I pushed the thought of her away the best I could. Sadie deserved better. She was a good kid. As much as I enjoyed her company, I couldn't let her fall into the wrong group of people. People like me.

I watched her read her book out of the corner of my eye. Even if it hurt the friendship we had, I wouldn't drag her down with me. She pushed her blonde hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. I've always wanted to touch it. She bit lightly on her bottom lip, her eyes quickly scanning the page.

I wanted to kiss them so badly again. And I wanted to be sober this time. God what the fuck was I doing?

Her eyes paused and travelled over to me. I felt my cheeks grow hot. Could she read my thoughts by my face? I hardened my expression. "You have dirt on your face." I lied. She quickly scrambled to the bathroom. I let out a sigh. Why was I doing this? What the hell! Had I really skipped sex for so long that I was just desperate for some action?

I pulled out my phone and scrolled through the contacts. Who would be okay with a quick hookup?