Hey! So here's the next chapter! I'm still following the shows story line, but I'm not waiting until next week to post so I'm going my own way from now on.
Shay's Point of View:
When I got Casey's call, I was waiting for him to tell me that Gabby told him. That she wanted me to stay away. But instead, he wanted to meet me at a jewellery store to help pick out a ring. She obviously hasn't told him about my confession, which I kind of wish she did, so I wouldn't find myself in this horrible situation now. Dawson doesn't want to get married yet. She had a plan for before she got married. But then again, she's been in love with Matt for so long that I might be wrong. Maybe that plan was just in case she never had the chance to be with Matt.
When I arrive, I try to talk but he doesn't let me speak.
"Before you say anything, I am moving a little fast."
Tell me about it.
"It's not that, it's-" I begin to tell him that his future fiancée and I aren't on the best of terms but of course, Matt Casey interrupts me.
He talks about how tomorrow isn't guaranteed and I see by the look on his face that he's sincere. Maybe that's what she sees in him. I decide to help him. I owe it to Gabby after the other night – she's wanted Casey since the day she met him.
"Okay." I tell him. My brain is telling me to run away but unfortunately I stay exactly where I am.
He shows me the rings and I immediately see one that she'd love. It's the type of ring I'd get her. The diamond's not too big, but not too small. She'd be able to wear it without feeling like she's shoving it in someone's face.
"This one, that's Dawson right there." I point to it. He gets a little excited.
"That was my pick! He says, "Back me up, that was my pick!"
I don't even hear the woman back him up because I'm staring at him in disbelief. First of all, he makes me drive across town because he can't figure out which frigging ring to buy her, and then when he finds out that he picked the same one I did, he gets excited! It's not a guessing game. He should know her well enough to pick the ring that she'd love without my reassurance.
"It's really pretty." I tell him.
"I'm gonna do it!" he says.
Then to add insult to injury, he doesn't even know her ring size.
Who goes ring shopping for his girlfriend without the ring size?
Then he looks at me and I realise that I don't know it either. But I have an excuse. I'm not the one proposing.
"I'm on the case."
With that, I walk out of the shop and back to my car. I drive away before I go back in the shop and call him out on his crap. Stupid Matt Casey with his stupid idea's to propose to the girl that I love.
Dawson's Point of View:
Today was awful to say the least. I had to clear out her locker with Shay, who was acting weird. She was trying to stick Jones's ring on my finger. We acted like colleague's the whole time. It hit me then that we hadn't actually talked about her confession.
When I found out that Jones left me a note, I was half expecting a letter telling me that she hated me and thought I was a bitch. But I was wrong...
Don't let anything stand in your way.
That's what she wrote.
After lashing out at everyone on shift about how her father was to blame, I went to find Shay. When I found her in the ambo, she smiled weakly at me.
"Still feel like you want to kick some ass?" she asked.
"Yeah I do."
"Then I'll take you there after our shift." She told me and I knew she wasn't lying.
When we finally got around to going, after a long 24 hour shift, I grabbed the box of Jones's belongings so I had an excuse to go.
We didn't speak on the way over there. We just listened to the radio loud enough so we didn't have to speak. She was dancing along to the music as she drove the car. Same old Shay.
When we parked, I told her to stay in the car. I didn't want to bring her down with me if shit hit the fan after this. She was reluctant, but she allowed me to go anyway.
I looked up at the building as I walked closer to it. I was scared; this man was powerful to say the least. But he needed to know that his daughter's death was on him.
Shay's Point of View:
I managed to get Dawson's ring size for Casey after a few failed attempts. She hasn't said anything so I hope she didn't figure out what I was doing.
I sit in the car and wait for her for about ten minutes before she jumps back in.
"How'd it go?" I ask.
"Just drive." She orders.
Either she's just ended her career, or she chickened out. I hope she chickened out.
"Where to, m'lady?" I chuckle as I start the car.
She looks at me. She's half glaring, half smiling at me.
"To Molly's!" She laughs.
For a second, we're almost normal.
"We should talk about it." I immediately know that she's talking about what happened at the cabin.
"Gabby, I didn't mean to tell you." I say, hoping she'll drop the subject.
"I know. But we still need to talk about it."
"Okay." I nod.
We don't speak again until we're in Molly's comfortably sat at a table with two beers.
"So..." I mutter.
"So..." She repeats, "You're in love with me?"
I nearly choke on my beer. I wasn't expecting her to be so forward about it, especially since we haven't brought it up until now.
"Uh..." I don't know what to say to her. I look down at my bottle and start peeling the label.
"It's okay, Shay."
"No, it's not, Gabby." I say, still not able to look at her, "I crossed a line. I know how you feel about Matt and I don't know what came over me."
"Shay, look at me."
I look up to see her beautiful brown eyes staring at me.
"I reacted badly... Ridiculously and I don't know why. Despite how you feel, you've managed to stand by me this whole time. You're the best."
I stare at her for a few moments and this time, I'm sure that she looks down at my lips. I thought she was going to lean over and kiss me. Then someone barged past our table and she shakes herself out of her thoughts. She looks like she's about to run away again.
"What happened with Jones's dad?" I ask, trying to get her to stay.
"It didn't go as planned." She shrugged. "I got there and he looked so lost. Then he started telling me that he only wanted to protect her and the way he acted suddenly made sense. I didn't need to tell him that her death is on him. He already knows. There's no point adding to his pain."
"That's good of you, Gabby." I told her.
"It is?" She frowns.
"Yeah, it is." I smile.
She grabs my hand and squeezes it between both of hers. Then her phone rings. Her screen lights up with a photo of her and Casey. She looks at it before looking back at me. She doesn't bother answering, I don't know why, but she doesn't. Neither of us speak or even move until the phone stops ringing. It's like we were cheating and we were scared that he'll catch us if we so much as breathe.
"I'm going to have to go."
"Okay. Want a ride home?"
"No it's fine. You stay here. I'm going to the station so I'll catch a cab."
She lets go of my hands, which immediately feel cold and walks out of the bar, waving good bye behind her.
Dawson's Point of View:
That's twice now. You've thought about kissing her twice. Once after a few shots of tequila is natural – tequila is the devil. But tonight I only had a few sips of beer and I once again found myself leaning in to kiss her... And part of me wishes that I hadn't stopped myself.
