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Chapter 11: What do you want?

Julie lay in bed, Gunnar's arms around her. She wanted to fall asleep, but she couldn't. She slipped out of bed and moved out to the couch. She stared down at the ring that was now on her left hand. It was beautiful, perfect, it was perfect, he was perfect, everything was fucking perfect! He had proposed to her in her favorite place in the city, and given her the perfect engagement ring, it had been the perfect evening. But what Dean had said stuck in her brain. That passion that she had felt with him, it wasn't there with Gunnar. Sure there was sex, good sex, and lots of it, but that heat, that overwhelming feeling of bliss that she used to get with Dean, it was missing. The night in the Hamptons, why of all the things to bring up did he have to bring up that?

"You're insane," she laughed as pulled her into the bathroom of Gary's new boyfriend's beach house. He laughed and kissed her hard.

"You get me like that," he smiled, and started unzipping her dress.

"Dean," she said, trying to resist but already losing herself in his touch, "We can't do this here."

"We can't?" He said, moving his hands over her underwear. "I think we're about to." She giggled and started to undo his pants. "That's what I'm talking about!" He kissed her and kissed her, and she moaned and screamed, which was horribly unlike her to surrender control like that, usually sex was a give and take, but tonight she let go, and just let him do whatever he wanted. Strangely though, what he wanted morphed into what she wanted.

Yes, that night had been amazing, but two months later he was on a plane to California, something that he simply had neglected to mention to her. But still that night, oh God, just thinking about it was enough to get her hot. This was so wrong! Her boyfriend, no fiancé was sleeping in the next room. Why was she sitting here, practically getting herself off on thoughts of her ex?

"Hey," Gary said walking out of his room, "What are you doing up? Shouldn't you be in there celebrating?" She laughed.

"We celebrated plenty," she sighed, "Now he's sleeping and I can't."

"Too excited?" Gary smiled and sat next to her.

"Too distracted," she sighed, "It's perfect isn't it?" She held her left hand up.

"You have a problem with perfection?" Gary said, "Sweetie, you hit the jackpot, be happy about it."

"I want to be," she said, "but I can't stop thinking about," she shook her head, "you know what forget it! I mean everything is great, right? He loves me, I love him, and he's so good to me, and who cares if I don't have mind blowing sex with him like I did with Dean?"

"Dean?" Gary said, "That's what this freak out is about?"

"He was there," she said, "and drunk. He brought up the Hamptons."

"The bathroom?" Gary laughed.

"Yes," she sighed, "that was the most amazing night of my life. I still think that, tonight should be the most amazing night of my life. Seriously, my incredible boyfriend proposed to me in the most romantic setting possible, that should be the most amazing night, not one time my ex fucked me on a bathroom floor."

"So, what are you going to do?" Gary shrugged.

"Marry Gunnar," she shrugged, "you flirt with the bad boy, you marry the good guy."

"The oh so wise X-Men," Gary laughed. "I love that that little tom boy inside of you never died."

"Do you think I'm doing the right thing?" She asked.

"Yeah," he nodded. "Like you said, Dean's not the marrying type, he's the fuck your brains out on a bathroom floor type."

"Yeah," she sighed and laughed.

Connie sat at her desk staring at her cell phone. It had only been one day, she knew better than to expect the call that day, but God she hoped he would. She had had a great time the night before. She wanted him to call, she was so excited, could it get better? Julie was engaged, Carla finally happy and she was waiting on a phone call from the first man to make her laugh in years. She hadn't told anyone about the night before, because she didn't want to steal Julie's thunder. She couldn't be happier for her friend, who was finally getting a chance to be happy. Her phone rang. She looked at the number and didn't recognize it. It had to be. She answered.

"Hello?" She said.

"Connie?" She heard a male voice on the end. "It's Dean, don't hang up!"

"Why not?" She sighed heavily.

"Because I need to talk to you about Julie," He said. "Look, I know I screwed up."

"A lot," Connie was using few words, knowing that if she didn't try to she would probably kill him.

"Right, a lot," he said quietly. "I love her," he said, "I need to get her back."

"She's engaged," Connie sighed, she knew she shouldn't tell him.

"What?" He said, "no, she's not! I saw her last night. She's not engaged."

"He proposed last night," Connie explained, "she said yes. They're engaged."

"Oh," he said quietly, "and she's happy?"

"Yes," Connie said, "she's ecstatic. Look don't ruin this for her, OK?"

"I wouldn't," he said, "not if she's really happy. I've got to go." He hung up.

She sighed, there was a time when she did actually like Dean Portman, long before his relationship with Julie, back when they were all just friends. Well, except for her and Guy of course. But as soon as Julie got together with him her attitude towards him changed. She watched her best friend fall in love with a man who couldn't for whatever reason return those feelings. She saw him walk away and leave Julie broken time after time. The quiet, friend like affection she had always felt for him turned to bitter hatred. But she remembered nights when they were young when Portman and Fulton's Bash Brother antics made them all laugh, countless injuries avoided because he would check some goon who was gunning for her during games, and times when he was just a really great guy. But the past few years had changed all of that. All the reminiscing made her lonely for something, and she knew exactly what it was. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed his number.

"Hello?" It felt good to hear his voice.

"Guy?" She said, quietly swallowing, "Hi, it's Connie."

"Hi," he said, sounding excited and confused to hear her. "Is anything wrong? Any reason you're calling me?"

"Julie's engaged," she said, "Gunnar proposed last night."

"That's great," he said, "Good for her. How are you?"

"I'm OK," she said, "I'm sorry. I acted like an idiot."

"Yeah, you did," he laughed, "it's good to hear from you. I miss you."

"I miss you too," she said, it was amazing how quickly they slipped back into comfortable conversation. "Rick Reilly bought me drinks last night."

"Julie's engaged to Gunnar Stahl, and you're drinking with Rick Reilly?" Guy laughed, "What would Fulton say about you two?"

A few days later Julie was standing in the kitchen, chopping up some lettuce. She had been learning to cook from Gunnar and was enjoying the experience. Connie walked in the door smiling perky.

"Hey," She said, sitting down at the kitchen table. "How are you?"

"I'm good," Julie smiled, "you have messages."

"Do I?" Connie said.

"Yes," Julie laughed, "One was for both of us, Guy says hello, and the other," she looked at her, "was from a certain Mr. Rick Reilly?"

"He called?" Connie said, "And I wasn't home?"

"When did you even see him?" Julie laughed.

"The night that you and Gunnar," Connie said, "you know. I didn't want to steal your thunder, we just had drinks it was no big deal."

"Drinks with some guy would be no big deal," Julie said, "but I mean Rick Reilly? He's Varsity! What would the bashes think?" She teased

"Haha," Connie said, "he was really great actually, funny, and charming. Isn't it amazing? I mean you and Gunnar, me and Rick? Seriously, talk about things changing!"

"Yeah," Julie nodded, and took a deep breath, "Connie, I can't marry him."

"What?" Connie said, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I can't marry Gunnar," Julie said. "It would be wrong."

"Why would it be wrong?" Connie said, "You love each other, he's perfect. What's the issue?"

"I can't marry Gunnar while I'm still in love with Dean." She sighed.

Oooh, cliff hanger! Reviews please!