This is somewhat of a sequel of the last Dott thing. I wanted to use the other song (Which I mean this song), but it was too much of the same scenario. It's a bit confusing. There's also a part 3 on the way, but I'm going to post something else beforehand for variation.

Warning: This may be a bit... suggestive? I'm not entirely sure, it depends on how you look at it. But that's what the song said! Don't blame me.

Dawn's P.O.V.

There was somethings I didn't say about the last story. It wasn't as easy as me seeing him and him waiting for me and then both of us just leaving like that. But it was a happier and quicker ending, that's why I told it. It took a bit more convincing to get him to leave with me. Not to mention Scott was much ruder, but I didn't mind. You'll understand.

To be honest, Scott was drunk. I came home, dropped my stuff at my parent's house and went straight over to Scott's. His parents had sadly died when I was gone, which I learned much later, so he was alone.

"I was wondering when you'd get back." He smiled at me. It seemed normal at first. But I had left because of somewhat of a fight last time, so it seemed a bit odd.

"It's been a long time since I came around." I agreed, throwing my arms around his neck. "Been along time since I came back and town."

"Mmm." He agreed, getting up. I had to let go because I was so short. "You planning on leaving again?" He was worried.

"Yeah. But this time I'm not leaving without you." I decided.

He frowned, but gave me a lopsided grin a moment later. He bent down and planted a kiss on me that I'd been waiting for since I got there.

"You taste like whiskey when you kiss me." I wrinkled my nose, giggling.

He shrugged. "I got bored waiting for you. Took you forever."

"I can't control the bus." I put my hands on my hips.

He shrugged again.

"What happened to baby doll?" I asked him. That was what he always called me.

"I thought you said you hated that nickname." He pointed out.

"I'd give anything to be your baby doll." I replied. I was just glad to be back. He took a swig from a beer bottle. I couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, this time I'm not leaving without you."

"Please." He shook his head. He said, "Sit back down where you belong."

My eyebrows rose. Was he playing the sexist again? "And where would that be?"

"In the corner of my bar with your high heels on." He told me and gestured to the spot. "Or sit back down on the couch where we made love for the first time-"

I blushed ferociously. "Scott!"

He ignored me and twirled a finger around, thinking. "And you said to me... something. Something about this place. Something about lonely nights-"

"And my lipstick on your face." I remembered. He nodded. I continued. "Something about my cool Nebraska guy."

He grinned. "Yeah, something about, baby, you and I."

"It's been two years since you let you go. I couldn't listen to a joke or rock and roll. Muscle cars drove a truck right through my heart." I told him.

He waved his hand in dismissal and said sarcastically, "Tell me more."

"Gladly." I smiled. We were both sitting down at the bar now. "On my birthday you sang me, 'A Heart of Gold,' with a guitar hummin' and clothes."

He glanced at me. "I'm not leaving."

"This time I'm not leaving without you." I replied.

He said, "Sit back down where you belong, in the corner of my bar with your high heels on. Or sit back down on the couch-"

"Stop it!" I blushed again.

Scott ignored me. "And you said to me, there's something... Something about this place."

"Something about lonely nights and my lipstick on your face." I continued, nodding my head. "Something about my cool Nebraska guy."

"Yeah, something about... baby, you and I." He smirked at me and leaned forward a little bit.

"You and I." I agreed. "So you gonna come with me?"

"Probably not." He told me, still smirking.

"I'd rather die without you and I." I told him, serious.

"We both seemed to survive the last two years." He pointed out.

"We got have a whole lot of money, but you still pay rent. 'Cause you can't buy a house in heaven." He wrinkled his nose at me, but I continued. "There's only three men that I'm going to serve my whole life, my daddy, Nebraska, and Jesus Christ."

"Jesus Christ?" He said surprised. I winked at him.

"There's something. Something about this chase." I said to him.

"What? We've been dating for six years now?" He crossed his arms.

"More like four since we've gone so long." I told him. "I'm gypsy woman born to run you down, still want my lipstick all over your face."

"Something about just knowing when it's right." He finished up. He held up his bottle. "So put your drinks up-"

"For Nebraska!" I said. "I love you."

He looked at me. "You and I."

"It's been along since I came around. Been a long time, but I'm back in town. This time I'm not leaving without you."

He sighed, but he was grinning nonetheless."Fine, let's go."

Hey, look... I started it like a week ago... and I just finished it now. Yay. I have to say, originally I was NOT looking forward to writing these for some reason, but I am really happy with what I came up with. There is going to be a third (Not suggested by the same person), but after the next chapter.

The song was You and I by Lady Gaga. The pairing was Dott (Dawn and Scott). And thank you to... FanTD97 for suggesting this.

Thanks for reading, as always! Please, review the good stuff, the bad stuff, and don't forget to leave and idea!