(Note: This chapter has a
scene from my story "This Magic Moment." Keep in mind that "Second Chances" isn't
a sequel or anything, I just felt too lazy to write a whole new scene for
Shelle's first date, okay? None of my stories are related, they just make cameos
in each other.)
Belle
paced her living room, waiting for Shawn to arrive. When she finally heard a
knock on the door, she rushed over to answer it. Standing there, on the other
side, was Shawn. Belle smiled. "Hey there, handsome."
Shawn leaned against the doorframe. "Good morning,
beautiful. Let's go for a walk," he suggested, grabbing her hand and leading
her out the door.
Belle quickly shut the penthouse door. "But Shawn, I-"
Shawn interrupted Belle when he spun her around so she was
facing him and placed a rough kiss on her lips.
Belle melted the minute Shawn kissed her. Wrapping her
arms around his neck, they passionately kissed until Belle pulled back to catch
her breath. "Wow," she whispered.
Shawn leaned down so his forehead was touching Belle's.
"There's more where that came from, sweetheart," he whispered back, his voice
husky with passion. Regretfully, he let go of Belle and turned to press the
"down" button on the elevator. At Belle's disappointed look, he lightly brushed
his lips against hers and explained, "I've been planning this day for ten
years. You have no idea how much stuff I have in store for you."
Belle smiled and wrapped her arms around Shawn's neck.
"I'm looking forward to it," she said seductively in his ear.
Shawn took a deep breath. 'How quickly our roles can change,'
he thought to himself. 'Man, doesn't she know what she does to me? Come on,
Brady, self control.' "Well then, we better hurry, baby, before you get
impatient."
"And I'm not a patient woman," Belle added. "So let's go,"
she said, taking Shawn by the hand and leading him into the elevator.
A few minutes later, in Shawn's car, Shawn reached over
into the glove box and pulled out a scarf. "Okay, Belle, here you go. Put it on
so you can't see," he commanded her.
Belle looked at him skeptically. "But why, my dear Shawn?"
she asked, batting her eyelashes at him.
Shawn smiled. "Because I don't want you to know where we're
going," he told her with a light kiss.
Belle grinned. "Okay, fine. You know, I'm getting an
interesting sense of déjà vu," she said, tying the blindfold around her head.
Shawn looked inside the glove box again and saw the box
sitting there, exactly where he had put it twenty minutes earlier. 'Good, it's
still there. And I don't think Belle saw it, so that's definitely a good thing.
Come here, you,' he thought to himself, grabbing the box and opening it up to look
at the ring he had gotten. 'Belle will be so happy. You know,' he looked over
at Belle and noticed that her left ring finger was bare, 'she took off her
engagement ring from Jacob. That's also a good thing.' He smiled and started
the engine and, with the radio on and blasting, drove towards his destination
as he let his mind wander to the night of their first date.
***FLASHBACK***
Belle
and Shawn took a sip of their drinks without breaking eye contact. Shawn set
down his glass and reached for his fork. He broke off a piece of cake and held
it towards Belle. At her confused look, he explained, "Taste it. It's really
good."
Belle
leaned forward and ate the cake off the fork. She closed her eyes in amazement.
"Mmm. That is absolutely wonderful," she commented. She opened her eyes and
held out a piece for Shawn.
He
reached out and held Belle's hand to steady it, then delicately ate the piece
she had offered. Shawn kept his hand on Belle's. He took the fork out from her
grasp and, placing it on the blanket, took Belle's other hand. "Dance with me,"
he said quietly, standing up and pulling Belle up with him. He placed his hands
on the small of her back, making sure that his hands weren't too low. In
return, Belle wrapped her arms around Shawn's neck. Shawn leaned his head down
so his forehead was touching Belle's.
"I
have a confession to make," he whispered. "Actually, a couple. First of all, I
didn't set any of this up. I realized today that I wasn't going to have any
time, but I did clean everything and say exactly how I wanted it to look.
Second," he continued without letting Belle interrupt, "Belle, I discovered
tonight that I like you. I like you a lot. In fact, I don't consider you my
best friend anymore. Tonight, I-" he took a deep breath. "Tonight, I realized
that I'm in love with you. I have been for awhile, actually, but when I saw the
look in your eyes when we danced at the Last Blast; when I saw how the moon
bounced off your hair and made you look like an angel; I finally realized that
I love you. Heck, I was even in love with you when we were ice skating at my
parents' wedding and we almost kissed. And when I attacked you with the Silly
String and we almost kissed. In short, I love you, Isabella Black." With that,
Shawn stopped and took a deep breath.
'I
hope she's not mad at me,' he thought to himself. 'I mean, I just poured out my
entire heart to her. Wait a minute. Why would she be mad? Stop it, Brady.
You're making yourself go crazy.'
Belle
brushed aside a stray lock of hair from Shawn's forehead. "Shawn, thank you for
telling me and for not holding it in like you do so often with your feelings.
Tonight has been the best night of my entire life, and I just wanted to let you
know that you're being held personally responsible. This is kind of hard for me
to say, but I love you, too. You're incredibly caring and—I know you hate this
word, but I don't care—and sweet, and I love you for it. In fact, there isn't
one specific quality I like about you. I love the entire package. I love you,
Shawn Brady."
Shawn
smiled in relief. "Thank God you don't hate me after I poured out my heart to
you. I was afraid you would."
Belle
shook her head. "I could never hate you, Shawn. I love you too much," she
confessed.
Shawn
lightly brushed Belle's cheek and rested his forehead against hers once more.
Belle leaned up to close the small gap between the lightly brushed her lips
against his. When they kissed for the first time, both teens felt a shock, like
they were meant to be together. They smiled at each other and kissed longer and
a little more passionate. At that magic moment, nothing mattered except for
their love for each other.
***END FLASHBACK***