A/N: short chapter. I just wanted to get Shelby in here again. R/R
~Monique~
I sat on the docks with my legs hanging over the side, staring out into the vastness of the sky. I wasn't really thinking of anything in particular, just basking in the freedom of knowing that I finally told him. That he knows now and what he decides to do with it is his decision. The ball was in his court. I was hoping that we could talk about it and reconcile but I've run from him for so long that it seems impossible now. I recalled the conversation that I had just had with Shelby. She was sitting at a table outside and something compelled me to talk to her.
"Hi." I said standing over her. She looked up from whatever she was writing and was a little startled.
"Oh..uh..hi." She said tucking strands of blonde hair behind her ear.
I sat down next to her. "We don't know each other well and we probably should, considering we are most likely the only people in the world that really know Scott. You probably know all about it now. That's good because if you are ever going to go further with your relationship you have to know."
I stopped to sort out what I was going to say in my mind then continued. "When Scott and I were fourteen, the year before high school started, we made a pact, a promise. He said that if we weren't in love with someone else by the time we were twenty- eight then we would marry each other. It seemed like a logical thing, we were best friends, we could tolerate each other, we knew everything about each other from our favorite cereal to our worst fear. I don't even think he remembers that now, but I never forgot it. For as long as I've known him I've never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you. You only have twelve years to go to keep his heart. Don't stop now."
With that I got up and walked away, leaving her sitting there shocked and puzzled but I was almost a hundred percent sure that she understood what I was trying to say. From that moment I had handed over responsibility for Scott's heart to someone else after keeping it for so long. Now there was only one more thing left to do, talk to him.