Chapter 11- It Can't Be
Shaun sat by himself on the bench. His bag was at his feet and he was chewing on his lip nervously. 'Oh, god, what am I gonna do?' he thought. 'What's gonna happen? What if she doesn't s-' his thoughts were interrupted by a loud whistle. FWEEET! FWEEET! Shaun sighed and got up, ready to board the train.
* * *
Back home, Mandeline woke up, only to see blinding sunlight pouring through the blinds. Not wanting to wake up, she closed her eyes. Her eyes had been closed for about five seconds, until she remembered what happened the previous night. She immediately fluttered her eyes open and sat up. She looked around the room uncertainly, like she'd never been there before. 'Oh, great . . . ' she thought to herself. 'Now I'm being paranoid.' Since she was already wide awake, she decided to go ahead and get up.
Mandeline got out of bed and slipped into her slippers. She started to walk out of her room . . . until she remembered something. She stopped dead in her tracks and spun around. Mandeline looked on her bed, under the sheets, and beneath the pillows. An eerie glow cast upon her when she realized something oddly strange . . . the rose Shaun had given her . . . had disappeared.
She was so scared she wanted to call someone. When she picked up the phone, she immediately started dialing Shaun's old number but stopped halfway through. A sad look cast upon her as she decided to go ahead and call Josh instead. Unfortunately, or fortunately, he was out of town, and coming back tonight.
* * *
Shaun checked his watch. The ride seemed to be taking forever. He felt around in his bag, until he found what he was looking for. He took out the small box, opened it, and gazed at what was in it, contently. He took a deep breath to sooth the tense energy that had suddenly built up inside of him. He closed the box and tucked it away safely into his pocket, patted the shape securely and tried to remain calm for the rest of ride. But in this, he did not succeed. He couldn't sit still and he kept dropping things. It could've been the shakiness of the train, but then again, the other passengers didn't seem to be having any trouble. Once, he even spilled his meal and drink all over the seat. 'I must be more nervous that I thought.' He thought. Since he had spilled his stuff all over his seat, he had no choice but to find another compartment. He searched for another empty one, but there were none left. Finally he found one compartment with only one other passenger in it. It was a man about his age.
Shaun cleared his throat. "Excuse me. Can I sit here? There are no other compartments available."
The man looked up. "Oh. S-Sure." He seemed to stutter a little.
Shaun nodded slightly and sat down. "I'm Shaun. Weston." He said reaching his hand out.
The man shook his hand and said, "N-nice to meet you. I'm Josh. Josh Goldman."
*gasp!* DUN DUN DUN
For the next five minutes, they sat in silence. Shaun noticed Josh seemed to be fidgeting a lot. He was constantly shifting in his seat and often wiping his forehead with a handkerchief. Soon, Josh's fidgeting was beginning to irritate Shaun so he asked, "Are you OK?"
Josh raised his eyebrows. "O-oh. Y-yeah I'm f-fine."
Shaun looked at him in disbelief.
"I'm sorry." Josh said. "I'm j-just very nervous." He cleared his throat. "I'm planning on p-proposing to a girl tonight."
Shaun smiled. "Really? That's funny because I'm--"
Shaun was interrupted by an announcement on the train saying that they have reached their destination. The two men got up and shook hands again.
"Well, it was nice meeting you, Josh." Said Shaun.
"You, too, Shaun." And he stalked away.
~ Authors Note ~ I just KNOW that you guys know what's gonna happen in this story! It's so obvious. I hafta stop doing that. But PLEASE take note of the note below
TO ALL READERS: If you are going to submit a review, PLEASE [I'm practically BEGGING you!] do not say what you think will happen later in the story in the reviews. Someone did this before and it totally ruined my ending. Please don't spoil the ending! So if you have any personal comments, you can email me or AIM me. Address is in my profile. I know some of you already know what's going on with Shaun, but I would really appreciate it if you just kept it to yourself. I don't to spoil the ending for the other readers. Thanks! To be continued!
~ To BlueEyedPrincess ~ No, Shaun did not die! Lolz!
P.K.Y.P.T.Y.!
Shaun sat by himself on the bench. His bag was at his feet and he was chewing on his lip nervously. 'Oh, god, what am I gonna do?' he thought. 'What's gonna happen? What if she doesn't s-' his thoughts were interrupted by a loud whistle. FWEEET! FWEEET! Shaun sighed and got up, ready to board the train.
* * *
Back home, Mandeline woke up, only to see blinding sunlight pouring through the blinds. Not wanting to wake up, she closed her eyes. Her eyes had been closed for about five seconds, until she remembered what happened the previous night. She immediately fluttered her eyes open and sat up. She looked around the room uncertainly, like she'd never been there before. 'Oh, great . . . ' she thought to herself. 'Now I'm being paranoid.' Since she was already wide awake, she decided to go ahead and get up.
Mandeline got out of bed and slipped into her slippers. She started to walk out of her room . . . until she remembered something. She stopped dead in her tracks and spun around. Mandeline looked on her bed, under the sheets, and beneath the pillows. An eerie glow cast upon her when she realized something oddly strange . . . the rose Shaun had given her . . . had disappeared.
She was so scared she wanted to call someone. When she picked up the phone, she immediately started dialing Shaun's old number but stopped halfway through. A sad look cast upon her as she decided to go ahead and call Josh instead. Unfortunately, or fortunately, he was out of town, and coming back tonight.
* * *
Shaun checked his watch. The ride seemed to be taking forever. He felt around in his bag, until he found what he was looking for. He took out the small box, opened it, and gazed at what was in it, contently. He took a deep breath to sooth the tense energy that had suddenly built up inside of him. He closed the box and tucked it away safely into his pocket, patted the shape securely and tried to remain calm for the rest of ride. But in this, he did not succeed. He couldn't sit still and he kept dropping things. It could've been the shakiness of the train, but then again, the other passengers didn't seem to be having any trouble. Once, he even spilled his meal and drink all over the seat. 'I must be more nervous that I thought.' He thought. Since he had spilled his stuff all over his seat, he had no choice but to find another compartment. He searched for another empty one, but there were none left. Finally he found one compartment with only one other passenger in it. It was a man about his age.
Shaun cleared his throat. "Excuse me. Can I sit here? There are no other compartments available."
The man looked up. "Oh. S-Sure." He seemed to stutter a little.
Shaun nodded slightly and sat down. "I'm Shaun. Weston." He said reaching his hand out.
The man shook his hand and said, "N-nice to meet you. I'm Josh. Josh Goldman."
*gasp!* DUN DUN DUN
For the next five minutes, they sat in silence. Shaun noticed Josh seemed to be fidgeting a lot. He was constantly shifting in his seat and often wiping his forehead with a handkerchief. Soon, Josh's fidgeting was beginning to irritate Shaun so he asked, "Are you OK?"
Josh raised his eyebrows. "O-oh. Y-yeah I'm f-fine."
Shaun looked at him in disbelief.
"I'm sorry." Josh said. "I'm j-just very nervous." He cleared his throat. "I'm planning on p-proposing to a girl tonight."
Shaun smiled. "Really? That's funny because I'm--"
Shaun was interrupted by an announcement on the train saying that they have reached their destination. The two men got up and shook hands again.
"Well, it was nice meeting you, Josh." Said Shaun.
"You, too, Shaun." And he stalked away.
~ Authors Note ~ I just KNOW that you guys know what's gonna happen in this story! It's so obvious. I hafta stop doing that. But PLEASE take note of the note below
TO ALL READERS: If you are going to submit a review, PLEASE [I'm practically BEGGING you!] do not say what you think will happen later in the story in the reviews. Someone did this before and it totally ruined my ending. Please don't spoil the ending! So if you have any personal comments, you can email me or AIM me. Address is in my profile. I know some of you already know what's going on with Shaun, but I would really appreciate it if you just kept it to yourself. I don't to spoil the ending for the other readers. Thanks! To be continued!
~ To BlueEyedPrincess ~ No, Shaun did not die! Lolz!
P.K.Y.P.T.Y.!