CHAPTER FIVE
It had been three weeks. He was depressed. He never left his apartment for anything. Peter had called him a few more times. He never answered the phone or returned the calls. After a while, Scott found himself in bars getting drunk.
"Oh, your awake." Said a voice.
"Where am I?" Scott asked.
"Oh, you don't remember last night? Let me refresh your memory." Said a young lady with blonde hair as she climbed on top of Scott and started to kiss him. He pulled away and looked at her.
"What happened last night?" Scott asked.
"You really don't remember do you?" She asked. "You were really that drunk? I'm just a one-night stand? I can't believe this Ryan." She said.
"Ryan?" He asked.
"Yeah that is your name isn't it? That what you told me last night." She said.
"How drunk was I?" He said as he climbed out of bed and put on his pants. He looked back at her. She was sitting there, uncovered.
"You know, it doesn't have to be a one-night stand." She said and crawled over the bed to him, pulling him towards her. He pushed her away and grabbed her shirt. He threw it to her.
"Forget about what happened last night." He said and started leaving before pausing and looking back. "Did I use protection?" He asked.
"Yes." She sighed. He walked out of her house and headed home.
For some reason he felt better. He wasn't worried about Shelby anymore. Or Peter or Jessica. That night he was back at another bar, hitting on another girl.
"So this is your place?" He asked as she took him to her room.
"Yea and this is my bed. Make yourself comfortable. I'll be back." She said. Scott took off his shoes, socks, shirt and pants and climbed into her bed. He was wearing only his boxers when she walked back in, wearing nothing. She climbed onto the bed and Scott held her close.
"Steve, are you sure you want to do this." She asked.
"Oh yeah." Scott said. The next morning, Scott woke up, not knowing where he was, and left her sleeping.
This had been going on for two weeks. But it wasn't working anymore. Jessica and Shelby were both on his mind. He didn't know why he couldn't stop thinking of Jessica. He didn't love her, he loved Shelby. He didn't even like Jessica, not as a friend or anything.
"I need a drink." Scott said to himself and headed to a bar.
After getting totally drunk, Scott decided to look for a girl. Most of the girls there he had already been with, he wanted somebody new, then he saw her. The girl for tonight. He went and made his move.
"Hi!" he said. The girl turned and looked. "Can I buy you a drink?" He asked.
"Wow, look at you. How have you been?" She asked.
"What? What are you talking about?" He asked.
"Scott are you drunk?"
"How did you know my name?" He asked.
"Oh, you're coming home with me." She said and dragged him to the car.
"Where do you thinking your going with him?" A woman asked.
"I'm gong home and he's coming with me." She said.
"I don't think so, Steve is mine." She said.
"Steve? This is Scott. Who is Steve?" Jessica asked.
"That's me, I'm Steve and Jerry and Ryan and Billy." Scott said.
"He's drunk, I'm taking him to my place. Please move aside." She said and walked to her car.
When Scott woke up, it was still night. He looked next to him. He was in an empty bed.
"Wha-what's going on?" He questioned to himself and the girl walked in. "Daisy?!" He said.
"Hey Romeo, feeling better?" She asked.
"I feel like sh-"
"I know, you certainly do look like it too." She said.
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"I live here." She said. "Well I do for now. What's going on?" She asked in a worried voice.
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
"Well you were drunk, you hit on my of all people, and you're not with Shelby. Something has to be going on." She said.
"Shelby left me." He mumbled.
"If you're going to say something, say it so everyone can hear it." Daisy said.
"Shelby left me." He said louder.
"Oh." She said sadly. "So you decided to get drunk? Who is Steve and Jerry and Billy?" she asked.
"I don't want to talk about it." He said while getting off the bed and heading towards the door.
"Fine, don't talk about it, but I'm calling Peter." She said and reached for the phone when Scott ran up to her and hung it up.
"No, you can't call him. Promise me you won't call him." Scott said.
"Scott you need help and I don't know any other way to get it for you." She said.
"Please, come on Daisy. Don't call him." Scott looking at her with pleading eyes.
"If you promise not to go back to the bar and pick up girls, I won't call him." She said.
"I promise." He said with a smile.
"Say it, say what your promise." She said.
"I promise not to go back to that bar and pick up girls." He said.
"I'm serious Scott." She said.
"So am I, I won't go back there." He said. "I gotta go home. I'll talk to you later." He said and kissed her cheek good-bye.
Once he was out of the house and her sight he couldn't help but smile. He found a new bar to into to. It was perfect, nobody knew him there. He could get all of the girls he saw.
"I told her I wouldn't go back to THAT bar, I didn't say I would give up bars completely." He said to himself and went to buy a drink.
It was a new day. Shelby woke up in the arms of Matt. The man she loved. She looked at him, sleeping peacefully and kissed his cheek. He woke up and smiled at her.
"You're the only girl I know that looks that good in the morning." He said to her. "I love you." He said.
"I love you too." She said and kissed his sweet lips. She had never been happier.
"Shelby, I love you so much. I've never felt this way about anyone." He pulled out a ring. "Will you marry me?" He asked
Authors note~ first I own everyone in this story not from Higher Ground. I thought That should be said. Second I love nothing more than reading reviews. Rather their good or bad but I hate when people tell me how to write my story. I will tell you this, at the moment I'm planning an ending that will make everyone happy. I know you all want S&S together but please, let me write my story how I want to. What you say is not going to make me put them back together. Just read the story and enjoy it. You can give me bad comments all you want, I think they make me a better writer but don't tell me how to write my own story. ~HaydensGal~
It had been three weeks. He was depressed. He never left his apartment for anything. Peter had called him a few more times. He never answered the phone or returned the calls. After a while, Scott found himself in bars getting drunk.
"Oh, your awake." Said a voice.
"Where am I?" Scott asked.
"Oh, you don't remember last night? Let me refresh your memory." Said a young lady with blonde hair as she climbed on top of Scott and started to kiss him. He pulled away and looked at her.
"What happened last night?" Scott asked.
"You really don't remember do you?" She asked. "You were really that drunk? I'm just a one-night stand? I can't believe this Ryan." She said.
"Ryan?" He asked.
"Yeah that is your name isn't it? That what you told me last night." She said.
"How drunk was I?" He said as he climbed out of bed and put on his pants. He looked back at her. She was sitting there, uncovered.
"You know, it doesn't have to be a one-night stand." She said and crawled over the bed to him, pulling him towards her. He pushed her away and grabbed her shirt. He threw it to her.
"Forget about what happened last night." He said and started leaving before pausing and looking back. "Did I use protection?" He asked.
"Yes." She sighed. He walked out of her house and headed home.
For some reason he felt better. He wasn't worried about Shelby anymore. Or Peter or Jessica. That night he was back at another bar, hitting on another girl.
"So this is your place?" He asked as she took him to her room.
"Yea and this is my bed. Make yourself comfortable. I'll be back." She said. Scott took off his shoes, socks, shirt and pants and climbed into her bed. He was wearing only his boxers when she walked back in, wearing nothing. She climbed onto the bed and Scott held her close.
"Steve, are you sure you want to do this." She asked.
"Oh yeah." Scott said. The next morning, Scott woke up, not knowing where he was, and left her sleeping.
This had been going on for two weeks. But it wasn't working anymore. Jessica and Shelby were both on his mind. He didn't know why he couldn't stop thinking of Jessica. He didn't love her, he loved Shelby. He didn't even like Jessica, not as a friend or anything.
"I need a drink." Scott said to himself and headed to a bar.
After getting totally drunk, Scott decided to look for a girl. Most of the girls there he had already been with, he wanted somebody new, then he saw her. The girl for tonight. He went and made his move.
"Hi!" he said. The girl turned and looked. "Can I buy you a drink?" He asked.
"Wow, look at you. How have you been?" She asked.
"What? What are you talking about?" He asked.
"Scott are you drunk?"
"How did you know my name?" He asked.
"Oh, you're coming home with me." She said and dragged him to the car.
"Where do you thinking your going with him?" A woman asked.
"I'm gong home and he's coming with me." She said.
"I don't think so, Steve is mine." She said.
"Steve? This is Scott. Who is Steve?" Jessica asked.
"That's me, I'm Steve and Jerry and Ryan and Billy." Scott said.
"He's drunk, I'm taking him to my place. Please move aside." She said and walked to her car.
When Scott woke up, it was still night. He looked next to him. He was in an empty bed.
"Wha-what's going on?" He questioned to himself and the girl walked in. "Daisy?!" He said.
"Hey Romeo, feeling better?" She asked.
"I feel like sh-"
"I know, you certainly do look like it too." She said.
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"I live here." She said. "Well I do for now. What's going on?" She asked in a worried voice.
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
"Well you were drunk, you hit on my of all people, and you're not with Shelby. Something has to be going on." She said.
"Shelby left me." He mumbled.
"If you're going to say something, say it so everyone can hear it." Daisy said.
"Shelby left me." He said louder.
"Oh." She said sadly. "So you decided to get drunk? Who is Steve and Jerry and Billy?" she asked.
"I don't want to talk about it." He said while getting off the bed and heading towards the door.
"Fine, don't talk about it, but I'm calling Peter." She said and reached for the phone when Scott ran up to her and hung it up.
"No, you can't call him. Promise me you won't call him." Scott said.
"Scott you need help and I don't know any other way to get it for you." She said.
"Please, come on Daisy. Don't call him." Scott looking at her with pleading eyes.
"If you promise not to go back to the bar and pick up girls, I won't call him." She said.
"I promise." He said with a smile.
"Say it, say what your promise." She said.
"I promise not to go back to that bar and pick up girls." He said.
"I'm serious Scott." She said.
"So am I, I won't go back there." He said. "I gotta go home. I'll talk to you later." He said and kissed her cheek good-bye.
Once he was out of the house and her sight he couldn't help but smile. He found a new bar to into to. It was perfect, nobody knew him there. He could get all of the girls he saw.
"I told her I wouldn't go back to THAT bar, I didn't say I would give up bars completely." He said to himself and went to buy a drink.
It was a new day. Shelby woke up in the arms of Matt. The man she loved. She looked at him, sleeping peacefully and kissed his cheek. He woke up and smiled at her.
"You're the only girl I know that looks that good in the morning." He said to her. "I love you." He said.
"I love you too." She said and kissed his sweet lips. She had never been happier.
"Shelby, I love you so much. I've never felt this way about anyone." He pulled out a ring. "Will you marry me?" He asked
Authors note~ first I own everyone in this story not from Higher Ground. I thought That should be said. Second I love nothing more than reading reviews. Rather their good or bad but I hate when people tell me how to write my story. I will tell you this, at the moment I'm planning an ending that will make everyone happy. I know you all want S&S together but please, let me write my story how I want to. What you say is not going to make me put them back together. Just read the story and enjoy it. You can give me bad comments all you want, I think they make me a better writer but don't tell me how to write my own story. ~HaydensGal~