This is the story of the boys who loved you,
Who love you now and loved you then.
And some were sweet and some were cold and snuffed you,
And some just layed around in bed.
And some, they crumbled you straight to your knees,
Did it cruel, did it tenderly.
Some they crawled their way into your heart,
To rend your ventricles apart.
This is the story of the boys who loved you.
Red Right Ankle by The Decemberist
Sarah sat silently in her car for a few moments, attempting to wrap her head around what had just transpired, a small smile playing at her lips. Her shock from Killian's advances still hadn't worn off. It wasn't the fact that he had kissed her; she wasn't virginal by any means. It was the effect that his kiss had on her that she couldn't shake. It had been so sweet and innocent that her mind couldn't process it quickly enough to respond.
Then the reality set in: Ruby. How could she have been so stupid? Guilt washed over her and the previous euphoria she felt diminished entirely. She knew that she had to avoid Killian from now on at all costs. She couldn't betray Ruby, no matter how immature she had acted the night before. They were best friends and she'd choose her over any guy; even one that made her heart skip several beats on numerous occasions.
Sarah ran her fingers through her hair in frustration. A knock on her car window brought her back to the present. She quickly rolled her window down to greet the person opposite her.
"Sarah, hey. You okay?" It was Emma Swam accompanied by Sheriff Graham. Fabulous. Both looked at her with concerned expressions and she tried hard not to roll her eyes.
"Hey guys, yeah I'm fine. Just a little out of it I suppose. Not a whole lot of sleep last night," Sarah laughed half-heartedly. "How are you? Enjoying the new title I presume, Ms. Deputy," Sarah winked at Emma.
Emma smiled, "Absolutely. Although there's a lot of ... weird stuff going on. And Henry won't quit his obsession with this fairy tale book stuff. Kids, ya know?"
"Oh, I can imagine. We were all his age once. Just try to enjoy it, they grow up too quickly."
"So I've been told. Anyway, you going to the Halloween party next week?"
"Shit, I totally forgot! Yeah, Ruby and I are going early to help Mary Margaret set everything up. More of Ruby's thing than mine but it should be fun. Well, I've gotta run some errands before it gets much later. See you guys there?" Sarah finished hurriedly.
"You know it! Be safe!"
Sarah rolled up her window and started her car. A quick trip to the grocery store and then she'd soak in the tub for the rest of the evening. And some wine. That was a definite must.
The smell of lavender enveloped Sarah and she couldn't be more thankful that she was sitting in a scalding hot bath. Her body still ached from nearly freezing to death earlier and she was chilled to the bone. She covered the bathroom with candles to create the most relaxed environment possible; a bottle of wine sat next to the tub for good measure.
Her day had gone from bad to decent to wonderful to terrible within a matter of hours. She wanted to melt away every ounce of stress and mentally prepare for facing Ruby tomorrow. Slowly numbness overcame her and she closed her eyes, wanting to think of anythng other than what plagued her. She saw the ocean. She felt herself rocking back and forth to the rhythm of the waves when she realized that she was on a large ship with the salty sea air blowing through her hair. She felt free and completely in control, the opposite of her current situation. She could hear jeers and chatter surround her and caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a whole crew of ...pirates? Attempting to process her odd "day-dream," she heard someone call out to their captain. She looked from side to side, trying to find this so-called captain, when she realized that the person was actually addressing her. "Me? Captain?" She shook her head and opened her eyes, utterly confused by her mind's trickery. "Hmm, how odd. That's what I get for drinking wine after last night's debacle ..."
An hour or so of soaking and three tall glasses of wine, Sarah was officially emotionally spent and ready for a good night's sleep. She drained the bathtub and threw a towel around her body, blowing out the candles as she walked out into her living room. Feeling a slight cool breeze, she cocked an eyebrow and surveyed the room. "I know that I didn't open any windows ..." She spotted a set of curtains blowing in the wind and walked over to shut the window behind them. Turning the lock, she checked all of the windows and, satisfied that they were all secure, headed into her bedroom to wait for sleep to overcome her.
Sarah and Ruby were supposed to meet at Granny's Diner around 9 am to coordinate schedules for the Halloween bash. Sarah was justifiably nervous; she hadn't spoken to Ruby since Saturday night. All she could do is hope that Killian called her back and made plans to accompany her to the party. That would quiet Ruby down for a bit and Sarah could go back to her role as the wingman.
Walking into the diner, she quickly spotted Ruby sitting in a booth flailing her arms animatedly to get Sarah's attention. She sighed in relief and took the seat across from Ruby. As soon as she fully sat down Ruby began spewing words quickly in her general direction.
"Oh my god, I have SO much to tell you. Firstly, let me apologize for being a royal bitch at the bar," Ruby paused to take a sip of her coffee (which was most likely her third or fourth cup of the day). "I was already kind of drunk and my inner ... she-wolf was raging. I'm sorry, please forgive my nonsense."
Sarah laughed, "Ruby, don't even worry about it. I know how you get when there's a good looking guy involved. No hard feelings, I promise. Anyway, how was the rest of your night?" Sarah immediately regretted opening that particular door.
"It was amazing. At first Killian didn't seem too enthralled with me. Kind of ... I dunno ... preoccupied? But then, after you sang karaoke, which was awesome by the way, he just ... came at me full force. I should have you sing around hot guys more often!" Sarah felt like she might vomit after hearing this ridiculous portrayal of Ruby's evening.
"Anyway, so we were making out and whatnot and then he led me out to his car. We made out in there for a bit and then he drove us to his place. Then we ... well ... you get the idea. He passed out right after but it was glorious. I swear I heard angels singing; it was a beautiful thing. The next morning he drove me home and I promised myself that I wouldn't be the one to initiate another date or anything but I just couldn't help myself. He didn't pick up when I called, which made me think that I was just another chick to him. But then he called me back an hour later and ... WE'RE GOING TO THE PARTY TOGETHER!"
Sarah was actually kind of impressed that Ruby rattled off her story in what seemed like only one breath. She wouldn't let her inner disappointment show; she was happy for Ruby. At the same time, she was harboring some serious resentment for reasons she couldn't understand. As long as they stayed away from each other, she'd get over Killian with absolutely no problem. It's not like he actually wanted to go out on a date with her, anyway. She could justify her "crush" as a shallow waste of time.
"That's great Ruby. I'm happy for you," Sarah smiled, hoping Ruby didn't sense how hollow her statement sounded.
"Thanks, it's going to be ah-mazing! Speaking of the party- what time should we head over there for the set-up on Friday?"
"Mary Margaret said around 3 or so. I still have to find something to wear. this is turning into such a pain in my arse. What are you gonna wear?"
"I'm not sure yet, either. I'll just throw something together later. It's no secret that I have more clothes than I know what to do with so I should be just fine," Ruby laughed.
Sarah and Ruby chatted a bit more before Sarah left the diner in search of a costume.
*Check my profile for Sarah's outfit*
Sarah had gone from shop to shop in search of the perfect costume and decided to call it quits for the day. Walking out of the final unhelpful store, she sighed and grabbed her phone from her purse. She had a missed call and voicemail from none-other than Killian Jones. Putting the phone to her ear, she let the message play-
"I had hoped that you would answer, love, because I hate leaving voicemails. Anyhow, I was just calling to make sure that you and Miss Ruby were on speaking terms again. If you'd be so kind as to call me back, we can schedule our little ... date or whatever you'd like to call it. Have a nice night, dove."
Sarah scoffed at the message. Was he truly an idiot? Thinking that he could sleep with Ruby and then play pretend in the hope of bedding her, too? "Why is this situation completely unsurprising to me?" Sighing, she headed to Marooner's Rock for a bartending shift.
