I DON'T OWE EMMERDALE OR THE CHARACTERS BLAR BLAR BLAR...IT'S ALL THE PROPERTY OF ITV.
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I have decided to end this story on a happier note so a few more chapters...
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Ross was in the café. He was brooding over his carton of takeaway hot chocolate and was trying to listen in a conversation between Bob and Brenda at the counter.
"Yeah, she says she's really settling in, April's at a new school, it's only been a few weeks I know, but Marlon's been down there and she seems happy enough"
Ross shook his head and stood up to go, he then see's Marlon come in through the door, both of them are squaring each other up as they made eye contact.
"Why is it, that EVERYWHERE I go...YOU are always in my face!", Ross hissed.
Marlon liked it because Ross was seemed bothered by him, and so he should be, after all the trouble he had caused telling Laurel that the bub Donna was carrying was his.
"Ohhh, it bothers you, does it? It's a shame for you...I'm really gutted that you are bothered", Marlon's tone of voice at a sarcastic edge to it.
Ross wanted to floor Marlon where they stood, but Bob and Brenda and others in the café were looking over at them.
"You're not worth it...I mean...it really wouldn't be fair, would it? Me bullying a long lanky streak of piss like you...haha...me bothered? Nah...sorry for the disappointment", and he was off out the café with the door bouncing behind him.
Marlon looked all pleased with himself, Ross had relented. And he done it. One nil to him.
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Later, Ross walked into the pub and went to the bar. James was leaning on the side and came over raising his eye brows, "a pint is it?"
Ross glared at him, "What's this? YOU are the new barman are you? God what was Chas thinking of with scaring off all the customers like this"
James huffed as he grabbed an empty glass, "Do you want a pint or not...or are you here just to give me grief"
Ross shook his head, "Forget it, I'll go to the Malt...at least there, there's a nice bargirl who loves to give me the eye and flashes her cleavage at me..."
"Ross...what is all this anger in you...everybody's noticed it...even Finn hasn't a good thing to say about you at the moment...he said something about you and him having a big fight over Aaron"
Ross screwed his face up, "Aaron's a headcase...why would I want our Finn going to bed with that nutter for?"
Aaron was standing behind him, ""oh yeah...nutter am I... ?"
Ross turned and glared at him, Aaron continued, "...well, Finn couldn't get enough of me...infact he was begging for it, do you get me", he teased through a gritted teeth.
Ross went for him and the two lads grappled with each other until both of them were on the floor of the pub. James came out from behind the bar and tried to pull Ross off Aaron, Adam who had appeared out of nowhere pulled Aaron off.
James through his son aside as he shook him off, "go and cool off...NOW!"
Ross pulled his hair back out of his eyes and after giving Aaron a parting glare was out the door, Aaron shoved Adam off, "Huh...So he easy to wind up", he laughed.
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Debbie wondered why Ross hadn't shown up for his tea, so after going to the pub to try track him down, James told her about the incident with Aaron. Debbie left the pub and went straight round Andy's where Ross was lounging back on the sofa like a slob and downing cans of lager.
Debbie was fuming at him.
"How much LONGER is this going to go on for Ross? I can't deal with you when you are like this!"
Ross looked up at her, "well, if you can't deal with me, then you can always go find my big brother Pete...I'm sure he won't say no to ya"
Debbie was at her wit's end, she threw a hand out in front of her, "WHY are you doing THIS? It's YOU I want... for pity sake, I've told you enough times, why can't you accept that?"
Ross laughed at her and stood up, he looked down at her, his eyes glazed over because of the amount of booze in him, "...accept that? I have to accept you, do I? Me? Well...Donna's gone now, isn't she...SHE'S never gonna come back to me is she...so there's you...you are so thick and you don't even know it...what happened to your self-respect?"
Debbie swallowed, she shook her head, "What do you mean by that...ROSS...what do you mean?"
Ross laughed and went to the fridge and turned, "you like being the booby prize? You like being second best? Because you are...you were so desperate to get into my pants, you don't mind playing second fiddle"
Debbie put her hand to her mouth...Ross continued as he pulled the ring on the can.
"...here's to you then...second best Debs...and to all those who sail in her...", he pulled a face, that wasn't the right expression, but who could give a fuck, he certainly couldn't.
Debbie was tearful now, "She's GONE Ross...she's made it crystal clear that she doesn't want anything to do with you...and you know what? She NEVER DID!"
Ross turned on her, pointing his finger "don't YOU go there"
"Yeah I will...because somebody has to drum some sense into ya...Donna USED you because she was working with her friends in the police...it was ALL apart of the operation...you were a tool in the investigation, can't you see that, or are you just so blinded by it!"
Debbie found herself shouting so she stopped, she became softer in her approach.
"...Ross, she used you and screwed you over...it made her out to be the fake hero she is, and I HATE HER for what she has done to you"
Ross looked so forlorn as he stared out of the window.
"..can you go please..."
Debbie stepped forward, "Ross..."
"PLEASE!...can you go..."
Debbie shook her head and went to the door, she glanced back at him hoping he would look back at her...he didn't...so she left.
Ross sniffed back the tears and perched his bum on the arm of the chair, he pulled out his mobile and tried to focus on his phonebook and scroll down to Donna's number, he took in a deep breath, then swallowed and forced himself to press call.
Voicemail, at least she hadn't changed her Cimm.
"Donna...guess who? Look...I don't even know why I'm calling you...yeah, I do...It's because I've had a few and thought what the hell...and I've NEVER done this...I've NEVER chased after a bird like I'm chasing you...and that's a big thing for me, so don't you go knocking it, girl...please Donna...call me back...make me see that you love me...like I love you, because I do and I refuse to believe that you hate me...like you told me you did..."
He bit his lip and looked about him, then tried to sound more cheerful "...so you call me back, girl...because you know you want to..."
He removed the phone from his ear and pressed off.
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