Chapter 6
Shaun arrived at Betsy's door, took a deep breath, and knocked. Betsy opened the door, standing there in a red dress.
"Hi, Shaun," Betsy said. "You look nice."
"Thank you," Shaun said. "You look nice too."
Shaun suddenly smelled a familiar smell.
"Bubblegum," Shaun said. "You smell like bubblegum."
"I knew it," Betsy said. "Something must be wrong with my perfume."
"I like bubblegum," Shaun said.
Shaun remembered telling Lea that she smelled like bubblegum in the hallway.
"Shaun?" Betsy asked. "Are you ready to go?"
"Okay," Shaun said. "Okay."
Shaun and Betsy walked into the parking garage. As they walked, Betsy pointed over to her car.
"There's my car," Betsy said.
Shaun looked to see Betsy's car. It was the same kind of car Lea had.
"The Striped Tomato," Shaun said.
"The what?" Betsy asked.
"Never mind," Shaun said.
As they drove to the restaurant, Betsy smiled at Shaun.
"So, Shaun," Betsy said. "How was work today?"
"It was okay," Shaun replied. "My regular boss, Dr. Melendez, wasn't there. I have a temporary boss named Addison Montgomery."
"Oh," Betsy said.
Shaun stayed quiet.
"Let's listen to some music," Betsy said, turning on her radio.
As Betsy turned on the radio, Islands in the Stream began playing.
"I love this song!" Betsy cheered before singing. "Islands is the stream. That is what is we are. No one in between. How can we be wrong?"
Shaun remembered the time he and Lea sang the song, horribly off key and drunk, in a bar. He then began taking quick, deep breaths.
"Shaun?" Betsy asked concerned.
"Lea," Shaun said with his voice breaking.
"Lea?" Betsy asked. "Who's Lea?"
"Stop the car," Shaun said.
"Shaun?" Betsy asked.
"Stop the car!" Shaun screamed.
Betsy stopped her car. As soon as the car stopped, Shaun unbuckled and jumped out of the car. He then proceeded to run down the sidewalk towards his apartment building.
"Shaun?" Betsy asked.
Later, Betsy stood outside Shaun's door.
"Shaun," Betsy said. "I know you're in there."
Shaun sat by his door in his pajamas and favorite socks, holding his pillow.
"I'm not mad," Betsy said. "I just want to talk."
Shaun didn't respond.
"Okay," Betsy said. "I give up. I'm going home now. Bye, Shaun."
Shaun buried his face in his pillow.