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Getting The Girl Back Part 2–Dave Stangle

Part 1

Dave's POV

The closer we got to Jeanie's wedding, the more anxious I was to see Y/N. I kept rehearsing what I was going to say to her once I finally got her to sit down and talk to me, but it never seemed like enough.

Mike and I spent the few weeks leading up to the wedding, planning and replanning how I was gonna get Y/N to talk to me. Any plan he thought up was extreme. Any plan I came up with wouldn't be enough. Finally, we narrowed it down to a plan and a few backups. They weren't fully formed. The plans were of where and when I could talk to her.

Plan A was to catch her before the ceremony. Plan B was stopping her after Eric and Jeanie walked back down the aisle after the ceremony. Plan C was to find her during the cocktail party. Plan D was to talk to her during the reception. Plan E. . . There was no plan E.

The second I saw Y/N in a beautiful maroon dress, I completely forgot about our plans. My breath got caught in my throat and I could feel my heart skipping a beat every time I looked at her. The first time I saw her, she looked up and we made eye contact. We were both frozen as the room buzzed around us. Y/N was the first to look away.

The rest of the night, I could tell she was avoiding me. Not like it would matter. Whenever I saw her, my feet were frozen and I couldn't make myself move. Even if I did move, I know I wouldn't be able to find the right words.

Plan A didn't work because I never got the chance to find her before the wedding. Plan B didn't work because I was too much of a wimp to stop walking. Plan C didn't work because I hid in the corner and watched her talk to all her old college friends instead of going up and talking to her. Plan D was all I had left.

"Dude," Mike sighed when he saw me watching Y/N from across the room while I downed my third beer of the night. "Just go talk to her."

"I don't think I can," I said under my breath.

"Dave," he sighed, his tone changing. "Let's go over this. You've been in love with Y/N since she moved here in high school. It took you until college to get the courage to ask her out. And you had her for three years until you screwed it up."

"Is there a point to this?"

"Go get her back."

I quickly drank the rest of my beer and jumped up, heading towards Y/N before I could talk myself out of it.

"Hey, Y/N." I internally groaned when my greeting made her jump. She slowly turned around, already nervously chewing on her bottom lip.

"Sorry," I stuttered. "I didn't mean to scare you. I just. . ."

"Are you drunk?" She asked, her voice soft.

"No," I said a little too quickly. "I mean. . . Sorta. A little."

Y/N sighed and started to walk away. "Wait," I stopped her. "Y/N, please. . . Just. . . I'm sorry."

"You're drunk," she said softly as she looked away from me.

"Okay," I said, clearing my throat. "I'm a little buzzed. It's just. . . Seeing you again. . ."

"You had to be drunk?"

"No!" I said quickly. "I thought. . . Can we sit down?"

Y/N looked at me, debating. Finally, she sighed as she walked over to a table and sat down. I sat next to her, shifting my chair. I wanted to be close to her, but not too close to her.

"I know that I don't deserve. . . We were. . . Over the last year. . . Y/N. . . This isn't. . ."

I angrily grunted as I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. My heart sank, my anger evaporating when I saw her take a shaky breath. I opened my mouth to say something but she spoke up first.

"I can't do this," she stuttered. "It seems like everywhere I go today, I run into you and your brother. It's a reminder of everything that happened with us."

"Y/N," I said, my voice breaking.

"I'm gonna go," she said as she stood up and straightened her dress. "Tell Jeanie I said congratulations."

Before she could walk away, I stood up and quickly grabbed her hand. She looked at my hand holding hers and back up at me with wide eyes.

"Y/N, please. . . I know that I don't deserve another chance but. . . I need to. . . Can I. . ." I continued to stutter as I struggled to word what I was thinking.

"Screw it," I mumbled, finally letting go of her hand.

"What?"

I angrily ran my fingers through my hair, looking up at a confused Y/N. I sighed as I shook my head.

"No more plans, no more tricks," I sighed. Before she could ask what I meant, I asked, "Can we go somewhere quiet and talk?"

"Dave," she stuttered.

"Please," I begged. "I have some things I need to say to you."

                          * * * * *

We walked down the beach, neither one of us saying anything. I forced myself to resist reaching over and grabbing her hand. I took a shaky, relieved breath before following Y/N down the beach to a table. I waited for her to sit down before sitting a respectful distance away from her.

She wrapped her arms around herself, not looking up from me. I stood up, took off my jacket, and draped it over Y/N's shoulders. I smiled when she accepted it with a small smile of her own on her face.

I cleared my throat as I gathered the courage I needed to get this out. The truth is, I thought about our break-up and our relationship a lot. And the longer I thought about it, the more I realized that all of this was my fault. She put a lot of time and energy into our relationship. I didn't.

"For starters," I finally started talking, "you were right."

"What?" She asked under her breath.

"You were right," I repeated. "About everything. I may not have known or done it intentionally, but I did put Mike ahead of you. I spent way too much time with my brother and not enough time with you. I made you think you weren't the most important person in my life, but you were. You are."

"Dave," she whispered.

"I like you."

Y/N opened and closed her mouth, clearly shocked. I sighed as I turned so I was facing her.

"I still do," I continued. "In fact, I never stopped. Mike tried to tell me that I would move on, but I never did. I knew I never would. You were everything to me, Y/N."

"Dave," she said, my name getting stuck in her throat. "I think we need to. . ."

"I miss you," I cut her off. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, wishing I could go back and fix everything I did. But I know I can't change what I did. Hopefully, you give me the chance to make up for all of it."

"What do you. . ."

Before she could finish her question, I leaned over and pressed my lips to hers. I felt her hesitate before sighing and starting to kiss me back. I smiled as the kiss quickly got heated. Before we could go too far, I broke the kiss and leaned my forehead against hers.

"I'm still in love with you," I confessed as we struggled to catch our breaths. "I never stopped loving you, Y/N. And if you give me a chance, I promise I will be better. I promise I will put you first."

I leaned back so I could try and read the expression on her face. She was nervously biting her bottom lip, her eyes studying me.

"Please, Y/N," I whispered. "Please, give me another chance."

I gasped as Y/N grabbed my face and pressed her lips to mine. I smiled as I instantly started kissing her back. Without breaking the kiss, I pulled her over so she was straddling my lap.

Y/N broke the kiss, gently rubbing her nose against mine. "You still love me?"

"I'm still madly in love with you, Y/N."

She giggled as she wrapped her arms around my neck. "I'm still madly in love with you, Dave."

We both chuckled as we pressed our lips back together and instantly started moving them eagerly in sync. Things were just starting to get too heated when we heard someone excitedly yell and run over. We broke the kiss and looked over to see Mike running towards us.

"I knew it!" He was yelling. "What did I tell you? I told you we could fix this! You're back together! Dave and Y/N sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

"Mike," I interrupted his singing. "Get lost."

"You got it."

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Getting The Girl Back–Dave Stangle

Part 2

Dave's POV

A year ago I was dating an amazing girl. She was funny, down-to-earth, hard-working, and made me a better man.

Until I screwed it up.

Y/N and I met when she moved to town senior year. That whole year, I was obsessed with her. Mike teased me relentlessly, but I didn't care. It was so bad I was basically stalking her. She played volleyball and was in theater. I went to all of her games and all of her shows.

When I went to college, I didn't think I'd ever see her again. So when I was walking through the cafeteria and saw her studying, I knew I had to go up to her. I went over to her and started talking. After meeting her every day that week for lunch, I finally asked her out on a real date. We dated for three years before I screwed it up and lost her.

A lot of people say my brother Mike and I are too close. But that's just how we grew up. We were inseparable, always joking around, and equally over-protective of our little sister, Jeanie.

I can't say that Y/N didn't have a good reason to break up with me. I stood her up on our third-year anniversary because my brother and I got drunk at the bar. The morning I tried to go over and apologize still replays in my head.

                                      ~•~

I held my breath, waiting for her to answer the door. The lock clicked and the door slowly opened. My heart sank into my stomach when Y/N stood in her doorway, her hair was thrown in a messy bun, she had on an oversized sweater, she had her glasses on instead of her contacts, and her eyes were red.

"Hey," I smiled. She folded her arms over her chest and leaned against the doorframe, purposefully avoiding my gaze.

"I know that I. . ."

"I don't really feel like talking to you right now, Dave."

"Please, just let me explain."

"Explain what?" She cut me off, finally looking up at me. "Explain how you stood me up on our third-year anniversary? Explain how you left me waiting like an idiot for you while you went drinking with your brother? Explain how you put your brother before your girlfriend again?"

"I don't put Mike before you," I mumbled.

"Yes, you do," she instantly corrected. "Dave, you have constantly put your brother before me. How many times have you canceled plans because your brother needed you? How many times did you run out because your brother texted you? Face it, Dave. Mike is the most important person in your life. No one will ever be able to compete with him."

"Y/N," I stuttered.

"I can't do this anymore," she said, her voice breaking.

"Wait," I said quickly. "Y/N, please."

"No," she said, her voice soft. "I'm sorry, Dave, but I can't handle being second place to my boyfriend's brother. I'm not asking you to cut him out of your life for me. Instead, I'm cutting myself out of your life."

"Y/N, no. . ."

"I'm sorry, Dave." Y/N's voice cracked as she slowly grabbed her front door, ready to slam it on my face.

"It's over."

                                      ~•~

After Y/N broke up with me, I wasn't the same. Mike tried to reassure me that I would find someone else and move on, but I knew I would never find anyone better for me than Y/N. I was in love with her.

Today, we were helping Jeanie and Eric narrow down the guest list. As I was helping rewrite the list, leaving off the crossed-off names, a certain name written in Jeanie's perfect handwriting caught my eye. My heart jumped into my throat.

Y/F/N Y/L/N

"You invited Y/N?" I asked softly.

"Of course," Jeanie said, not looking up from the invitation samples. She slowly looked up, glancing between our parents and me.

"Y/N introduced us," Eric said, oblivious to the sudden tension. Jeanie reached over and grabbed his hand. It took him a second before his eyes widened. "Oh," he said under his breath.

"Look," Jeanie sighed. "I know you and Y/N ended things on a bad note, but she's one of Eric's and my best friends. So, I'm sorry Davey, but she's coming."

                         * * * * *

Jeanie, Eric, and my parents left, going to test caterers while Mike and I stayed at home, cleaning up the unused invitations.

"You okay?" Mike asked.

"I'm fine," I mumbled.

"Dude," he laughed. "You should've seen your face when you saw Y/N's name. I thought you were going to pass out."

Mike cleared his throat when he saw me glaring at him. "Are you going to be okay with Y/N being at Jeanie's wedding?"

"No," I sighed as I slumped onto the couch. "Of course I'm not going to be okay. I haven't talked to her since the breakup."

"Didn't you text her a million times and leave her hundreds of voicemails, begging for her to call you back?"

"Of course I did," I said under my breath.

"How long has it been?" Mike asked, the tone in his voice changing.

"I haven't seen Y/N in over a year."

Mike sighed as he walked over and sat next to me. He studied me for a second before clearing his throat.

"You really loved her, huh?"

"Yeah," I said, my voice breaking. "I was madly in love with her."

"Was?"

"Still am," I corrected.

"Then tell her," he shrugged.

"What?" I scoffed.

"Yeah," Mike chuckled. "Look, Jeanie and Eric are insisting on inviting her to the wedding. Perfect! Use that to your advantage."

"What do you mean?"

"Dave, if Y/N comes to the wedding then use it. She's been avoiding you for a year, now she can't avoid you at the wedding."

"So, you're telling me to corner her and force her to talk to me?"

"No," Mike laughed. "I'm just saying you wanted to be in the same room with her and now, at Jeanie's wedding, you can be. You just need a plan."

"A plan?"

"Yeah," Mike shrugged. "We need to come up with a plan that gets Y/N to talk to you. It's too bad she isn't one of Jeanie's bridesmaids. Then she would literally have to walk down the aisle with you."

"I don't know," I hesitated. "Our plans usually end. . . Badly."

"We won't do anything dangerous," Mike tried to reassure. "Just what we need to do in order to get Y/N to talk to you."

"You really think we can get Y/N to talk to me?"

"Hell yeah, we can," he chuckled. I smirked as we raised our hands and did our signature high-five.

"Let's do it."

Part 2