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ipuckwithhockey · 4 years ago

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Always In Your Corner- Part 2

a/n: I probably should have mentioned this is gonna be a slow burn. Sorry if you were hoping this was gonna be a quick get together, you’ll just have to keep reading!

PART 1

Summary: You were happily engaged to your perfect boyfriend when everything came tumbling down on you. The person you turned to just so happened to be your long time friend, Boone Jenner. The ever loyal Boone is there to help you get back on your feet. Little did you know, Boone had been pining after you for all these years, he’s just not sure if you’ll ever feel the same way about him.

Warnings: mentions of cheating, swearing, anxiety and depression if you squint

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You’ve probably been sitting in your car outside of Boone’s building for an hour when there’s a knock at your window. It startles you and shakes you out of the deep dark place you had been in your head. You turn to see Boone’s face separated from yours by a pain of tinted glass. You moved to roll your window down, and that’s when Boone can see that you’ve been crying. His face softens when he gently asks you, “What happened?”

He doesn’t really have to ask, the full car and tear stained face are enough for him to know exactly what happened. You don’t even bother with answering his question because you’re afraid you’ll start crying again.

“I just- I just need somewhere to stay for a couple days, but I understand if you don’t even want to see me after what happened the other night..” You can’t help it, the tears are coming even if you don’t want them to.

“It’s cold out here, let’s get you inside.” His puppy-like eyes are soft as he answers matter of factly and you nod, rolling your window up, and cutting the ignition. You grab a small bag you had set aside with what you would need for a couple days. Ever the gentleman, Boone takes the bag from your hands and leads you up to his apartment.

You sit down on the couch and after an hour of silence you know the least that you could do is explain what actually happened earlier that day. You explain everything, and Boone is exactly how you thought he would be. He’s tender and sympathetic and he says all the right things. He holds you when you cry and eventually your exhausted body falls asleep. After about an hour Boone decides to slowly pick you up to move you to his bed.

He thought about just taking you to his guest room, but it didn’t feel right to leave you like this. The look of exhaustion was still clear on your swollen face. When he gets you tucked in, he leaves you to turn the kitchen lights off. Surprisingly you’ve managed to stay asleep through all the moving, so he decides to make a quick call to Josh. Josh is quick to pick up, “Hey man what’s up, you still coming out tonight?”

“No, uhh.. Y/N showed up at my place a couple hours ago. She broke up with Craig. Apparently the asshole has been sleeping with his secretary for like three fucking months.” Josh had expected a call confirming this evening’s plans, but now he could hear just how pissed Boone was, and with the information he was sharing Josh’s temper was also starting to flare up. Josh also didn’t know why Boone was whispering?

“What the fuck. Are you fucking serious? If you don’t kill him I will. And why the hell are you whispering? I can barely hear you man.”

“Sorry, Y/N’s asleep. She fell asleep crying. I told her she could stay here for a few days. I swear if I ever see that asshole again, I’m going to need someone to stop me from killing him.”

“Well, there is a bright side to all of this…” Boone has no clue what Josh is talking about. One of their best friends just got cheated on by her fiancé for christ sake!

“Booner, she’s going to be single... Meaning you can finally make your move!”

“Dude, she thought she was going to marry that asshole. She’s fucking depressed. I’m not going to go make a move on a girl who can barely say sentence without crying.”

“Well not RIGHT NOW. But eventually, before she finds some other douchebag you need to make your move!” Josh has a point. If there was ever going to be an opportunity for Boone to tell you how he felt, it was now. Well not RIGHT NOW, but maybe once you got back on your feet. The conversation doesn’t last much longer, and Boone finally makes his way back to his bed. He gently slides in, trying not to wake you, and realizes just how tiresome all of this has been for him.

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The next morning you wake up with Boone’s arms around you. His arms are so warm and comfortable, and it takes a minute for you to realize where you are, and who you’re with. Then yesterday’s events come flooding back to you. You try your best to slide out of Boone’s arms without waking him and head into the bathroom.

The girl who stares back at you in the mirror is dressed in the same pair of sweats you had put on when you left your apartment for the last time, but still, you didn’t recognize her. She’s sad and alone, and her face is red and swollen from hours of crying.

You find some mouth wash under Boone’s sink and rinse your face, but it does little to improve your emotional hangover. By the time you leave the bathroom Boone has gotten up. You hear movement in the kitchen and find him at the stove fixing breakfast. You hadn’t even realized how hungry you were until you smelt the bacon.

“Hey..” You weren’t sure what to say, a “good morning” didn’t seem appropriate. When Boone’s eyes meet yours, there’s a flick of the sadness you saw in your own just moment ago.

“Morning. I put some coffee on, and breakfast should be ready in a couple minutes.” He’s doing a better job at cutting the tension in the room and you’re grateful for it.

“Thanks. You didn’t have to do all of this”

“Hey, I told you I would always be in your corner and I meant it.” He places a plate of eggs and toast and bacon down in front of you and your stomach growls loud enough for both of you to hear. “Jesus. Kid, when was the last time you ate?” He’s making a joke, trying to keep it light for both of your sakes, but your response although true, is dampening on the mood,

“I guess I haven’t eaten since dinner the night before last… I didn’t get a chance to eat breakfast yesterday before everything happened…” You’re trying not to cry, and if it weren’t for Boone distracting you by letting you know exactly how he cooked the eggs you probably would have broken down again. Most of your meal is eaten in silence and then Boone lets you know he has morning skate. He says he can skip it but you insist that he goes. You tell him you need to start looking for a new place and whatnot. Before he leaves for practice he looks at you like he wants to say something,

“Yes?”

“I just- I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable last night. I just didn’t want to leave you in the guest room, alone, and then you had a nightmare and you were crying in your sleep and so i just kind of held you until we both fell back to sleep… I just didn’t really know what els-“

The vague memory of your nightmares popped up in your head. They had of course been about Craig. You remember seeing him and Chelsea standing together, happy, and taunting you. The failure of your relationship together wasn’t your fault, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t feel that way. You only slightly remember Boone pulling you into him, and really only that it felt better when he did. “B, you didn’t make me uncomfortable. And thank you. For everything. You don’t know how much this all of this means.”

He smiles back at you before slipping out the door

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It’s been over a week since that morning you woke up in Boone’s arms. You’ve stayed in his guest room every night since, but when you wake up with nightmares or when he hears you crying yourself to sleep he can’t help but knock on your door. Inevitably you fall asleep in his arms, and wake up with him wrapped around you.

If you weren’t so numb from everything going on around you, you might have felt the same butterflies that Boone felt every night when you held onto him like you never wanted to let go. You knew that you couldn’t rely on him as your safety blanket forever. The first couple days were rough and just about all you did was cry, but you went back to work after a few days it actually helped take your mind off of things.

Going back to work helped settle some of Boone’s nerves too. He was worried about you, and seeing you mope around crying for days was freaking him out. You were always sure of yourself and quick to bounce back, never getting hung up on things for too long. He had never seen you like this and he wasn’t sure of what else he could do. Work helped bring some normalcy back into both of your lives, and it made Boone feel a little less helpless.

Knowing you couldn’t just live with Boone forever you made yourself look at apartments and during your lunch break yesterday you signed the lease papers for your new place. It was a small one bedroom that was only a couple blocks from Boone.

Boone was glad you were getting back on your feet, but he could tell you were still broken inside, and he could see the sadness in your eyes every time they looked back at his. He wanted to fix it and he wanted to make you whole again, but he couldn’t. So instead he did everything he could to be there for you. He made sure you ate, and made sure you felt at home in his, and he even offered to help you move your stuff into your new place.

The only problem was that you didn’t have much to move. You didn’t even have any furniture. When you moved in with Craig you sold most of the furniture you had and when you left you didn’t have much interest in taking anything with memories of him. He never even called after you left. You weren’t sure if it was easier that way, or if it just confirmed that you had wasted three years of your life on a man who fell out of love with you. You also tried to keep your mind from wondering what would come of his relationship with Chelsea. Either way, you were trying to turn a new page, no matter how painful. You were trying your hardest to be that strong girl everyone knew you as.

That’s how you found yourself in the car with Boone on a Sunday afternoon, headed to a furniture store. He insisted that he would help you pick some stuff out for your new place, and you honestly had no idea why. Boone was your stereotypical hockey player, and it was all function over form. If it was comfortable it worked, and he definitely didn’t have much interest in interior decorating. Nevertheless, here you were parking in the lot of a furniture store.

You were right of course, Boone didn’t have much interest in furniture, but he always had an interest in anything that involved you. He wanted to help, and if this was helping then he was going to do it. You’re making your way into the store when a sales person tells you they’ll be around if you need anything. The first thing on your list is a bed. You at least needed somewhere to sleep.

“So. What kind of bed are you looking for?” Boone turns to you like you have a game plan, and while you probably should have one, you don’t. You know you need a bed and that’s about as far as you’d gotten.

“Well, I guess probably a full or queen? I don’t think the room is big enough for anything bigger, and it’s not like I’ll be sleeping with anyone.” As you navigate around the showroom, you tried to make a joke of that last bit but it just came out sounding sad, and neither one of you knew just what to say. You thought the bubbly sales lady walking towards you would help lighten the mood, but then she started talking...

“That’s a great option right there! It comes in a few different finishes too!” The woman who introduced herself as Carla is referring to a King sized, wood framed bed that sits in front of you and Boone. You hadn’t even been looking at it but Carla seemed intent that this was the bed for you.

“Oh, I don’t think I need a bed that big…” You’re trying your best to be polite but you hate sales people and your current state just wants you to find some furniture so you can go home and go back to bed.

“Well, if you’re sharing it with a large guy like him you may want the space. But something smaller would be cozy!!” Is she insinuating what you think she is? You look to Boone and his face is flushed, “We’re uh- we’re not together…” He says it like he’s sorry that she would make the assumption and the awkward tension in the showroom could be cut with a knife.

Luckily for you, Carla, ever the professional saleswoman has already moved on to her next sales pitch. She’s taken you over to a nice queen bed. It’s a fabric bed frame that’s a soft gray color. It’s pretty but simple with tufting across the headboard.

Carla convinces you to purchase the bed and gets you a pretty good discount on a couch and a chair for your living room. When you finally get home Boone decides to order take out for dinner and while you wait he convinces you to order the same type of mattress that he has. It is the most comfortable bed you’ve ever slept in so convincing you wasn’t all that hard. By the time your food arrives you’ve also ordered an Ikea dresser for your room and some bookshelves. You’re really thanking yourself for your big girl job and for being such a frugal saver, because restarting your life wasn’t cheap. Oh, and thank god Ikea existed.

Boone sat next to you at the island as you perused various furniture websites. He was glad you were going to be getting into your new place but he was going to miss you. He was also leaving on a road trip in the morning and wouldn’t be back for a week. He couldn’t help but worry about you on your own. You still slept together nearly every night, and when you didn’t he was pretty sure you just laid awake all night. He was right. Your sleep schedule was fucked. When you did feel like sleeping it was during the day when you were at work, but at night your mind would betray you with thoughts of your failed relationship.

You did mentally thank yourself for not getting around to sending the save the dates, but you did still have to cancel the venue and the flowers that you had already ordered. The dress you had your eye on thankfully hadn’t been purchased yet, and your mom had taken the initiative to start calling people to tell them what had happened. Normally you would insist on doing everything yourself but nothing sounded worse right now than calling vendors to cancel your orders. Your mom was happy to do it for you and at least you didn’t have that weighing on you. You were however getting nervous about Boone leaving for a road trip.

He had become your sense of safety since you left Craig. You didn’t want to admit that you might need him so when Boone asked if you would be okay on your own over the next week you gave him your best smile and said you would be fine. You’d have to do this on your own eventually

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dramaticironyoflife · 5 years ago

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Baby Bird (Fly Home) - Chapter 8: Baby Bird, On Your Own

Chapter 8

Summary:

This is literally the whole chapter:

Patton sees new kiddo. New kiddo is sad and tiny. Patton dads hard. That's it. You can go now.

Notes:

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The silence that hit the room was uncomfortable. Virgil waited, holding his breath. This had been a dumb idea, he thought to himself, Patton was going to take Logan, or report them. The man was kind but Virgil had done something ridiculous! This was such a poorly thought out idea and he didn’t even have a back up plan! He should’ve been prepared to fight, to run, at least to hide! But no! He’d called Patton here like an idiot and-

“Hey, Kiddo,” Patton whispered, slowly shuffling forward. Logan stared at him, tense and unmoving. Patton didn’t stop until his knees gently bumped Virgil’s legs. Logan seemed to shrink into Virgil as the man got closer. Virgil’s voice rumbled next to his ear, vibrating his chest. “He’s sick.” He explained, “I wouldn’t have called but he’s been throwing up and I’m not sure what’s wrong.” A note of panic slipped into the teen’s voice and Patton cast a worried glance towards him. He tentatively reached towards the younger boy. Logan pushed back at the same moment that Virgil urged him forward. He realized he was being ridiculous; Virgil obviously trusted this man. When the soft palm came to rest against his forehead, he tried not to flinch. Patton smoothed his hair back and smiled warmly. “How are you feeling?” He asked. He kept himself open, unthreatening and careful. Logan blinked at him, “I am not feeling especially well. However, I have tried to reassure Virgil that I have contracted nothing more serious than the flu. I expect to be fully recovered, at most, in the next few days.” Patton’s eyebrows rose at the plethora of words that spewed forth from the tiny intellectual. A smile danced across his features and Logan wondered how someone could look so sunny. “I’d say you’ve probably got it right.” The landlord agreed. Virgil breathed a sigh of relief and let his shoulders sag. Thank goodness Logan was going to be alright. The boy had always had poorer health than Virgil. He hadn’t been aware of how poor until they had entered the foster system. According to one school nurse, Logan had come down with more flus, stomach aches, colds, migraines, and nose bleeds than any other student. It had always followed the same routine, too. When they were little, Logan would isolate himself, hiding from Virgil to keep him from getting sick. In school, that didn’t change. It usually wasn’t until Virgil got home that he learned that Logan had visited the nurse, sent by a sympathetic teacher. Even sick, Logan was stubborn beyond belief. He had fought being sent home with passion. School was the first freedom he was granted, and knowledge was the source of his power. He was small, sickly, and weak physically but his mind, oh that mind. It was like a sponge, it soaked up knowledge and stored it. Grades became his score board in the game of life and he was winning. His teachers said he had trouble making friends, his social workers told him that he needed to socialize, but Virgil told him he was proud and that was all that really mattered. He vowed to always learn after that, and to learn the truth. Others called him a nerd but that was fine, he could fire off facts faster than bullets. “Sorry to bother you, Pat.” Virgil glanced down as Logan shifted himself to be more comfortable. Apparently, he had no intentions of vacating his perch. Patton smiled and stood, moving to the bed and untangling the sheets. “I’m glad you called me, Virgil. I must admit, though, I’m a tad confused as to when you got a brother.” Logan looked confused. “When he was four.” He stated. Patton paused, glancing at them. “And…how old are you, Logan?” Logan squinted at the man and pressed his lips into a hard line. He wasn’t going to break that easily. Virgil had tensed behind him. Patton sighed and turned to face them. “Virge, I’ve known for a while that you aren’t eighteen.” The teen hunched in on himself and bundled Logan closer. “Yeah?” He growled, defensively, “What are you gonna do about it?” “I’m going to invite you and Logan to come to my apartment and tell me everything.” “…what?” The offer was the last thing Virgil had expected to hear and his confusion was evident on his face. Patton rose and began to flip lights off. “Come on, we can take care of Logan better in my apartment.” It wasn’t a question and warning bells went off in Logan’s mind. Virgil didn’t move. Unphased by the lack of cooperation, Patton reached down and plucked Logan’s backpack off the ground, holding it out. “Put some cloths and whatnot in here. I’ll wait for you.” Virgil finally rose. Patton held their place of living as well as their fate. Resisting him seemed like a bad idea. Yeah, he would probably report them, but Virgil had run once, and he could do it again. He was nearly seventeen and, come his eighteenth birthday, he could take custody of Logan and ensure that no one would separate them again. Still, that was over a year away and listening to Patton became a necessary evil. Logan stood as Virgil wrapped a blanket around his thin shoulders. The boy stood there, gripping the material as it slid down off one of his shoulders and pooled at his feet. His wide eyes followed Virgil’s grim face as his brother shoved some items into the backpack. Finally, he shuffled forward and reached out, gripping the material of Virgil’s hoodie securely in his slender fingers. Virgil paused, glancing over his shoulder and offered a tight smile. His eyes flashed a protective light and Logan let himself relax a little. Virgil wasn’t giving up; he was determined to protect Logan no matter what. Patton stood at the door, holding it open. The three moved out into the night, pausing only to let Patton lock the door with his master key. They moved to the elevator in silence. Patton looked serious and thoughtful, making Virgil nervous. The mere moments they spent in the enclosed space were enough to cause Virgil’s breath to speed up. Patton’s head swiveled in his direction, his eyes softening. “Breath, Virgil.” He reminded him gently. Virgil focused on his breathing, but it did nothing to stop his thudding heart. They reached the bottom floor and Patton led them to a sky-blue door with two gold zeros on the front of it. He unlocked the door and pushed it open, ushering them inside. The clean space was pleasing to look over. The carpet was a soft white and the curtains had cream colored flowers scattered across them. A light blue sofa was against one wall and the kitchen peered into the living room over a granite bar counter. The cupboards were warm brown and gave the room a home-like feeling. The walls were littered with pictures. Some were sketches, others photographs, and some were cut outs from newspapers and magazines. A vintage desk sat near the door with papers stacked neatly upon it in various piles. The television rested opposite the sofa. Directing them to the long piece of furniture, Patton moved to the kitchen and bustled about for a few minutes. Virgil and Logan glanced at one another. They could run. Right then, they could dart out and be gone. Virgil had put his wallet in Logan’s backpack so they would have some money. Then again, Patton knew where Virgil worked. He knew the places he frequented. The man would be able to find them and, if he didn’t, he would notify the police. Besides, Logan was sick, and Virgil wasn’t going to hurt him or risk him getting worse. Logan read his expressions and sagged a little. He was willing to do whatever Virgil wanted but he also felt miserable. Between his throbbing head, tender stomach, and anxiety ridden heart, he considered himself in less than ideal conditions to be running anywhere. Patton returned, holding a box of crackers, a can of ginger ale and a package of Oreo cookies. The box and drink he handed to Logan before settling next to Virgil and opening the cookies. “Okay,” he breathed, patting one leg for emphasis, “story time!”

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The next chapter....heheheheheheheheheheheheHEHEHEHEHEHE

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fanfictionandmore · 5 years ago

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Stitches | Edward Scissorhands [Two Shot]

Cinnamon's POV:

"Are you excited to move into our new home?" My adoptive mom asked me curiously as we pulled into our new neighborhood. "I guess." I replied, shrugging my shoulders. The houses that lined the street weren't the ones I was use to. Most of the houses I've seen in my life were either white or made out of red bricks, but these... these were painted all different colors.

One was mint green, another one was pastel pink, and there was a powder blue one as well. 'This place is strange, but... I kinda like it.' I thought inside of my head as my adoptive dad drove slowly down the street. Eventually we ended up parking in the driveway of a lavender purple colored home, which made me smile a little. Lavender and purples have always been some of my favorite colors. "Alright, let's get everything inside before it gets too dark." Larry, my adoptive dad said before he un-buckled and opened the driver's door.

My adoptive mom, Jamie followed him. I was the last to get out of the car. I took in my surroundings as I did so, and I couldn't help but notice that some of our neighbors were looking out of their windows. The sound of kids playing in near by back yards filled my ears as well as some singing birds. Then I looked down the street and saw a large black castle sitting at the top of a large hill. "Wow. I bet they have a nice view from up there." I said quietly under my breath.

I shoved my curiosity to the back of my mind before grabbing some stuff and headed inside with my things. After we got everything in the house I went to my brand new bedroom where I'd probably be spending most of my time. Larry ended up helping me set my bed up and everything before he moved on to the rest of the house with Jamie. Once I was left alone I made my bed and started organizing everything that needed organizing. Suddenly the sound of our doorbell interrupted the tranquil silence that had settled in.

I sort of figured it was one of our neighbors welcoming us into the neighborhood, so I didn't even bother leaving my room. People kept coming and coming with hot food, cookies, welcoming gifts, etc. It was really nice of them to be so kind but I knew that most of it was because they were being nosey. They wanted to know who were were and how we act... what kind of people we were. It happens every single time we've moved somewhere.

In a way it was kinda old and slightly annoying. I pressed my thoughts to the back of my mind and just tried focusing on getting my room decorated. 'I'll need a new bookshelf... and a desk.' I said inside of my head as I finished putting my clothes into my closet. That was really the only thing I could unpack. We left and sold all the old furniture with the last house we lived in.

I really liked that house and that neighborhood, but school was brutal there. Everyone always picked on me because of my name, apparently having someone named Cinnamon is too gypsy-ish or hipster. But it wasn't just because of my name. I also got bullied for the clothes I wear, music I listen to, and books I read. Someone even made fun of the art I do, because it was too different.

It's like if you're different then people immediately attack you because of it, because they don't understand it. 'Come on, Cinnamon. Don't think about all of that negative stuff. You're getting a new start and that's all that matters.' I said inside of my head as I laid down on my new bed. 'I really hope things will be different here.' I thought as I stared up at my ceiling fan. A few minutes passed and I glanced out of my bedroom window. The sun was still out even though it was setting. It looked so beautiful out, so I decided to go for a walk.

"Jamie, Larry!" I said as I walked into the kitchen. Both of them were unpacking the dishes and putting them in cupboards. "Yes?" Larry asked me. Even though they've been my legal guardians for two years, I still wasn't able to call them mom and dad. The memory of losing my biological parents was still too fresh in my mind to move on just yet, and they seemed to understand. They were truly the kindest people I've ever met and appreciated them dearly; I appreciate them more than they'll ever understand.

"It's really nice outside, and I thought I'd just go out for a little walk." I said. "That's fine, just don't be out too late." Jamie said. "I won't. I promise." I said with a small smile before I left the kitchen and headed out the front door. As I walked out into the sidewalk I could still hear kids playing. There was a faint lawnmower running as well, and the refreshing scent of freshly cut grass filled my lungs. 'Thank god it's summer.' I thought inside of my head as I walked down the street on the sidewalk.

It was only the last part of May, so I had a good long while until school started back up. This year I was going into my senior year of high school. One more year and I'd be able to chose which college to go. I pressed my thoughts to the back of my mind as I walked onward, and just enjoyed the lovely weather. Eventually I reached the end of the road. The black top completely stopped at an open rusty gate that was falling apart.

Half of the bars in the gate were bent or broken from years of neglect and weathering. A dirt driveway lead all the way up to that castle I spotted earlier, and I wondered if anyone loved up there. "You don't wanna go up there." A young kid's voice said. I turned around to find a boy that looked about six or seven. He was a on a bright red bicycle with black racing stripes.

"Why? Someone unfriendly live up there?" I asked him curiously. "No, but it's haunted. It has been for years, according to my bigger brother." He said with a serious look on his round boyish face. "How does your brother know it's haunted? Has been up there himself?" I replied with furrowed brows. "I don't think so. He said his friend Henry went up there last Halloween and he saw a ghost up there." He said.

He welcomed me to the neighborhood and told me to have a good day before he sped off up the street. I turned back towards the rusty gate and figured his older brother's friend just scared himself. It wasn't because I didn't believe in ghosts, it's because I wasn't getting any bad vibes from the castle at the top of the hill. Maybe I didn't feel anything due to how far I was from the place, but I highly doubted it. The more I thought about it, the more I was intrigued.

I found myself wanting to know if it really was haunted or not. I took my phone out of my pocket and checked the time. 5:30pm read on the center of my screen, and I figured I could go up and take a quick look around. I walked off of the black top and onto the dirt driveway that dad to the castle above. As I got closer the steeper the driveway got, and I suddenly wished I would have taken the car. But it was good exercise.

Everything was grown up and it looked as if no one had been here for years, maybe even decades. Sweat broke out on my brow and I wiped it away as I reached an easier patch of path. In front of me rose another rusty gate, but this one wasn't bent or falling down like the one before. It looked like it was in just as bad shape, but still intact and overgrown with vines. I gently pushed it open with my foot in case there was any poison ivy hiding in the vines.

The gate slowly swung open with a groan before I walked through it. I audibly gasped when I looked around at my new surroundings. The dark, decrepit castle was blocked in by a stone wall, and it seemed to keep the overgrown vines and whatnot out. The grass was neatly trimmed and beautiful flowers grew almost everywhere. Shrubs and large bushes had been trimmed and cut to take the shape of many different animals and mythical creatures.

It was like I had fallen down the rabbit hole and ended up in Wonderland. I felt as if I was in a literal dream, but I knew I wasn't sleeping. After I had fully digested the information my eyes were feeding my brain, I turned my attention to the blackened castle in front of me. The structure was a complete contrast to what was surrounding it. My eye caught movement in an window that was at the top of the castle.

I wondered if it was the lighting playing a trick on my eyes, but I definitely knew I had saw someone or something. "Hello? I'm sorry if I'm trespassing. I didn't know anyone loved here." I said loudly, but no one replied. I stood there for a few minutes before deciding to go back home, but the sound of a door opening and footsteps stopped me. When I turned towards the sound my stomach filled with anxiety and fear. A man in a black leather outfit was walking towards me with what looked like knives for hands.

I knew he wasn't holding weapons, because there's no way a human hand can hold several knives in one hand. "I... I'll... um..." I said, swallowing thickly. "I'll be... be going then. I didn't mean to disturb you." I said nervously as I backed up slowly. "Don't go. I... I won't hurt you." The soft voice that came out of his mouth was almost shocking. It wasn't intimidating at all, it was... honestly it was cute.

The innocent and shy look on his face made me go soft, and I stopped trying to plan my escape. He looked like a lost puppy just trying to find a friend, and it pulled at my heartstrings. "Who are you, and... and why do you have... scissors for hands?" I asked him after a long moment of silence. Now that he was closer I did notice that his hands were made out of scissors instead of knives. I had a feeling he was dressed head to toe in leather, so he wouldn't hurt or kill himself with the blades on his hands.

"I'm Edward. I'm not finished." He replied shyly. "Hi, Edward. My name is Cinnamon." I replied as I slowly walked towards him. "Cinnamon?" He asked. "Yeah, it's technically the name of a spice but my parents named me after it I guess." I replied with a slight laugh. Now that I was even closer to him I noticed how pale he was and the many scars on his face. His lips looked kinda purple-ish; his bottom lip had a scar as well.

The jet black hair on top of his head was messy and stuck out at odd angles. "It sounds pretty, I like it." He said, which made me smile and he smiled too. Suddenly I realized that it was getting late, and I wished it wasn't going on six thirty already. I just met someone who was interesting and different. I had so many questions that I wanted to ask him.

"Edward, it's getting kinda late and I have to be home for dinner. But... I promise I'll be back again tomorrow. Would you like it if I came and visited you tomorrow?" I said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled around us. "Yes." He replied with an excited look in his chocolate brown eyes. "Good. I'll see you tomorrow then." I said with a smile. I was so glad he wanted to see me again as much as I wanted to see him. "See you tomorrow, Cinnamon." He replied.

I waved him goodbye before I made my way back home. Deep down I was feeling kinda sad for leaving Edward up there, but I knew it was for the best. If he came down here with those scissorshands of his, he'd send everyone in a panic. I walked into the house and quickly washed my hands before I joined my parents in the kitchen. "Did you have a nice walk?" Larry asked me curiously.

"Yeah, it was great." I replied with a small smile. "Good." He replied with a bright smile on his face. The three of us had to eat on the kitchen floor, because we didn't have a kitchen table yet. So after we finished eating we made a list of the many furniture items we needed to pick up tomorrow. After we talked for a little while I ended up going into my room. I read a bit of the current book I was reading before getting ready for bed.

I changed into my pajamas and climbed into my new and comfortable bed. It took me a while to actually fall asleep, but when I did all I could dream about was Edward.

The next morning I woke up to the sound of chirping birds. After I stretched and rubbed the sleep from my eyes I got out of bed. I used the bathroom and got ready for the day. I slipped on a Black Veil Brides t-shirt, a pair of ripped black jeans, and my black and white converse. Then I went downstairs to eat breakfast on the kitchen floor with Larry and Jamie.

"Do you wanna come to town with us and help us buy some furniture?" Larry asked me curiously as he helped Jamie wash the dishes. "Actually, I wanted to explore the neighborhood a bit more. I hope you guys don't mind." I replied, hoping they didn't. I really wanted to spend most of the day with Edward. "That's fine, just be careful and don't get into any trouble." Jamie said, and Larry agreed. "I will and I promise that I won't. Thanks." I replied with a small smile. They smiled as well.

They knew I wasn't a trouble child, even if I am emo/goth. People like me always get a bad reputation just because of the way we dress and the music we listen too. It sounds like a cliche, but it's true when people say that normal people don't really understand us. After they finished washing the dishes they got ready to leave and I told them goodbye. I waited a few minutes after their vehicle was completely out of sight. I didn't want them turning around and coming back if they forgot something.

Having them catch me going up to that castle would probably get me grounded. So when I decided that it was safe I grabbed my house keys and locked the door behind me before leaving. The sound of lawn mowers, music, and kids playing filled my ears as soon as I stepped outside. The weather was gorgeous. It really was a great excuse to be out and about on a day like this.

I shoved my thoughts to the back of my mind as I walked down the street. A couple of neighbors said their hellos as I passed their houses, and I said hello back. 'I hope they don't see where I'm going. They'll tell my adoptive parents and I'll get grounded.' I thought inside of my head, which gave me a little bit of anxiety. As I approached the broken and fallen gate I made sure no one was watching me before I stepped through it. Sweat broke out on my brow once again during my walk up to the castle, but I didn't mind.

It was good exercise and it was totally worth it to see Edward again. When I reached the second gate I had to push it open just like before, because I closed it when I left last night. My surroundings were just as beautiful as they were before, and I couldn't help but feel a bit magical. This entire property seemed to exude good energy. I walked towards the castle door and found that it was closed, but not locked.

I knocked before I opened the door and announced my presence. The inside of the structure looked dull and gray; the exact opposite of what laid outside. A thick layer of dust slept heavily on sheet draped furniture and steal machinery. Cobwebs laced together many gaps and small spaces. There wasn't any doubt that whomever use to love here no longer did, and I wondered if they had left Edward behind.

As I closed the door behind me I could hear footsteps upstairs. Edward came down a flight of stairs that was right in the middle of the foyer. He looked the same as he did last night, but his hair some how looked wilder. "Cinnamon, you came." He said with a happy and excited look on his face. "Of course I did. I promised you that I would." I replied as I walked towards him.

I got the urge to hug him, but I was hesitant due to the sharp blades that were his hands. "Can... can I hug you?" I asked him curiously. He nodded shyly and I gently grasped each of his arms to wrap around my body before I wrapped my arms around him. The black leather outfit he was wearing was rough, yet smooth in some places. The metal buckles and whatnot felt cold to the touch on my warm skin, but I didn't mind.

To my surprise he gently tightened his arms around me and I did the same to him. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the closeness he and I shared. It felt like our souls had intertwined and it was the most comforting sensations I've ever felt. We gently broke the hug and he lead me upstairs where a gaping hole was in the ceiling. I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to have cause that, but I figured the long years of neglect was the cause.

"Do you live here alone?" I asked him curiously as he and I took a seat on a creaky little bead I figured was his. He said he did, and I proceeded to ask him the many questions that swam around in my brain. He answered every single one of them the best he could. His father had died before he could give him proper hands, but he just said that his father didn't wake up one day. It was such an innocent way to describe the death of a loved one, and I figured that death didn't exist in his mind; he didn't understand the concept of death.

Then he described how he was found up here in a way kind how I found him. But the woman that found him ended up taking him down into the neighborhood. The family that took him in was nice and kind to him and so where the neighbors. That changed when the girl he fell in love with asked him to break into her boyfriend's house; he ended up getting caught and thrown in jail over night. Then it was like everyone turned on him... everyone except for Kim and her family.

When he finished telling all of this I was crying. My heart ached for him, and I wished there was some way for me to make everything better... to make him feel better. "Oh, Edward. I'm so sorry." I said as I placed a hand on his shoulder blade and gently rubbed his back. "It's okay. I never really expected Kim to come and visit me after that night. Our goodbye felt way too permanent." He replied with slumped shoulders.

He was looking down at his laced blades, and my heart hurt for him. "Well... I promise to come and visit you as much as I can." I said as I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and sort of gave him a side hug. "Really?" He asked me curiously. "Absolutely." I replied, and a big smile spread across his handsome face. Since he was feeling a little better I suggested that we go outside and enjoy the nice weather. He went around trimming some of the bushes and shrubs and I admired his technique.

He was truly a gifted and creative man. It was sad knowing that virtually no one else would have the opportunity to witness his art. When he was finished we laid down in the soft green grass and watched the white clouds floating by. I was snuggled into his side with his arm underneath my head. He moved one of his blades and it nicked my arm, which made me gasp.

I sat up and looked at the cut, which was nothing but a little scratch. "Did I cut you?" He asked with a panicked look in his chocolate brown eyes. "It's just a little scratch. It's okay." I replied as I used my shirt to wipe the blood off of my arm. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." Edward said, trying to make himself as small as possible. He looked sad and scared. "It's okay." I said softly as I tried to comfort him.

I left a gentle kiss on his warm cheek before I wrapped my arms around him and held him close. I felt so bad for him. It was probably so frustrating and hard to be so afraid of hurting the ones you love and care about. Edward finally relaxed and we went back to having fun. We had such a good time together I forgot I skipped lunch. Eventually I had to go back home though, because I didn't want my parents worrying about me.

We said our goodbyes and he apologized for the little scratch he had given me once more. We hugged goodbye before I walked back down to my house. When I got there my parents were putting together some furniture in the living room. "Hey, did you have a nice day?" Jamie asked me curiously. "Yeah, I didn't actually. Thanks for asking." I replied before I went to the bathroom. I used the toilet before cleaning and putting a band aid on the scratch Edward accidentally gave me.

Then I went out into the living room to help Larry and Jamie put together the furniture. "What happened? Did you hurt yourself?" Jamie asked me curiously, and I knew she noticed the band aid that was on my arm. "I got into a fight with a thorn bush." I replied, which made Larry chuckle. "Well, at least you didn't get scraped anymore than you did." He said with a small smile on his face. The rest of my day was filled with furniture building, and I wondered what Edward was up to now that I wasn't around.

I couldn't help but feel bad knowing the he's probably just sitting around up there bored out of his mind. After we ate dinner Larry helped me out together my book shelf and a small little desk for my room. When we were finished I grabbed my book and sat down on the bed to read. My life was way different now, and I wondered what was going to come of my friendship with Edward.

*****

The past couple of months I've been sneaking off to see Edward at all hours of the day and night. Occasionally I'd food and water up with me Just so I could stay longer. Not to mention the fact he always looked so hungry and malnourished. I wasn't entirely sure if he was human or not, but he could feel emotions so he had to be at least a little human. The only thing I was worried about was getting caught.

If Jamie or Larry spotted me leaving the house in the middle of the night I'd be grounded for life. But right now all of my worried was elsewhere, because I was with Edward. We were laying in the grass looking up at the night sky. The moon was bright and full; the stars sparkled in the inky blackness above. "I love being with you, Edward. I wish we could live together so we could see each other more often." I said, breaking the silence.

"So do I, but we can't. I can't go down there and you have a family to think about." He said. We cuddled and he was so extra careful not to hurt me in any way, which was so sweet and cute. Sadly I eventually had to say goodnight to him and go back home. He left a gentle kiss on my cheek and I did the same to him before I went back down the hill. I felt so happy, but my mood instantly changed when I walked into the house.

The living room light switched on, and my adoptive parents were standing there in their pajamas. "Cinnamon, we need to talk. Have a seat." Larry said, pointing to the couch. I slowly walked over to the couch and sat down. I kinda already knew what they were going to tell me, and it made me feel a little sad. There was no way I was getting out of this without getting grounded, which meant I wouldn't be able to see Edward as much anymore.

"We know you've been sneaking out each night." Jamie said. "We just wanna know where you've been going." Larry said. Both of them looked worried and scared. I sort of figured they might think I was out taking drugs or defacing public property. "I've been going to that castle at the end of the street on top of the the hill." I replied after a few moments of silence. "Why have you been going up there?" Jamie asked me curiously with wide eyes. We sat there and looked at each other for a while before I came up with a solution.

"I'll show you why tomorrow. It's better if I show you, because if I tell you you might think I'm crazy." I said, and they looked at each other with an uncertain look in their eyes. They agreed to go up to the castle with me tomorrow tomorrow, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I was worried that they'd be close minded and shut down everything I said, but they didn't. We said goodnight to each other and I went into my room to change into my pajamas. Before climbing into bed I set my alarm clock so I'd be up bright and early.

I fell into a restless sleep, but it wasn't surprising. I was jolted awake from the sound of my alarm clock, and I stretched before rubbing the sleep from my eyes. After I got out of bed I used the bathroom and then got dressed. I put on a Twenty One Pilot t-shirt and a pair of ripped black jeans before putting on yellow converse. Then I went into the kitchen to make the three of us breakfast.

Shortly Jamie and Larry came into the kitchen and we ate silently. "Are you ready to go see why I've been sneaking off at night?" I asked them once we were finished eating. They said they were even though they looked nervous and worried. Instead of taking the car I insisted that we walked instead. I didn't wanna frighten Edward. "This hill is steeper than it looks." Larry said, and Jamie agreed.

I didn't have any trouble with it now, because I had gotten use to walking up the hill every day. I pushed the gate open and lead them into the beautiful flower garden that I have grown to love. Their eyes widened as they took in their surroundings. "It's so beautiful." Jamie said, breaking the silence. "This isn't the only reason I've been coming up here." I said. I told them to wait outside, and I quickly popped into the castle to call for Edward.

He came hurrying towards me from upstairs and we held each other in a tight embrace. "Edward, I brought my adoptive parents up to meet you." I said, and he seemed a little nervous. "It's okay, they're really nice. I think you'll really like them." I said. I turned around and walked back outside first. "This is why I've been coming up here to spend my time. Don't worry, he's really sweet and gentle. He won't hurt any of us." I said to my parents who looked nervous as well.

Jamie gasped when Edward came out of the castle behind me. They were in awe of what they were seeing, but they didn't seem afraid. I introduced them to each other and the nervousness in the air seemed to disappear. It was like Edward was a part of our family all along. We spent the majority of the morning with Edward in his beautiful garden. Edward needed stitches and we just happened to be the thread to put him back together.

THE END

++++++++++++++++++++++++ A/N: Thanks for reading!!

#johnny depp #edward scissorhands #tim burton #fanfiction #fantasy #romance #love #love story #two shot #cute #fluff #oc

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Make You Miss Me. (3/4)

Soon enough the weeks were turning into months and Amanda still hadn’t left the small town of Charming. She was still sleeping in her old bedroom at her mums place, she’d never gotten around to collecting her furniture or her precious books from the house she had made a home with Tom. She occasionally wondered if he had thrown all her stuff out, or set them on fire as a way to further hurt her. When she felt herself thinking about him, she’d have to take a deep breath before her feelings took over and she became tempted to call him. It didn’t matter that she was still connected to Cillian, she’d been connected and apart of Tom’s life for so long, it was hard to remember how to exist with out him. She couldn’t say it to anyone, she didn’t want to admit that some part of her secretly yearned for him in the late hours when she was alone, but she had found Cillian to be a welcome distraction and the one thing she had made clear, she was NOT his ticket to club information.

As time had carried on, other things unrelated to her were changing. Ryan, had finally asked Sarah to marry him and of course, without even a hiccup Sarah had said yes. Amanda couldn’t have been anymore happier for her friends. These two had been destined together from the get go, they were as strong as ever and nothing could ever ruin the foundation they had built with each other. Even though Amanda was happy for them, she couldn’t help the unease in her stomach as she had received the engagement party invitation… it was to be held at the clubhouse. She sat down heavily in her chair to scan over the details. Could she do this? Could she face him after all this time? Did she look better or worse since he last saw her? She groaned and without much more hesitation, she sent her rsvp to Sarah.

She was going to have to go shopping. She needed to look like she was winning this break up. Even though she knew, deep down, she may have been loosing.

—

Amanda stood in front of her bedroom mirror and took one final look at her appearance, going over each and every detail. She had had her hair styled into an up do, leaving her neck and shoulders exposed as the sleeves of her dress begun just underneath her shoulders. She’d chosen a nice plum coloured stress and even added some heels to the mix. She was going to do this, she was going to support her friends and let them know she bloody loved them and missed them terribly. Besides, tonight she had some news of her own to deliver to Sarah.

“You’ll be fine love,” Amanda looked over at her ma, “i know you know what he’s been up to ma, just know I’m glad you never told me.” They settled to a spare spot outside the lot, she felt her ma grab her hand, “I raised you to be strong and independent, he was a stupid boy but you are here for Sarah and Ryan. You’re moving on, be proud of that.” Nodding, she took a deep breath and stepped out of the car as gracefully as she could, smiling as her ma linked arms with her. All the memories she had shared at this place started coming to her and she realised she had missed being here, this place had been such an important place to her. God… how could he have destroyed them? Their lives?

She tried really fucking hard to ignore the stares and whispering that was happening. A few of the guys gave her slight nods and she smiled back, but it wasn’t the same. Too much time had passed and she knew he was President now. He was the king, everything he had worked for had finally happened for him, but before she could scan the crowd for her, Sarah crashed into her, hugging her tightly. “Congratulations, it’s about bloody time,” she laughed to her friend, hugging her just as tight. The two parted and she couldn’t help but hug Ryan also, “don’t ever hurt her, because they’ll never find you.” She whispered to him, feeling his chest vibrate as he chuckled, “don’t worry, I can barely function without her. I’m never going to mistreat her.”

The night carried on and Amanda found herself standing in a group with Kozik and a few other outer charter guys, simply shooting the shit, things felt normal and she was enjoying herself. But then she felt it, she felt someone staring at her and she couldn’t tell who it was. Turning her head, she caught his eye and the two ended up just starring at each other, not hearing what was happening around them despite him being a few feet from her still. Her expression was blank, she wasn’t going to give anything away. He had changed, he was more built, more solid than she remembered and his beard was in full swing, but the President patch didn’t go unnoticed ether. Their eyes didn’t stray, not until she felt her phone vibrate in her hand.

“I’m on my way. C.”

She looked back up from the message, saw that Tom was still watching her and finally she sighed before simply shrugging at him. Turning on her heel, she said goodnight to those she was talking to and made her way through everyone to find Sarah, she needed to tell her something important. But as she walked away, she felt relieved, because her and Tom would never be anything again. She no longer felt that magnetic pull towards him, and that sealed the deal for her. They were really over.

“Sarah, can I have a minute?” The two moved to somewhere more quiet, “I want you to know I’m so happy for you,” gosh, how was she supposed to tell her only true friend in the world what she was doing. Looking at her friend, she gave a one armed shrug, “I’m leaving Charming… tonight.” She felt tears starting and laughed softly, “I’m probably making the biggest mistake, but I have to go. This place just isn’t the same for me now.” She hugged her friend tightly once again, “keep me updated on everything. Once I’m settled, I’ll explain it to you. Don’t walk me out, stay and enjoy your night, okay? Go and get stoned with your man.”

Stepping outside, it suddenly felt like the last weight of her troubles was finally coming off her shoulders. So much so that she started grinning to herself, “red, where you going?” She made a stop motion with her hand to Ryan, “I’m moving forward, finally.” Ryan frowned, “stay safe.” Ryan knew Tom was near by with a blonde and a brunette hanging off him, each fighting for the title of Old Lady but he knew Amanda hadn’t seen. He watched as she walked to the end of the lot and he was surprised to see who had pulled up to collect her.

Getting to the car, she gave Cillian a small smile as he got out to open her door, “are you ready love?” he asked as he helped her in, she nodded, “yeah, you still want me to come?” She waited until he was seated in the drivers seat to receive his answer, “I wouldn’t have organised it all back home for you if I didn’t want you with me.”

—-

All she could feel was a nervous energy racing through her body as the plane landed in Belfast, Ireland. Cillian held her hand tightly as they made their way through the airport, his men grabbing their belongings as he ushered her into a car. Her eyes were wide with wonder, trying to take it all in at once. Despite the nerves and excitement, she couldn’t help but begin to question if she really had made the right choice to leave with him. Of course she had wanted out, was sick of living a half life because she couldn’t bare to see Tom or anyone from the club around town, but was moving across the world with a man with ties to that club the best idea? He squeezed her hand and she looked at him, well, if it all went wrong, she could always build herself back up for the second time right?

After a nice, soothing warm shower, Amanda got into some comfortable clothes and began looking around Cillian’s apartment, waiting for him to join her. They needed to have a conversation, one she had had with herself in the shower. She was scanning his bookshelf as he entered the living room with food. “Before we eat, I think we need to draw some lines.” He nodded, telling her to continue, “I need to live separately from you. I can’t get sucked into whatever you’re doing when I’m trying to rebuild myself.” She ran a hand over her face, “I dunno if this even sounds right, I like being with you and whatnot, but I want to remember and find me…” He gave her a grin that could melt her, “you set the pace, I’m just happy that you agreed to join me. And while we are on the subject of sorting ourselves out, I got you a job interview.” He held up his hands before she could but in, “just an interview, you’ll have to win them over, told you I wouldn’t overstep the bounds. Trust me.”

—-

Trust him… well thats exactly what she did. She waited days, weeks and soon months for this all to blow up in her face. For the heartbreak and betrayal to format her full force but it didn’t. Cillian allowed her to rebuild in the ways she needed, gave her the room to breathe when at times it became too much but mostly, he was there when she needed to talk and she found she did have to rehash her past relationship, the relationship that was supposed to be her be all and end all. It had been the final key into being able to completely, and utterly let go of the pain. Life began to not look so grey anymore, she was standing on her own two feet on her terms but without even meaning to, she we aligning herself with Cillian to a blissful point of no return and had no plans to stop.

“Yes Sarah I read the instructions… I don’t know, nothing’s happening.” She let out a shaky breath, “oh by the way, I received the dress, booked in to get it altered just before I fly back.” She laughed, “yeah… I guess I am talking about your wedding at a time like this.” Glancing down, she pinched the bridge of her nose, “is it too late to change my plus one?”

—-

Ryan & Sarah’s

Wedding Day

It had been 12 months since Amanda had left Charming, 12 months since she had been someone she no longer recognised. New job, new life, new world and a new man could work wonders for some. She was undeniably head over heels in love with the Irish man who had convinced her to leave her old life behind. But today wasn’t about her, no, today was about the two people in the world who she loved dearly finally tying the last knot in their lives together. She’d arrived late the night before so no one knew she was here. Of course she had to spend the night before with her best friend, she had missed the hens party, there was no way she was missing this moment.

Morning came quickly, the two having stayed up talking, knowing the make up artist would have fun covering up their under eyes from the lack of beauty sleep but the talk was well needed. As Sarah’s mum got her daughter to eat and consume coffee, Amanda stepped away to get herself ready. Slipping into her dress, she smoothed it into all the right places and adjusted it accordingly, until she was satisfied with the way it sat on her body, figure hugging but understated, there was no question that Sarah had good taste. Her hair was put together perfectly, her make up natural so with one final nod at her reflection, excitement filled her as she made her way through the house to Sarah’s childhood bedroom, “ready to get this dress on?” Sarah’s mum grabbed the gown and the two helped Sarah into it, Amanda getting the lovely honour of zipping and buttoning it into place while Sarah received some words of wisdom from her mum. She looked over her best friends shoulder, looking at their reflection in the mirror, “you look beautiful, he is one lucky man to have you stick by him.”

She helped Sarah get the dress just right before she gave her a hug, “let’s get you married!” She picked up the train of Sarah’s dress and helped her leave the room, wondering if she was ever going to start feeling nervous. There were a lot of people she hadn’t seen in a year who would be here, one person in particular but the nerves never surfaced. She was too busy by the overwhelming joy she felt for her friends and the love she had for a certain man who would be waiting for her at the event. “Ok have we got everything? I’ve given your dad your luggage and he’s assured me it’s where it should be for you both to leave. I have my emergency kit, incase anything goes wrong. We good to go? Right let’s get you in the car!”

Before long, the time came to get ready to walk down the isle. Amanda turned to her best friend, “last chance to run away, I can have you out of her in 5 seconds, 2 if your dad helps me.” She was smiling as she said this, she knew these two would never not be together. “Ok, I’ll see you down there,” the music began to play and she gave Sarah one last hug before it was her time to walk. The moment she stepped out, she felt all eyes in her direction, “it’s fine, they just waiting for Sarah, no big deal, so you look a little different, it’s fiiiiiine.” Ignoring everyone, her eyes scanned the rows of guests as she smiled, her eyes lighting up as she found him sitting close to the front row. He looked handsome as fuck in his crisp, dark grey suit. He winked at her and she felt the faintest blush creep up on her neck and cheeks. God damn.

And then, she had to return her focus on the task at hand. She was Sarah’s Maid of Honour, and naturally everyone knew who Ryan would have chosen as his best man. That’s right, Tom was standing right beside his best friend but he looked a lot different from the last time she had seen him, like the world had hardened him even more. To her surprise, she felt… nothing as she looked towards him, even gave him a small smile of acknowledgement before Ryan caught her attention, “she’s here?” he whispered and she nodded, grinning. Ryan looked at his friend again, about to ask her another question but there was a change in the music and his focus moved to the end of the isle and he felt himself shift on his feet. This was it, fuck he loved her.

Cheers and applause erupted as the newly wed couple shared their first kiss as husband and wife. The two looked even more in love than they had ever looked before, Amanda felt the tears running down her cheeks as she watched them. They linked arms and made their exit, and it was now her turn to link with Tom. He offered his arm and she couldn’t tell if he had wanted to or not, but she linked her arm with his and once again, was shocked that he was having no affect on her. His touch used to make her weak and forget everything, now, he was just another person to her. She could feel how tense he was though as he spoke, “you’re pregnant?” she looked up at him, her eyes damp from tears but a soft smile gracing her features, “I am, 3 months left and then I can hold my little girl.” It was the most she had spoken to him since the night she’d walked out on him, but she wasn’t angry anymore.

As they reached their destination, she unlinked from him and moved to stand in position for a photo and then along with everyone else, cheered the happy couple off as they ventured to the reception. A hand found hers and she lent into the body she felt beside her, “are you alright?” Cillian asked, pulling her close, “I really am, thank you.” They shared a quick kiss before his hand ran protectively over her stomach, “shall we head to the reception? I’m sure Sarah need’s a bathroom break.”

True to form, the reception was in full swing and it looked like it had turned out exactly how Sarah had told Amanda she wanted it. Cillian had stepped away to get her something to eat when Beth, Tom’s mum, approached her. “Wow, you definitely made a change.” A little nervous, Amanda nodded, “that’s one way of putting it. How are you Beth?” The older woman softened slightly, “I’m well love, a lot has changed but some things never do. Tom’s President now,” Amanda watched Beth’s eye sight land on her son, who looked completely disinterested in the blonde who was holding his hand while she spoke to someone. Amanda nodded, “you must be proud.” She didn’t know what to say, at one point this woman was going to be her mother in law, jesus, she had looked to this woman for motherly advice but that felt like a lifetime ago now. “Why didn’t you give him another chance?” Amanda blinked at the question, “Beth, this is not the time, I’m here for Sarah and Ryan. Tom already knows that answer, so you need to go and talk to your son. Excuse me.” Turning on her heal, she walked away from Beth, not wanting to cause a scene. She wasn’t paying attention to where she was going but a hand caught hers, “everything ok love?” She relaxed noticing it was Cillian, “it is now, come on, let’s get a decent spot to hear the speeches.”

There were tears of joy and deep love for the couple as Sarah and Ryan shared their first dance as husband and wife. She was grinning at the two of them and she wiped the tears away quickly to applaud them before everyone else was invited to the dance floor. Cillian wrapped her in his protective embrace and the two moved easily to the song. She could feel eyes on her and she couldn’t help but find them, he was clearly ignoring the attempts of his date to get him onto the dance floor. She almost chuckled, good luck with that love, Tom had never been a dancer except with her in their kitchen, and that was only to make her smile. As the memory faded she looked away from him, she wasn’t going to walk down memory lane now. “Ryan looks like the happiest man alive right now,” she looked over towards Ryan and Sarah and nodded against Cillian’s chest, “he’s never wanted anyone else, never been swayed from her. they are forever those two.” “There’s still hope for us,” She leaned up on her toes, minding her stomach and kissed him, “definitely, plenty of time to find out.”

“Congratulations lovely,” Amanda said softly as she and Sarah hugged. Everyone was staring around waiting to say goodbye. “Enjoy the honeymoon and make sure to enjoy the time with just the two of you, without the club.” Next was Ryan and he still looked confused, “it’s just weird seeing you like this… is he being good to you?” “Ryan, you are about to go ravish your wife! Focus on that, I’m totally fine, the moment I’m not is the moment I call you to come and save me ok?” He nodded, “you fucking better.” Everyone waved goodbye as the two of them left, and Amanda really hoped they took the time to enjoy being separated from the club and all that came with it. “I’m just going to say goodbye to ma and then we can get out of here?” Cillian nodded, “I’ll let them know we are on our way.” He walked away as he pulled his phone out and she moved to where her ma was standing. “Hey, time for me to go as well.” Her ma smiled sadly, “alright darling, let me know when you land. Once I’ve sorted out some time off work I’ll be right there for when my granddaughter is born ok?” “of course, I’ll have the spare room waiting for you, I’m definitely going to need you.” Her ma shook her head, “I think you’ve got this, look at how far you’ve already come my dear.” Hugging her mum she took in the motherly comfort, “love you ma.”

“Car is here, let’s go home.” With both hands on her stomach, she nodded, “sounds good.” Cillian carefully lead her to the car that would take them to the plane he had arranged to get them back to Ireland tonight. She hadn’t even felt the eyes watching her, analysing every detail, studying her. The eyes were willing her to turn around, but she didn’t, she was no longer tuned into his presence. She was really gone for good.

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Leaning on his bike, Ryan flicked the cigarette ash to the ground before the toxic stick was back in his mouth. It was early and the weather was cooling down, he’d had a hard time dragging himself away from Sarah that morning. She was even more tempting when he had a meeting early, she could wrap herself around him in such a way that had him completely lost to her. But just as he considered blowing off this meeting, his phone had gone off, telling him the location and that he better get his ass going. He’d just have to focus on the fact he’d get to shoot some guns in the lot without any repercussions.

A silver car pulled up into the space and he didn’t bother to move, knowing that it would be the Irish, they had set this up about and hour outside of town so they wouldn’t draw attention to themselves. “Ryan, nice to see you again.” The accent was thick but Ryan shook the offered hand, “Cillian, how are you?” he watched the Irish man light up, “can’t complain, are you taking charge today?” Ryan shook his head, “Tom is almost here, he got caught up with another meeting. Not gonna be a problem is it?” he watched the other man frown, “no, I’ve dealt with Tom from the beginning.” Ryan moved his head from side to side, stretching out his neck, “just… don’t mention Amanda and Andy ok?” Before the two could discuss the matter further, another bike joined them and Ryan jumped up, flicked his smoke away and went to meet his boss, his brother while Cillian moved to get his men to organise the guns.

“Bit fucking early for this shit brother,” Ryan said in good humour, “why’d we have to do it at this time? We’ve got nothing else on today.” He listened to Tom’s rather blunt reply, not taking any offence, it was just how he was now. Tom had become more blunt and disconnected since the wedding, jesus, he was still reckless with their work but nothing Ryan said could change anything. “Surprised you were allowed outta bed this morning, miss whats her name sure has her claws in.” it was no secret to anyone that Ryan couldn’t stand Tom’s girlfriend, the girl he’d cheated on Amanda with. He was fairly certain Tom was sleeping around on her too, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

The two of them moved to the table set up and Ryan’s mood was slowly improving, “is this the standard order we’ll be receiving?” he asked. “Aye, the Ak-47s and the glocks. I’m still searching for a supplier for the .223s ye requested, but the Aks at this time are not in short supply, so if you need, we can double the order.” Ryan looked at Tom, “that should keep black happy and possibly Alvarez if we still wanna expand, he has been asking.” “Everything is the same with shipping, we’ll send them dismantled, your boys will assemble and then run them to your other charters like discussed. If your into any issues, let us know, we’ve made some connections state side that could benefit you.”

“Anything else?” Ryan lit up another smoke as Tom finally spoke, he watched Cillian look to him, the two becoming eye locked and he wondered how this would play out. “We’d prefer it if you cut ties with the Russian pipeline you’ve previously had. We can handle the gun demand, but we won’t share customers with those bastards.” Ryan shrugged, he’d be happy to drop the Russians, “we’ll put it to a vote.” Cillian nodded to Tom, “let me know how that pans out. Now if you don’t have anything else, we’ve been state side long enough. Keep these, and the ones in the trunk as a sign of good faith. I’ll be back with the major delivery in a weeks time. Ryan, give my families regards to Sarah.”

Ryan and Tom were standing near their bikes, smoking, as the Irish left the lot. They were waiting for a prospect to come with the van to collect the guns. “We can scout another pipeline if you don’t trust the Irish. Though,” he exhaled, “they can definitely keep up with the demand of the other charters.” He looked at his boss, who was like a stone wall, no expression. He inwardly groaned, “let’s get outta here.”

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