Sorry for the delay and the shortness of the chapter. I'll try to make the next one amazing and lengthy, especially since it is **DRUM ROLL PLEASE** The!! Last!! One!!
But fear not my dear Tim and Rady fans!!! There will be a sequel, with a love... square? Yeah a square seems the best shape to describe it but it's more complicanted then it seems. Anyway, it'll be fun :) And if all goes well there will be many a fan war!
Tim’s POV
“So are you excited?” My mom asks as we leave court house where we applied for my passport. It should be done in a week, which is when we’ll leave.
“Yeah,” I say with as much enthusiasm as I can manage. I am excited to travel and to be with my mom again but I’m not excited to be leaving Rady, I’m even going to miss Shay which is still weird to me.
“I know it’s going to be hard hunny, but it’s not like your never coming back, we’ll visit.”
“I know.” Knowing doesn’t change anything though. I hate the thought of starting over but I know I have to go. As awesome as it would be to live with Rady until… whenever, but I can’t be that burden. “I really am excited to be going.”
“Good. I’ve really missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too Mom.”
But then, before I could call it a good day, the god damn universe had to throw in some awful to even it out. “Hey Tim,” Greg says. This is really becoming a problem. It feels stalker-ish right?
I turn around and try to keep the hatred off my face, if only for my mom. “Hi, Greg. What are you doing here?” We’re outside a court house, why do I have the strange feeling it’s for a restraining order?
“Oh, my dad works here.” Sure.
Actually he might, I could just be paranoid. “Okay, well I gotta go.” I start to walk away but he grabs my wrist and I can’t help but flinch. Thankfully he lets go.
“Can we talk?”
“I don’t really think…” I look over at my mom but she misinterprets my pleading eyes. Ugh.
“It’s okay hunny, I’ll go get us some coffee and you can talk to your friend.”
I really should not put my faith to help me escape in a woman who hasn’t seen me in so long but I would hope that she’d know the difference from a ‘get-me-the-hell-out-of-here’ glare and a ‘give-me-a-minute’ look.
“What did you want?”
“I wanted to say I’m sorry about last night. I was out of line. I just really like you.”
I’m actually surprised he apologized and I kind of feel bad. Thinking back he didn’t do anything too bad the other night, just shocked me. I could have given him mixed signals by agreeing to go on what he considered a date. “Okay, yeah well I guess I’m sorry too, I just don’t like you like that.”
“I get it. We’ll um, could we still be friends?”
“I’m moving to Paris in about a week so…”
“Facebook? Email?” We’re turning back to desperate stalker.
“I don’t know, maybe.” It won’t be that hard to ignore him from another country. “Look I’ve got to go.”
“Wait, one more thing.” Reluctantly I wait. “Can you unblock my number from your phone?”
“What are you talking about, I never blocked you.”
“Well, after Rady yelled at me this morning I couldn’t call anymore.”
After Rady yelled at him? This morning? I pull my phone out of my pocket and check the call log. There are three missed calls from Greg and one lasting a little less than a minute. That who Rady answered the phone for. I don’t have any missed calls from Shay. Why would he tell me he was talking to Shay? “What did he say to you?”
“He said to stay away from you and to go fuck myself. He’s a bit possessive,” Greg told me, like he was trying to strengthen his case but I walked away quickly, heading to the coffee shop my mom was heading out of.
“Mom we have to go home.”
Rady’s POV
DONE SHOPPING WITH SHAY!!! How is it that we aren’t together anymore yet I still end up holding her purse and judging her outfits? It’s just sad.
I can’t wait until Tim gets home. I made us a picnic. Okay, I ordered us a picnic from this Greek restaurant he likes but same thing. Anyway, the place we’re having it is better. It’s this little cabin that belongs to Shay’s dad. She and I used to go there for big occasions and she said it’d be cool if I used it (in other words she told me if I didn’t take him there she’d beat me in the head with a major league baseball bat. The girl is crazy). It’s a really nice place. You can see a lot of stars out there and there’s a path where you can come across little desert forest animals. He’ll love it.
The front door creeks open and I look around the kitchen door to see Tim in a bit of a daze.
“Hey, are you okay?”
“I haven’t figured that out yet.” He’s not looking at me.
“Did something happen with your mom?”
“Not really…” He leans against the wall and looks at the ceiling. “So, what’d you do today?”
He looks at me from the corner of his eyes. “I went shopping with Shay, like you planned this morning. Remember?”
“Yeah. Um, when did you get back?”
“Maybe twenty minutes ago?”
“Alright, when Shay called my phone this morning, did she want something from me?”
Shit, how do I answer that? I already lied to him this morning and I’d still rather he not know about something so stupid. But why is he asking? “She didn’t say anything about it when she heard it was me.”
“You did that this morning too.”
“Did what?”
“When you told me it was Shay on the phone you wrung your hands together but you didn’t do that when you answered any of the other questions. That’s your tell.”
Now the questions make sense. “I’m sorry.”
“Why did you lie? I would have been mad that you yelled at Greg, especially since I never even got around to telling you what he did, but we could have talked about it.”
“We can talk about it now.”
“No, because now we have to talk about why you lied about it, because I’ve been trying to figure it out. I came up with some theories. One, you don’t trust me to work this out for myself, you don’t think I can. Which is horrible because I can and I did. Two, you don’t trust me to with your reaction. I know how you react to things, it’s not the first time you’ve over reacted and I’ve never cared before. Three is you were scared of him. ”
I don’t know what to say. I didn’t know then and I don’t know now. I want to tell him it was guilt but I don’t give a crap what I said to Greg, he’s an asshole who more than deserved what I said. But it’s not that I didn’t trust Tim either. “I honestly don’t know the answer.”
“Okay well, why did you give me this?”
I look over to see him holding the engagement ring. “Why would you ask that? I gave it to you because I love you and I want to marry you.”
“No, you gave it to me because you’re scared. You think that I need this to come back, that I need more of a reason than just seeing you. Even before all this, us, I would have come back, just for you. But you don’t believe or understand that.
“I have more reason than you to be scared, and I have been for most of the time we’ve been together, but I’m not anymore. I know that when I leave you’ll wait for me, and remember me. I don’t need this.”
He takes the ring and presses it into the palm of my hand. “Tim, I want you to have this.”
“And I want it… when I get back. I need you to trust me though. I need you to trust that when I leave there will be no one else and that I will come back. I will always and only come back for you.” I’m silent for a while. What do I say? This is basically a break up. “Look, I have a few more things I have to do with my mom,” Tim informs me. “But if you made plans for tonight I’ll still be home at eight. We don’t have to do anything though.”
I can’t move myself from the wall, my eyes glued to the discarded ring in my hand. I vaguely feel Tim’s lips on my forehead and the front door shutting and locking but I can’t seem to function. He didn’t really break up with me, he just said he won’t be my fiancée while he’s in Paris which really scares me. But then again I think it scares him that I’ll be here all alone, even if I 100% believe he’ll ask Shay to spy.
I don’t know what to do or how to feel about this. I’m about to lose my best friend, the person I love the most in the world, and I’m terrified.