Fic: Squeedle's Shassie Shorts 2/?
Here's the second short in my fourth series of Shassie shorts. I'm a little on it but I hope you guys like it.
What do you say to taking chances?
What do you say to jumping off the edge?
Never knowing if there’s solid ground below,
or a hand to hold,
or hell to pay.
What do you say?
Taking Chances by Celine Dion
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You’ve never been much of risk-taker. You’d rather put your money on sure things instead of blowing it on ‘what if’s. And that’s okay you figure because while the people who leave things to chance get their hopes crushed you save yourself by knowing exactly what you’re going to get. You like knowing exactly how things are going to turn out. You don’t get hurt if you don’t take chances. Which is why you left before Spencer could wake up and tell you that it was a one time thing that would never happen again.
It wasn’t even supposed to happen in the first place.
He asked you if you’d like to go out and get drinks and you were going to say no at first but then you remembered what O’Hara said about letting loose and just relaxing so you went with yes instead. Sure, Spencer could be a pain in the ass but that wouldn’t matter once you had some scotch in your system. You didn’t plan on saying yes to Spencer’s offer to drive you home, didn’t plan on him taking you to his place instead (If you could call it place, it’s an abandoned dry-cleaners for Christ’s sake), and you sure as hell didn’t plan on sleeping with him. So when you woke up and realized where you were and what happened you ignored the pounding hangover and left.
You’re looking at Spencer now though and you’re starting to think that maybe you should’ve stayed.
To put things bluntly…he looks like shit.
He’s wearing the same clothes he wore the day before, all wrinkled and most definitely in need of a wash. His hair is in six different kinds of disarray which is saying something because it’s usually only three. The worst part, in your mind at least, is his eyes. They don’t look as happy as usual, not as green. They’re a little dull actually and you hate yourself for being the person to make them like that. You came here to apologize for last night but now all you want to do is apologize for this morning and do everything in your power to ignite the extinguished spark in his eyes.
You’ve been standing there just staring at him for so long you don’t even realize that he’s already asked you three times why you’re there.
You shake your head and try to explain yourself but nothing comes out. All you can do is surge forward and pull him in for a kiss. He doesn’t seem to register what’s happening for a few moments and you start to think that maybe you should stop and just leave but then he’s pulling you close to him and you find yourself never wanting to leave again.
As he pulls you back towards the bedroom he quietly, almost shyly asks if you’re still going to be here when he wakes up and that’s when it hits you. He was the one who took a chance on you. You were so worried about putting your own heart on the line that you didn’t even stop to consider his.
“Yeah Shawn, I’ll be here.”
“Good.”
And you figure taking chances is okay if you have someone to take the risk with you.
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Okay, so I’m a little iffy on this one. I’m on the fence about whether I like it or not. It’s pretty much the shortest short I’ve written thus far. Hopefully you guys like it!
-Squeedle