Disclaim…again. No matter how much I would LOVE to own Sean…*sigh*….I do not. *cries* enjoy and review please :) again, this is gonna follow the script for a little then I'm gonna make some stuff up :P
She walked into her office, I followed. She looked angry, irritated. I could tell things didn't go well at the bank.
"I just wasted my whole god damned afternoon talking with the vice president of loans. This asshole, no wait he didn't even look me in the eyes. He just, sat there playing with his wooden thingy on his desk!" she explained, flustered.
"What thingy?" I asked, completely confused.
"The long, wooden, block thingy!" she hurried out.
"The nameplate?" I asked, still somewhat confused.
"Yes! The nameplate!" she said, exasperated. Okay, now I'm not as confused. But did she get the loan?
"Yeah, and?" I asked, hoping for some good news. We needed this loan, we needed the money so we can save our club.
"And he's not gonna give me the money." She says, sadly. I can feel my heart slowly breaking at the look on her face.
"Are you sure?" I ask, still lingering on the hopeful feeling.
"Yes, I'm sure. I'm not a good risk. And I've got two days till the bank takes the club." Two days. That's all we have left, that's all the time we have left to save this place.
"Well..then, I would say that the situation is pretty bleak…" I state. She looks at me angrily.
"And I would say that you are a master of the fucking obvious. Why did you say that?" she demands, angry.
"What do you mean why did I say that? Because it's the truth. Tess, it's not a judgment, it's the truth. You don't have any money, the bank won't give you a loan, it's the eleventh hour, hello! If I were you I would take Marcus's offer right now." I tell her, praying to God that my plan will work.
"No. And you don't get to say that to me. I can take the sky is falling from everyone else, but not you. No, I need you to be the one who says that, it's only a number Tess! We have killed ourselves trying to keep this place going, how can you just walk away?" she asks, but before I can answer she continues. "I don't care if you walk away, I don't care what happens, I will beat down the door of every bank in L.A.! I will never give up this club!" she screams, I try to conceal my smile.
"Are you sure?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
"I will never give it up!" she screams, leaving no room to argue by the tone of her voice.
"There she is. I thought I lost you for a moment, there in the beginning." I say, smiling at her confused face.
"You are such an asshole." She whispers, but I know she's trying to hide a smile. I smile and walk towards her, pulling her into a hug.
"You should know better by now. I would never give up on this club. I would never give up on you. I love you far too much to do that baby. You should know that by now." I whisper in her ear, then kiss her. She lifts her hands up to my face, I wrap my arms around her waist. After we pull away from each other, I look at her face. She has tears running down her cheeks, I gently wipe them away with my thumb. She leans into my touch, I kiss her forehead.
"How do you do that?" she asks softly. I tilt my head in question. "How do you make me feel so much better, every time? Every time I'm upset you know how to fix it. How do you do it?" she asks. I chuckle softly.
"I know you baby." I simply say. She smiles softly, nodding her head in agreement before kissing me quickly on the lips.
"That you do honey, that you do." I sit down on the couch, pulling her into my lap. I run my fingers through her hair as she lays her head on my shoulder.
"You will never be alone. You will always have me. No matter what happens, I will always be here for you. I love you baby." I whisper into her ear, as she slowly falls asleep in my arms. I won't let her go through this alone. I'll stand by her through anything.
Through hell and highwater.