A/N: Only like two chapters left-ish. Close to that. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I just own what happens next. ;)

Chapter 15

Bambi smiled at the attractive young man who offered to buy her a drink.

He was handsome and looked to be around her age, so why not? Bobby certainly didn't want her, so what was stopping her from flirting with the attractive man across from her.

He ordered her a drink and sat down on the stool across from her. The Round Up wasn't typically crowded, but it was fuller and louder than usual that night.

He started talking to her, trying his best to win her over. While Bambi managed to laugh and smile at the right cues, she couldn't bring herself to pay attention to what he was saying.

His name was Jack. No John? No Jay? Jason? Something starting with a J. He was a lawyer. Or a doctor? Or a teacher? Maybe a bartender? Something ending with an –er.

She unintentionally let out a sigh, which she attempted to cover with a slight cough. Whatshisname was unfazed though and plowed on through with his mindless chitchat.

She sipped her drink and resisted the urge to look at the door when she heard the bell ring, signifying that someone had entered.

She knew it was Bobby. He knew where she'd be and he was pretty persistent.

Instead, she turned her attention to the man sitting across from her and smiled widely, as if he had a shot with her.

Bambi let out a fake laugh at the man's feeble joke before sneaking a look at Bobby. He was walking towards her with a clenched jaw and his hands balled into fists at his side.

When he reached her, he hissed, "Outside. Now. We need to talk."

She turned to him, giving him her attention, before replying, "I'm busy."

He let out an exasperated sigh and asked, "Please, Bambi. We need to talk."

"Look, the lady says she doesn't want to talk," the guy next to her interjected, standing in between Bambi and Bobby.

"You don't know what she wants. Now move, or I will move you," Bobby warned, the look in his eyes dangerous.

The guy straightened his back, almost challenging Bobby to strike him.

Bambi knew it was coming about a second before it happened. Bobby shrugged and socked the guy right in the jaw, sending him tumbling to the ground.

Bambi let out a scream as the bar instantly quieted. Bobby's gaze locked on to Bambi as he gave her a chilling look before reaching for her hand. He tugged at it lightly, dropping some money on the counter for Bambi's drink.

"Let's go," he murmured, leading her outside, to the vacated side of the bar.

When he stopped moving, he dropped her hand instantly and leaned against the brick wall behind him, facing Bambi, but refusing to look her in the eye.

They stood there, facing each other, for a tense moment of silence before Bambi erupted, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

His eyes shot up to hers, an outraged look on his face, and he replied, "What the hell is wrong with you? What are you doing talking to guys like that?"

"Guys like what? Guys who are actually interested in me? Should I stick to guys I haven't got a chance with then or just you? That'd surely fill your ego," she exclaimed.

"Would you just shut up for like five seconds!?" he yelled, frustration evident in his voice.

Bambi's mouth closed in shock and, despite her naturally defiant will, she stopped talking.

Bobby took a steadying breath and continued, "Good. You ran out before I could talk to you earlier. You do that a lot. You just run away from things you don't want to hear or know or feel. Well you're not running from me this time Bambi. You are going to stand there, shut up, and listen to me."

Bambi flinched at his tone, but nodded all the same.

He looked at her for a moment, his face still showing signs of frustration, when he began, "You're stubborn. And you're argumentative. You're cranky when you're tired, which you always are, but you're too proud to let me help you. You're confusing and you drive me insane."

Bambi's mouth hung agape as she stared at him in shock. Did he really chase her down to yell at her?

Taking in her expression, he continued, "But despite all of that, I love you."

He waited for her to speak, and when she didn't, he kept on going.

"Not Georgia. You. Maybe I did love Georgia once. I'm not really sure, but I love you. I want to be with you. And you can run, if you want to, but I'm not going to let you go without a fight. You should know that."

"I love you too," she stammered, slightly breathless.

He gave her a half-smile and shrugged.

"I know."

In one long stride, he was in front of her, pulling her into another scorching kiss.

A/N: Welp. Like one more chapter left. Like the Star Wars moment there.