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Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,575
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Let Down
A/N: This is my story. All characters in this story belong to me and my imagination. And if Ameri-care does truely exist, I'm sorry when I wrote this I didn't know at the time. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I wrote. Please read a review it will prompt me to write more. Any suggestions would be helpful as well. Enjoy!!!
Chapter Two: Let Down
Vashon felt his heart break when Scott told him he was purposing to his girlfriend that night. Vashon thought about it the whole way to his house in Brighton. After his half hour drive in downtown Denver traffic he pulled his Mustang up his driveway. He then put it in park and shut off the engine. Vashon got out, locked the car and proceeded into his house.
Shutting the door behind him he went to his left into the living room and slumped down into his favorite easy chair. Grabbing the remote he flipped the TV on and skimmed through the channels, finally settling for the news.
"Damn!" Vashon yelled, the conversation with Scott still troubling him. "You'd swear he was gay the way he carries himself," he said aloud. "Well, guess there's nothing I can do."
With that he got up and headed to the kitchen. Opening his fridge Vashon pulled out the left over spaghetti he had made for dinner the night before. He set it on the counter, removed the lid and popped it in the microwave. He then opened his freezer and pulled out his bottle of Southern Comfort. He opened the cub board and picked out a tall glass. He then poured the Southern Comfort into the glass until it was three fourths full. Then he placed his Southern Comfort back in the freezer and grabbed the 2litre of Root beer from the fridge. He topped his glass off with that and placed the Root beer back in the fridge. Once his spaghetti finished heating up Vashon grabbed a fork and headed back to his easy chair.
Setting his drink on the end table next to him Vashon ate his dinner. After finishing his dinner, Vashon grabbed his glass and toasted, "Here's to drowning your misery in alcohol!" And with that he began to drink.
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Meanwhile Scott just finished getting dressed and grabbed the box that held the ring. He looked in the mirror to adjust his tie. He then stopped and stared at himself in the mirror. He looked nervous, but that was to be expected. Scott took in a deep breath and said to himself in the mirror, "Well, it's now or never." And with that he headed out the door of his apartment and got in his car.
On his way to the restaurant his cell phone rang. It was Cynthia. They were going to meet at the restaurant. "Hey sweetheart," Scott answered. "Hi, I'm just leaving the house, so I might be a few minutes late." Cynthia said in her seductive voice. "That's OK babe, I'll get us a table." Scott replied then they said their goodbyes and hung up the phone.
Shortly after he hung up he was there at the restaurant. Scott parked the car and headed in the restaurant. He felt more nervous now then before. The time was coming when he was going to make Cynthia his fiancé. Walking up the receptionist he said, "I have a reservation for Rogers." She looked in her book, found his name and said, "OK Mr. Rogers, I see there'll be two in your party and non-smoking. Right this way." She led the way to the table. With every step that Scott took his heart beat even faster. They arrived at his table and he took a seat facing the way they came so he could watch or Cynthia. "My girlfriend is running late, so when she gets here can you send her my way?" Scott asked. "Sure thing Mr. Rogers," she replied and went back to her post.
"Hi, my name is Walt. I'll be your waiter this evening, here’s your menu. I'll be back shortly for your drink order," Said the waiter. Scott nodded and looked at his menu. He decided on a bottle of white wine. Then looking over the dinner menu he figured to get the Snow Crab Platter for Cynthia and the Shrimp Platter for himself. Then they could share if they wanted. About 5 minutes later Walt returned. "What can I get for you to drink?" He asked. "The white wine please, and I'd also like to order my food. The Snow Crab Platter and the Shrimp Platter." Walt nodded and jotted it down on his little notebook. He replied, "I'll have it out to you shortly."
As soon as Walt left Cynthia appeared with a smile. Getting up Scott went to her and gave her a kiss. Pulling her seat out Scott said, "Hi sweetheart. I've already ordered for us. It should be here shortly." "Great," she replied pulling herself up to the table. She looked great wearing a sexy red dress, which reminded Scott of lingerie. Her long blonde hair was pilled back into a French knot. Just looking at her Scott become more nervous.
Dinner arrived shortly and they began eating in silence. Once done, Scott and Cynthia both said, "I've got something to tell you," in unison. They both laughed and said, "You go first." Then laughed again. Everyone in the restaurant looked at them like they were crazy. Finally catching their breath Scott sighed and said, "No really, you can go first."
"OK," Cynthia said shyly. She started fiddling with her thumbs and stammered,” Well, I don't think this is working out." "What's not working out?" Scott asked as he felt his heart drop. "Us, this relationship," Cynthia replied. "I've already been seeing someone else and I really like him. I'm sorry it ended this way but...." she trailed off. Scott did his best not to cry though he shed a few tears.
After paying the bill Scott walked Cynthia to her car and said his final goodbye. Driving home he kept his mind off of the evening. Once getting back to his apartment he took off his clothes and jumped into the shower. In the shower he cried till his eyes were dry. He couldn't believe what just happened. After probably an hour the water started getting cold. Scott got out and dried himself off. He slipped on his pajama bottoms and headed for the kitchen. Flipping on the switch he looked down at the counter and saw the piece of paper. "Oh what the hell," he said as he picked up the phone.
A/N: Yes, another short chapter. But this one is a but longer then the first one. Please R&R. Any suggestions would be nice as well!
Chapter Two: Let Down
Vashon felt his heart break when Scott told him he was purposing to his girlfriend that night. Vashon thought about it the whole way to his house in Brighton. After his half hour drive in downtown Denver traffic he pulled his Mustang up his driveway. He then put it in park and shut off the engine. Vashon got out, locked the car and proceeded into his house.
Shutting the door behind him he went to his left into the living room and slumped down into his favorite easy chair. Grabbing the remote he flipped the TV on and skimmed through the channels, finally settling for the news.
"Damn!" Vashon yelled, the conversation with Scott still troubling him. "You'd swear he was gay the way he carries himself," he said aloud. "Well, guess there's nothing I can do."
With that he got up and headed to the kitchen. Opening his fridge Vashon pulled out the left over spaghetti he had made for dinner the night before. He set it on the counter, removed the lid and popped it in the microwave. He then opened his freezer and pulled out his bottle of Southern Comfort. He opened the cub board and picked out a tall glass. He then poured the Southern Comfort into the glass until it was three fourths full. Then he placed his Southern Comfort back in the freezer and grabbed the 2litre of Root beer from the fridge. He topped his glass off with that and placed the Root beer back in the fridge. Once his spaghetti finished heating up Vashon grabbed a fork and headed back to his easy chair.
Setting his drink on the end table next to him Vashon ate his dinner. After finishing his dinner, Vashon grabbed his glass and toasted, "Here's to drowning your misery in alcohol!" And with that he began to drink.
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~~~~~~~~~~
Meanwhile Scott just finished getting dressed and grabbed the box that held the ring. He looked in the mirror to adjust his tie. He then stopped and stared at himself in the mirror. He looked nervous, but that was to be expected. Scott took in a deep breath and said to himself in the mirror, "Well, it's now or never." And with that he headed out the door of his apartment and got in his car.
On his way to the restaurant his cell phone rang. It was Cynthia. They were going to meet at the restaurant. "Hey sweetheart," Scott answered. "Hi, I'm just leaving the house, so I might be a few minutes late." Cynthia said in her seductive voice. "That's OK babe, I'll get us a table." Scott replied then they said their goodbyes and hung up the phone.
Shortly after he hung up he was there at the restaurant. Scott parked the car and headed in the restaurant. He felt more nervous now then before. The time was coming when he was going to make Cynthia his fiancé. Walking up the receptionist he said, "I have a reservation for Rogers." She looked in her book, found his name and said, "OK Mr. Rogers, I see there'll be two in your party and non-smoking. Right this way." She led the way to the table. With every step that Scott took his heart beat even faster. They arrived at his table and he took a seat facing the way they came so he could watch or Cynthia. "My girlfriend is running late, so when she gets here can you send her my way?" Scott asked. "Sure thing Mr. Rogers," she replied and went back to her post.
"Hi, my name is Walt. I'll be your waiter this evening, here’s your menu. I'll be back shortly for your drink order," Said the waiter. Scott nodded and looked at his menu. He decided on a bottle of white wine. Then looking over the dinner menu he figured to get the Snow Crab Platter for Cynthia and the Shrimp Platter for himself. Then they could share if they wanted. About 5 minutes later Walt returned. "What can I get for you to drink?" He asked. "The white wine please, and I'd also like to order my food. The Snow Crab Platter and the Shrimp Platter." Walt nodded and jotted it down on his little notebook. He replied, "I'll have it out to you shortly."
As soon as Walt left Cynthia appeared with a smile. Getting up Scott went to her and gave her a kiss. Pulling her seat out Scott said, "Hi sweetheart. I've already ordered for us. It should be here shortly." "Great," she replied pulling herself up to the table. She looked great wearing a sexy red dress, which reminded Scott of lingerie. Her long blonde hair was pilled back into a French knot. Just looking at her Scott become more nervous.
Dinner arrived shortly and they began eating in silence. Once done, Scott and Cynthia both said, "I've got something to tell you," in unison. They both laughed and said, "You go first." Then laughed again. Everyone in the restaurant looked at them like they were crazy. Finally catching their breath Scott sighed and said, "No really, you can go first."
"OK," Cynthia said shyly. She started fiddling with her thumbs and stammered,” Well, I don't think this is working out." "What's not working out?" Scott asked as he felt his heart drop. "Us, this relationship," Cynthia replied. "I've already been seeing someone else and I really like him. I'm sorry it ended this way but...." she trailed off. Scott did his best not to cry though he shed a few tears.
After paying the bill Scott walked Cynthia to her car and said his final goodbye. Driving home he kept his mind off of the evening. Once getting back to his apartment he took off his clothes and jumped into the shower. In the shower he cried till his eyes were dry. He couldn't believe what just happened. After probably an hour the water started getting cold. Scott got out and dried himself off. He slipped on his pajama bottoms and headed for the kitchen. Flipping on the switch he looked down at the counter and saw the piece of paper. "Oh what the hell," he said as he picked up the phone.
A/N: Yes, another short chapter. But this one is a but longer then the first one. Please R&R. Any suggestions would be nice as well!