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Never Said Goobye Chapter 1
by Rebel Goddess (no login)
This story will be familiar to those people who visit Jamaristy's board, but as this one is so slow I thought I might repost here to see if I could liven it up a little. This is complete, but the sequel isn't.
Pure Shelle, no Broe, no Phloe, and any Chloe lovers will probably be furious by the end. Sorry about that, but at the time of writing this, I really didn't like her, and I still don't much. Philip and Brady deserve better, I feel.
The whole Island storyline never happened, nor did the Last Blast Dance 2001, and Shelle aren't together. They're sixteen at the start (I think) but they do age, and not totally along the lines of Dool, so please don't confuse the two. Yes, Shawn did go to boarding school. Just think of this as an alternate reality which matches Dool until just before Shawn asked Belle on their first date.
Andie Mc made the banner for me. (THANKS Andie!)
Rebel must stop waffling now and give you the chapter. Tell me if you want more. It does get better, honest.
I disclaim.
Chapter 1
Opening her front door with abrupt speed, Belle found a dark haired, handsome, dark eyed boy standing in the hall, smiling a crooked grin.
“Hi Shawn.” Belle was pleased to see him, though she wasn’t going to let him know how pleased. “Ready for school and the big test?”
“Yeah. Um, Belle, what did you do to your hair?” He wasn’t teasing her, she didn’t think, just asking.
“Do you like it?” She swished the short cut blonde hair across her cheeks and smiled. For once, Shawn was being nice about her hair. Her heart beat faster just looking at him.
He walked in past her, turned and replied, “I don’t know, it’s different.”
He was right about that, she looked very different with her hair shorter. She looked less like the Belle he had played with as a kid and more like a sophisticated sixteen year old, but he wasn’t about to tell her that. She changed the subject, hoping he wouldn’t say anything that would upset her about her new haircut. She still wasn’t sure she looked right with it. “Are you ready to go?”
“Aren’t we going to wait for Chloe? I thought she stayed here last night?” Shawn didn’t move, waiting for Belle’s response.
“No, I think Chloe was at home last night. Why did you think she was here?” Belle hated to admit it, but she was jealous. Shawn never seemed to worry where she had been, or ask after her.
“Philip called me. She didn’t turn up at Dot.Com and he was worried. Nancy said she had never come home from school. I was worried about her.” There was a noise from upstairs and Chloe came walking down the steps, wearing the same clothes as she had had on yesterday. She was smiling and laughing, with Brady coming down the stairs beside her, swinging with his crutches.
“I can’t believe you’ve never heard ‘Carmen’ like that before!” Brady teased Chloe, unaware of Shawn and Belle’s stares.
Belle yelled “HELLO! EARTH TO BRADY!” Then more quietly, “Good morning, Chloe.”
Brady ignored his sister’s yell, and turned slowly to Shawn. He acted as if Belle wasn’t even there and that for Chloe to come down the stairs with him in the morning was a totally normal thing. “Morning, Brady. See the game last night?”
Shawn instantly started talking about the game, behaving as Brady had done. Belle, however, could not be so easily deflected.
Grabbing Chloe by the arm, she dragged her over to the side of the room and started in immediately. “When did you get here Chloe? And why are you talking to my brother? You usually hate him.”
“He had a production of ‘Carmen’ that I hadn’t heard before. What time is it anyway? I thought you said ‘good morning’, but that can’t be right.” Chloe raised an arm and yawned.
“I said good morning because it is morning. Why? What time did you think it was?” Belle put her hands on her hips and looked hard at her friend. Realisation dawned on Chloe’s face.
“Oh my God, I’ve been here all night?” Chloe was shocked. She had reached the Blacks’ home at about four o’clock the day before to wait for Belle. She hadn’t been home and Brady had answered the door. Oddly, he hadn’t been as obnoxious to her as usual and she had heard opera playing in the background. When she had quoted from it, he had let her in and they had started a conversation. His usually icy blue eyes were warmer then, and he had played her operas from his collection, famous productions she had never heard before. Then he had gone downstairs to get something to eat and they had talked all night.
Belle too was shocked. Brady so cold to everyone but her had talked all night with one of her best friends and she hadn’t even realised that time was passing. “It’s morning Chloe, time to go to school. Come with Shawn and I, you can see Philip and explain where you were. He was worried about you.”
Belle’s words reminded Chloe that she had promised Philip she would meet him, and he must have been so worried about her. What a mess. She would have to leave now, though, or risk being late for school.
Brady had surprised her the night before with his gentleness, and she realised she had finally met the boy Belle knew as her brother. It was a shame he wasn’t like that with everyone.
Shawn walked away from Brady and opened the door for the girls. It was the last day before the summer vacation, and he couldn’t wait for school to end. Running for the lift and feeling a slight lurch in his stomach, he realised that he would have loads of time over the summer for fun, games and beaches, and only wondered what else it would bring.
Philip was annoyed with Chloe when she found him. He would have been sweet and caring if anything had been wrong, but that she had chosen to spend the night at Belle’s house and not with him upset him. He felt passed over and wasn’t prepared to forgive Chloe right away.
Chloe found herself not caring if Philip forgave her or not. Every time she closed her eyes for even a moment, she found herself not thinking of Philip, but of Brady. That was worrying, but soon she would be out of school and with Philip all the summer. Brady was going away with Belle in a month, off to San Francisco to visit relatives, and she wouldn’t have him around to think about. Not that she thought about him anyway.
Sighing, Chloe headed into History class, waiting for Shawn to assist her with their last project of the year. When he came in, though, he looked grey and ill. The teacher took one look at him and sent him to the school nurse. Chloe was left to give the presentation alone from Shawn’s notes.
Belle sat in the lunchroom surrounded by every friend except Shawn and Chloe. She wondered where they were. Then Chloe stalked into the room carrying her tray and sat down across from her. After the customary greetings, Belle couldn’t stop herself from asking, “Chloe, do you know where Shawn is?”
“He went to the nurse’s office because he wasn’t feeling well. I don’t know after that.” Chloe turned to Philip, trying to forget her night long talk with Brady, and started a conversation.
Belle’s heart gave a little lurch. Shawn ill? On the last day of school? It didn’t sound right. Settling down to her lunch again, Belle tried to listen to the buzz of voices around her head, but her mind kept going back to Shawn. She would check in with him later, if she didn’t seem him soon. That would be the right thing to do as a friend. She sighed quietly. She wished Shawn would see her as more than just a friend, but he never did. Even when they got close enough to kiss, he always pulled away or something else happened. On the other hand, when he had offered to kiss her in that Parisian cafe, she had pulled away. She was regretting that now, Mimi was so interested in him it didn’t seem fair to try for his affections against him, and she had declared herself indifferent. Well that was a lie for a start. Biting into a French fry half-heartedly, Belle hoped Shawn would hang around that summer long enough to realise she was interested in him and become interested in her too.
