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Philip stared up nervously at his extremely pissed off girlfriend while his mind searched for an explanation. The random girl's hand on his arm burned through his shirt material and he quickly shook it off.
"Ladies!" Shawn said, trying to lighten the mood, only seconds before the tall blonde bounded over and plopped herself on his lap. Belle's eyes bulged and she turned on her heel and the bathroom door slammed shut behind her. "Belle!" he called out, standing up abruptly so that the girl on his lap tumbled to the ground. Despite her protests, he stepped over her but was stopped by Mimi
"I need to talk to her" Shawn protested.
"Haven't you done enough?" Mimi asked, her eyes staring him down.
"Shawn and I didn't do anything" Philip said, standing up and joining them.
"Right, Philip" Chloe said, her voice calm and cool while she stared him down also. "Things looked completely innocent when we came out here"
"Philip!" one of the girls called out, learning his name just from hearing Chloe say it. "I thought you were going to come have a drink with us!"
"Ahh!" Chloe said, throwing up her hands and stomping out of the restuarant.
"Sheeeeyit..." Philip drawled beside Shawn. "Good luck man"
"thanks, you too" Shawn said.
"I'lll be back...Chloe!" Philip said, breaking into a jog as he hurried out of the restuarant. Shawn jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Is there a problem here?" asked a stern waiter.
"Umm, no thanks, I think we have it all under control" Shawn assured him. "Sorry for the scene" He turned to face the bench where Jason sat alone, the girls having left once they sensed trouble.
"I'm sorry Shawn" Jason said, his hands moving helplessly in front of him. "I never meant to cause any trouble"
"It's not your fault" Shawn mumbled. "I just have to talk to Belle"
"Well, I don't think she wants to talk to you" Mimi said. Shawn tried to step around her but she cut off his move.
"Meems, chill" Jason said, catching the back of her shirt with his hand and holding her in place. With a quick look around for any managers, Shawn stepped closer to the ladies room door.
"Jase, will you cover for me?" he asked.
"Sure, go ahead" Jason said.
"I don't think so!" Mimi screeched.
"Why not?" Shawn asked.
"It's the ladies room!" she said.
"Shawn, go ahead" Jason said.
"Jason! Don't encourage him!" Mimi said, now releasing her anger on him.
"Wish me luck" Shawn said, knocking on the door. No one said anything so he kicked it open slightly. "Anyone in there?" The door slammed shut in his face for a reply. With a sigh, he waited and then pushed it open slightly.
"Get lost Shawn" came the echoed reply.
"Belle, I know you're mad..." he started.
"I'm not mad!" came her shrill response. "Why would I be mad? You can do whatever you want...you can have whoever you want to sit on your lap or whatever...I don't care!" A man exited from the men's room behind Shawn and gave him a sympathetic nod when he heard the arguement.
"Belle, can you please come out here so we can talk?" he asked.
"NO!" she shouted back.
"You can't stay in there forever" he reasoned.
"Fuck you, Shawn Brady" came back. Shawn winced at the biting words.
"I'm going in" he said. The other two watched as he stepped in and the door floated shut behind him.
"If he doesn't come out in 10 minutes, call an ambulance" Jason said, dryly.
"I can't believe you find humor in this situation" she said.
"Oh, shush that pretty little head of yours" he said, pulling her down so that she was sitting next to him. "They need to fight it out-and it gives us a chance to talk" Mimi could feel the heat of his body pressed up against her side and when she tried to move away, he followed and drew her closer with his arm.
"What do you mean?" she whispered, staring at their shoes instead of looking into his green eyes.
"Is that draft bothering you?" he asked, motioning to the door.
"It is a little cold" she said, wrapping her arms around her and wishing that she didn't have to move to get her coat, which sat on the bench opposite them. "I'll get my coat"
"I have a better idea" he said, stopping her with his hand. "We can share" He drew his arm around her more tightly and held her to his chest, her right side immediately warming from the feel of his own skin. Her chin rested slightly on his shoulder from her position and she felt herself breathing in the scent of his cologne. She closed her eyes and inhaled hard, losing herself in the moment.
"Meems?" he asked, after a minute. Her eyes flew open and she jumped up, finding herself inches from Jason's awaiting lips.
"Chloe!" Philip called again, hurrying through the parked cars to where he saw Chloe's tall form.
"Don't bother Philip!" she called back. "I have my cell phone, I'm sure Craig will come and get me"
"Chloe wait, we need to talk" he said.
"Go ahead and talk all you want...to those twits you just picked up at the bar!" she said, as she began to dial on her phone.
"Just give me a minute" he said, hurrying between two rows of parked cars. Chloe suddenly felt a feeling of dread fill her stomach as she looked up to see Philip step in front of an oncoming car. The headlights illuminated his features as they twisted in sudden fear.
"Philip!" she cried, the phone slipping out of her hands.