acting as if nothing happened that one christmas night

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A few days after Christmas day

lt was the day that Neville and Dwayne would leave the Island for the new years when Florence told Catherine what Neville did that Christmas day, after being held up at work for Christmas. Neville had called Florence to wish her a happy Christmas but ended up telling her that he likes her and that he would enjoy, no love to go for a drink or dinner or even a just a walk on the golden yellow beach of this beautiful island. When Florence first heard this she was cell shock, her mouth dry and slightly opened, eyes widened as she looked in his eyes on the screen. As she sat there on the other line, time at a holt, her mouth opened and closed silently as his voice rang out calling her name before the screen went black. As Florence through about it more her mind wondered from her now deceased fiancé Patrice and how much she loved him and then wondered back to her boss and her more importantly, a friend, switch between the two as if to compare then. As if her mind was confused on what and who to choose. But now she was talking to Catherine about it as the black, island unique cab drove away to the airport with the man I question inside, she relised why her mind was doing this to her, she loved them both, but didn't want to hurt the other. She wanted to let go of the pain that came with heartbreak and death but she didn't want to let the memories of Patrice.

A few days after the new year Neville came back to the island of where he felt more like home than ever before, even when he came from his home home town of Manchester where he had grown up. But when Florence saw on the calendar the date her heart skipped not just one but two. How could she face him?What would she say? Should she tell him that she heard him, tell him how she feels, even when she doesn't know what that is quit yet? Is it better for her not to tell him or was that to harsh and cruel, maybe she should wait for him to know. But it was to late she was there standing outside of the iconic yellow police jeep waiting for him to walk out but she didn't realise he had already stepped out and was now scanning for her hopping she had remembered that this was the day he would be home. Or what he now called home.

Scanning the small crowd that somehow gathered outside of airport it was hard to find his friend and colleague amongst it all, even tho she wasn't that short there was a lot of taller or the same highted female that gathered there, or maybe he was making things up maybe he was looking so hard so he couldn't think about the embarrassment that happened in Christmas. Even if she didn't hear it. The embarrassment of Marlon coming out right after didn't make things better. It didn't help as well that over the new years brake, for him, he couldn't help but think about her, about what if she heard him, if she was speaking to him but he couldn't hear her. Or maybe it was the fact he didn't know how to face her because of it. But little did he know she was felling the same way. He shuck his head mentally and physically before seeing a small waving Florence with a little soft smile standing outside of the jeep but what he didn't know she tried to make it seem normal or as normal as it could be.

The to spoke about there time of for new years and how they loved spending time with there family when they realised where they was driving passed. Catherine's bar. "would you, like a drink. We can catch up speak a little more and ill pay" Neville spoke as the conversation had stopped as they was just was about to pass. Nervous Florence tried to sound as confident as she could, tried to make it her normal self but ended up with a little voice crake in there, "y-Y-yEaH" she cleared her thoat "yeah I would love that sir." To Neville he smiled brightly as he could. Hearing the French ascent of this women was heaven to his ears. This woman was sweet understanding and yet the most beautiful, wonderful, talented and bad ass person anyone could be. She was perfect. And for Florence he was exceptional, but as a great love story goes there was a love triangle even tho one isn't alive there was still a triangle.

As the two sat drinking their beer as the sun set over the sea, they couldn't help but put on an act for one another both thinking its just a drink nothing else. But as they sat close to one another slowly getting closer and closer so close that Florence or Neville ether one of them could put their head on the others shoulder, Catherine could sense, could feel, could see the relationship bloom as she stood there smiling over at the happy couple even if she knew both was acting as if nothing happened between them, as if they was just catching up, as if nothing happened that one Christmas night.

from the writer:

go and check out my other stories that are on other Platforms as well as other story like this one. Platforms being AO3 and fanfiction.Net. l would also like to say is 1 ? because idk if there will be another one.