Lars and Sadie

Chapter One

**DISCLAIMER**

This is a fanfiction that follows the timeline of my last book titled 'Larsadie'. Meaning, this book does NOT tie to the current Steven Universe timeline. This is the LS (LarSadie) Universe timeline. Lars and Sadie are in their twenties right now. None of this is or will be accurate to the show. Please keep that in mind when reading this book. Thank you! (Also for background information, this chapter continues from the epilogue chapter in the last book!)

Sadie's POV

I stand several feet away from the building. The sound of waves crashing echo through the early winter air. I breathe deeply through my nose and out through my mouth. Its been a few years now since I've been to BeachCity. Way too long. I've grown, and matured so much since I was last here, but I still can't stand to face him. Moments of our last fight flash in my mind.

What will he think of me?

Will he be mad at me, still?

I shake my head, trying to ignore those negative thoughts like my old therapist had told me multiple times.

Maybe he'll be excited to see me! Try to think of the positives, Sadie.

I take one baby step forward, then stop. In this moment, I'm beginning to regret my decision. Looking up, I start to see a small group of kids head inside. Knowing that there will be people inside with me brings comfort to my worried soul. So, I begin walking towards the building. As I get closer, I can't help to look at that goofy donut that rests on top of the small shack. The blue and pink stripped draping outside is starting to lose its color, so it seems severely faded. The outside tables and chairs are gone, but that doesn't surprise me, since it's almost winter and no one would want to eat outside in the cold. My eyes stare through the glass door. The small line of people blocks the register. Knowing that he doesn't see me yet puts my mind at ease.

I still feel so awful about everything.

He didn't deserve to get hurt like that.

I gulp, knowing I have to do what's right. Taking another step forward, I place my hand on the door handle. Taking one last breath through the nose, I pull the door open. The mechanical 'ding' sounds throughout the store.

"Welcome to the Big Donut." I hear a very familiar voice yell from the back counter. I don't respond, wanting to see him first before I talk. Patiently, I wait at the back of the line. My mind continues to wander as I wait.

What do I even say?

It's been four years since I even spoke to him.

The person at the front of the line moves to the side. He holds a coffee cup and a vanilla donut with sprinkles. "Next." I hear him mumble at the next customer.

Was this the right decision to make? Maybe I have enough time to back out-

I turn to leave but already see two customers behind me. My social anxiety stops me in my tracks, so I turn back around and face the front.

Guess I can't back out now.

"Next." He says again, and now I'm two people away from seeing him face to face.

Ok, how does, "Hey....man. How are you" sound?

I shake my head, sighing softly.

No, that's terrible.

I glance up and see the menu, and it has changed a bit since I was last here. While I was waiting and worrying about what to say to him, I completely forgot to even think about what I wanted to order! "Next." He says another time.