Random One Shots

Priorities

It's five thirty in the afternoon, so I head upstairs to start getting ready for my date. Wow, date. It seems so surreal that we're finally really doing this. It feels like all our energy has been in either the gang, our businesses, or our relationships with other people. But now that we're focusing on us, I don't really know what to do.

I always had everything so planned out, I knew what I wanted and I always get what I want. Now, it seems like I finally got what I needed...

Not sure what he has in mind, I'm debating between a fancier dress and a more casual outfit. Knowing him and his exquisite taste, the dress is probably the safer bet, at least for this first date, so I decide to go with the off shoulder dark pink dress and nude heels. Opting to keep my makeup simple with just a quick swipe of light pink lip gloss and the signature heart blush. I'm trying to decide between the chain and a more delicate necklace when I hear him come in the room.

"Sheeeesh!" He came behind me and helped me clasp the necklace. "Go with this one, we can leave the chain home for one night."

"You look amazing, baby!"

"Thanks," I smile as I turn to him, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before wiping the gloss off.

"Give me like 10 minutes, I just need to tidy up real quick before we go."

"Okay!"

As I'm trying to decide if it's cold enough out for a sweater, I hear his phone ringing on the bed. At first, I try to ignore it, but it keeps ringing and ringing, so I take a glance at the caller ID. It's her. I don't pick it up, choosing to let it go to voicemail.

Finally, he comes out of the bathroom. "Hey, is that my phone?"

"Yeah, it keeps ringing. Is everything okay?"

"I'll take a look. I'ma just wait downstairs for you, okay?" He tells me as he checks his phone, leaving the room.

"Sure! I'm almost done," I tell him, putting in one of my earrings, focusing on not being jealous. We've been honest with each other, laying everything out – feelings and past, so it's not like I don't trust him. But I sure don't trust her. Trust him, April.

Checking my makeup one last time in the mirror, I head downstairs to let him know I'm ready.

Finding him in the living room. "Are you ready to go?" I ask him. The look on his face tells me something is wrong.

"I...uh...well –" Looking down, he shakes his head. "Ray...She's saying she needs help. Some GSF guys are giving her trouble for cornering on their block. I didn't catch everything she was saying, but she said she's scared it's Dex after her again...I called K already to let him know. But I think I need to go too and...I'm uh...I'm sorry." He can't even look me in the eyes, a distraught look stuck on his face.

"Okay." I smile a bit, trying my best not to cry. "Go, she needs you."

"I'm sorry...really I –," Now he tries to catch my eye, but I just shake my head.

"Just go, Randy," I tell him, not wanting to hear another excuse. My voice somehow sounding calmer than I am.

As I stood there watching him leave, I willed myself not to cry. He hadn't said if he was coming back, if I should wait for him, so I decide to go back upstairs and get ready for bed instead.

I thought we'd left all that behind us, but it was obviously wishful thinking. After all, Ray was still a hang around for the gang, even if she was hanging on by a thread after all the antics. He still had an obligation as her mentor. He couldn't help it if she fancied herself in love with him, after all who wouldn't love him. Even if he had made it clear that he didn't feel the same. Even if he and everyone knew that this was just another one of her attempts at grabbing his attention – proving that he would "always save her."