Finally Finding Love •{Ambrose fanfic}•

Chapter Four - Secrets are no Fun

Do you guys like the way where I'd just do one POV?
Or do you like more than one POV?

Dean's POV

"Chloe!" I yell, and she immediately looks away from me. "Where did you put it?"

I took the ring away from her when I was hugging her. I loved holding her in my arms... It felt right for her to be up against my body. I wanted to make the contact better. I wanted to crash my lips into her plump ones, but I know that would have been too much for her.

I hope that she doesn't know the promise ring is for her. I want to make it a surprise, I don't want her knowing what I'm doing with it. I'd rather her think that I have someone else in my life besides her. Maybe then she'll confess her love for me. That's if she does love me. Seth did say she does love me, but I'm not sure. She hasn't dropped any hints towards me like I have.

"Dean, I said I was sorry," she mumbles, playing with her fingers.

"Sorry is not enough, Chloe," I spit, making her flinch a little. "That was a very expensive promise ring."

She looks up at me, confused. "Promise ring?" She squeaks.

"Yeah, I'm going to give it to a very special girl... I would love for her to say yes to the ring." I smile. "I can't imagine my life without her."

"That's very nice to say about her," Chloe says rudely. "I'm happy that you're happy with her."

"Yeah, I am," I say, grabbing one of her hands and looking into her eyes. "She's the most beautiful woman I know."

Her eyes soften, but go back to their hardness. "You shouldn't be holding my hand, Ambrose," she says, pulling her hand from mine. "You obviously have someone special in your life."

Sighing, I say, "Yeah, that person is yo–"

"Excuse me, we're here. Where's my money?" The cab driver says, interrupting me.

"Here," I count the money out and hand it too him. "Keep the change." I get out of the car and wait for Chloe. She slides across the seats and exits the car. I close the door behind her, and whisper, "I was playing a joke on you. I have the ring, darling."

She quickly turns on her heels after the cab driver drives away. "You what?"

"I was playing a joke. I took the ring back when I hugged you." I shrug my shoulders, "It's no big deal."

She laughs, her hair being thrown backwards because of the wind. "Oh, no big deal? It was to me, Dean." She rolls her eyes. "Look, you obviously love someone that you cherish with all your heart. And you want to give her that ring. I felt that I lost that ring! How do you think I felt almost loosing her ring?"

"Why do you keep saying 'her' in a mean way?" I ask, trying to act rude.

Her cheeks grow a slight pink. "I don't know... I just–it doesn't matter."

"I think it does," I whisper, leaning close to her face. "Tell me why you hate her."

She steps back some, but a light poll blocks her path. "She seems..."