Falling For A Douchebag (Shane Dawson Fanfic)

Chapter 16

"I'm sorry, sir, your obviously going through something right now, but you have to stay in the waiting room. You can go ahead and help yourself to the coffee." She said with a smile. I felt a single tear fall.

"Where's your bathroom?" I asked before I burst out in tears in public. I'm more of a 'cry to yourself on a toilet' type of guy. She pointed it out and I practically ran there.

I can't believe I might lose her. I also can't believe I might love her. It's rediculous, really. We haven't even known each other that long. What did I get myself into?

After about five minutes, I wiped my eyes and stepped out into the waiting room. I saw Tara sitting down and reading a magazine. I finally took in my surroundings; A lot of sad people and another guy arguing with the lady behind the counter.

I sat next to Tara and eves-dropped on the argument.

"I'm her boyfriend, damn it, and your making me wait out here!" The guy said.
"I'm sorry, but Alison Kingsley, has just been taken to do X-rays. You'll have to wait until she's back."
"Fuck you! Fuck the system!" He said storming off tword the seats. He sat next to me. Shit.

"So, I heard you're here for Alison Kingsley. I am, too." I said.
"And who are you?"
"Shane Dawson."
"Oh, your the peice of shit."
"Well, yeah, but what the fuck are you talking about?"
"Your the one 'internet flirting' with my girl!"
"Tyler?" Tara said behind me. Holy shit, I didn't even recognize him.

"Great. This day just keeps getting better and better." He said under his breath, "so, how's the little lump you decided to keep?"

"My baby isn't just some lump, nor is she a mistake you can wash away with a pill! I still can't believe you were even considering that!"

"I can't believe you weren't." He grumbled.
"Wait. You're dating Ally?" I asked.
"Yeah. Do you have a problem with that?"
"Acually I-"
"Alison Kingsley is ready to be seen," A doctor said, interupting me. All of us popped up in our seats and followed the doctor.

He opened the door and we all flooded around her. She looked around, first at Tyler and gave him a half smile, then at me with a full smile which quikly turned to worry.

"Shane, what are you doing here?" She asked.
"I got a call after I texted you. Turns out it was a paramedic. I got here as fast as I could."
"I did, too. I mean, first I finished up some buisness, but then I did," Tyler said, getting a little nervous.

"What kind of business?" I asked testing him. I'd never want to see Ally get hurt.
"Just, you know, business," he replied back with a stern face this time. He's hiding something, or someone.